In my world, I was a brilliant surgeon. Now I’m Ilya Razumovsky—an unknown healing adept with no money to my name and a minimum of magic in my body, thrown into an alternative Russian Empire where healers perform miracles with “Sparks.” My only advantage is the knowledge from my past life and the strange gift of “Sonar.”
And also a talking chipmunk familiar with a disgusting temperament—who somehow decided I’m its chosen one.
Sure, I work on an ambulance with a partner who drinks too much, and I know what distrust and colleague intrigues are like—but a second chance isn’t given to everyone, and I intend to use it to the fullest! Because a true healer is a calling, not a rank in the Guild of Healers.