In my past life, I was a genius diagnostician. In this life, they call me Pavel Bulgakov. I woke up in this world with my throat cut. The previous man’s family was killed. I took a job as an assistant to the Doctor at the Hospital of His Majesty, but even here, the hired men still get to me. They want to finish what was started… And in the clinic, every first person plays their own games. And they drag me into them. I just wanted to treat patients and move toward the main goal. But my mentor decided that I have no right to treat people. And how do I get out of this? I have one option…