I thought I loved my job as a surgeon in the ER too much, and the people too much, to voluntarily move to another world. But when one evil elf prince told me about a widespread illness among his people— and even promised me, as a reward, his own hospital, a full set of equipment, and unlimited funding—I couldn’t resist. Besides, the prince looked at me as if my heart had to flutter. And when that handsome man declared that I simply had to marry him or he would die of longing, the whole world seemed to play in new colors, and the space for fantasy became three times wider.
Can I, with my love for work, build a hospital and not forget about family? I’m not sure, but it’s worth a try, right?