To die after saving someone else’s life isn’t the worst possible ending for a doctor. All my life I dedicated myself to medicine. My last operation became both a victory and a sentence—right at the surgical table, a heart attack overtook me. But instead of dying, I came to in the body of a young nobleman, Mikhail Saltykov, in Saint Petersburg in 1805.
The new world met me with debts, a bad reputation, other people’s mistakes, and medicine that is two centuries behind my knowledge. Now I must win people’s trust again, find my place in the Russian Empire, and prove that a true doctor can change human destinies in any era. In a world where they still don’t know about microbes, modern surgeries, or most diseases, I received a second chance. And I’m not going to waste it.