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I woke up with a splitting headache, only to realize I had transmigrated into the body of a despised, "Dragonless" noble daughter. Before I could even process my new reality, I was dragged out of bed and shoved into a plain black carriage, sent off as a disposable pawn to marry a crippled, violent prince. My half-sister, glittering in dragon scales, mocked me publicly, boasting that she was now free to marry my former crush. My father had abandoned me to a certain death. When I arrived at the grim palace, the prince's guards blocked the gates. He refused to even see his new bride, leaving me to freeze outside. I was a family joke, discarded by my own bloodline and left to die at a stranger's door. I didn't understand why this girl was treated worse than dirt, or why I, a top modern surgeon, had to suffer for their sick political games. I refused to let my life end as collateral damage in a world that deemed me worthless. Just as my vision blurred, a familiar blue screen flickered to life in my mind-my medical system. I looked at the hostile guards, my voice ringing clear in the empty courtyard. "Go tell your prince that I am not here to marry him. I am here to cure his poison." This time, I would carve out my own survival.
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The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon Chapter 1 The Dragon's Bargain
A sharp, splitting pain throbbing at my temple was the first thing I registered. It felt like my head had been cracked open. The sheets against my skin were cold, and the room that swam into focus was all too familiar-plain, wooden furniture with none of the carved dragon motifs that screamed wealth and power in this kingdom.
I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness slammed me back into the pillows.
Then, the memories clicked into place. The last thing I remembered was my half-sister Juliana's vicious sneer, a sudden, violent shove, and the sickening crack as my temple struck the sharp corner of the oak table.
It seemed the heavens had taken pity on me. In the brief time I lay unconscious on the floor, my soul had traveled to another civilization called Blue Star, living out an entire lifetime.
Although I was an orphan there, raised in an institution, I relied on the financial aid of kind strangers and my own relentless effort to graduate from their highest medical academy. I repaid my benefactors and dedicated my life to saving people. Over decades of relentless study and practice, my medical skills reached a realm of absolute mastery. In the final years before I died of old age, the countless people I had saved bestowed upon me a revered title: the Medical Sage.
When I took my last breath on Blue Star, I thought my existence was finally over. I never expected that upon opening my eyes, I would be back in my original body in the Dragon Realm. What felt like an eighty-year lifetime of medical triumph had been nothing but a fleeting moment of unconsciousness in this world.
Since heaven had given me a second chance, I decided I would use it to resolve every single regret of this life.
The door was thrown open with a violent crash. A woman in a simple servant's dress rushed in, her face a mask of anxiety. "Why are you still dawdling? The wedding procession is about to leave!"
Agnes. My former maid. Hearing her voice again felt surreal. She didn't even ask about the blood undoubtedly matting the hair near my temple; she just grabbed my arm, her grip surprisingly strong.
"It's your good fortune to marry Prince Gideon," she hissed, dragging me from the bed. "Even if he's a cripple with a shattered Dragon Core, he's still royalty! Don't bring shame upon the Carlisle family!"
The words "crippled prince" and "political marriage" echoed in my ears. Juliana had pushed me because I had dared to cry about being discarded like a pawn. But the soul inhabiting this body now was no longer that helpless, terrified girl.
Just as my body swayed from weakness, I felt a profound, warm connection in my mind. My true golden finger-the complete, unparalleled "Medical Sage" expertise I had honed over a lifetime, along with a system tied to my soul-had returned with me.
Drawing on a century of clinical intuition, the diagnosis was instantaneous: Blunt force trauma to the temple, mild concussion, slight laceration. Immediate rest and glucose supplementation required.
Seeing me dazed, Agnes grew more impatient. She yanked a plain, unadorned dress from the wardrobe and threw it at me. It was the kind of dress a servant might wear, devoid of any family crest or the scale patterns of the dragon-born.
I fought back the pain, my voice coming out colder and more commanding than she was used to. "I'll dress myself."
The sheer, quiet authority in my tone-the weight of a veteran physician used to controlling chaotic emergency rooms-made her pause, stunned.
I quickly changed my clothes while simultaneously accessing the system with my mind. Perhaps due to my rebirth, my points had returning to the initial ten. The store still offered the modern medical supplies I had relied on in my past life; without hesitation, I redeemed a small bottle of high-concentration glucose and, turning my back to Agnes to shield the movement, quickly drank it down.
A warm current instantly flooded my body, and the dizziness receded. It wasn't a miraculous cure, but it was enough to keep me on my feet.
Agnes noticed nothing, only shoving me toward the door once I was dressed.
I stood up straight. My head still throbbed, but my mind was incredibly clear. In the mirror, I saw a pale but beautiful face with a cascade of crimson hair and startlingly green eyes. My original face.
Live. It had been my lifelong duty as a doctor, and now, it was my chance to rewrite Seraphina's destiny. Marrying a crippled prince was nothing to fear; to a Medical Sage, a shattered Dragon Core was just another complex surgical case waiting to be solved.
I walked out of the room, Agnes following close behind like a jailer.
In the hallway, servants pointed and whispered, their eyes filled with scorn.
"A Dragonless," I heard one murmur. "Does she really think she can be a princess?"
My hand relaxed inside my sleeve. Dragonless. So that was the root of my original misery. The reason Juliana could push me into a table without consequence.
I ignored them, my back ramrod straight as I walked toward the manor's main gate. Each step felt entirely different from the crushing defeat of my past life.
A plain black carriage waited at the gate. No family crest, no gilded decorations. It looked like a mobile coffin. A short distance away, the very sister who had just tried to kill me, Juliana, was being helped into a magnificent carriage carved with intricate dragon symbols, surrounded by fawning attendants.
I took a deep breath, ignoring her mocking stare, and climbed into my coffin.
The door shut, sealing me in with the cold and the silence. I leaned back and closed my eyes, a calm smile touching my lips.
Juliana thought she had finally disposed of a useless piece of trash. She had no idea she was sending away a Medical Sage. My absolute mastery over life and death was my real weapon, my ultimate leverage in this strange world.
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