The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

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.