The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

Chapter 9 The Silver Needles

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for her alone in my bedchamber. It was a strange feeling, placing my safety

, Talia, followed, carrying jars and bottles of herbs I rec

he herbs aside and

ming in the candlelight, was a set of si

nd lie face down on th

he said. For a cure, I

sed and slid along my spine, searching for something. Her touch was cool, but where her finger

oing?" I couldn

gly easy to understand. "Your energy channels are like rivers. I am going to build dam

She had inserted the first needle. It wasn't a sharp pai

ly, her placements impossibly precise, as

t was incredible. The Chief Dragon Healer's attempts to soothe my energy with his own dragon flame

n my mind-"no abnormalities." That in itself was the biggest abnormality. Could her skills be re

from my Dragon Core had faded to its lowest point in three years. I could even feel the faint

raged within me, seemed to find a moment of p

about an hour. She remove

ked at her. She was wiping the needles with a clear liquid, her expression focused. Sweat dampen

't seeing her as a tool or

ght. Do not use any of your dragon's

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left, I su

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"This time, investigate her mother, the 'Scarle

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The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

Zhao Da Fantasy

“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.”