The square suddenly grew noisy from a girl’s cry. Many people rushed over at the news. Well, this world still had plenty of helpful souls. But Rebecca had no interest in joining the crowd or learning what was happening at the surrounded center.

Sometimes, though, you can’t avoid what seeks you out.

“Ah! Over there! It’s a nun! Reverend Sister! Please come here!” someone suddenly spotted Rebecca in her nun’s habit.

“Uh…” Rebecca froze, then was shoved forward by bystanders.

“Reverend Sister, please save her!”

“Huh?” Before Rebecca could grasp the situation, she was pushed to the scene.

A woman lay motionless on the ground, her chest utterly still—clearly not breathing. Kneeling beside her was a girl, face pale with panic.

Rebecca had no time to think before the girl grabbed her hand: “Reverend Sister! My sister collapsed! Please, use holy water to save her!”

Rebecca frowned slightly, silent. She crouched and pressed her ear to the woman’s chest.

Heartbeat present. No breath…

She pressed a hand on the chest, tapped lightly.

*Tension pneumothorax…* The diagnosis clicked in her mind.

Though Rebecca hadn’t spoken a word, only examining, the crowd sensed a trace of gravity from her. Everyone held their breath, silent.

*Tension pneumothorax… It starts with two membranes around the lungs—one clinging to the lung, one to the chest wall. Between them lies a small space. Normally, it’s harmless. But when ill, a tiny hole opens near the lung. On inhale, the hole gapes, letting air flood the space like an inflating balloon. On exhale, it seals, trapping the air. Repeatedly, the space swells, crushing the lung, stealing breath.* This knowledge flashed in Rebecca’s mind—her past life as a doctor made it second nature.

“Reverend Sister, my sister… she’s not breathing… is she dead…?” The girl’s white dress was smudged with dirt from her panic.

“Tension pneumothorax needs emergency decompression, like thoracentesis… But here…” Rebecca scanned the crowd. “Huh? That…”

Her eyes landed on a nearby stall selling children’s soap bubble toys. This world had soap—different from Earth’s, yet still bubbly. The toys used thin, rigid bamboo blowpipes.

Rebecca strode over without a word, snatched a bamboo tube, and rushed back. Under stunned stares, she ripped the woman’s waist clothes, exposing her pale skin.

“You—” The sister gasped in shock and anger, but Rebecca snapped the tube sharply. She stabbed it into the woman’s side below the ribs.

The jagged end pierced the lung. The woman jerked in pain, curling up. Rebecca pinned her down, pinched her nose, and sealed her own mouth over the woman’s, breathing life back in.

Slowly, the woman’s eyes fluttered open.

“Sister!?” The girl forgot Rebecca’s shocking actions in her relief.

Rebecca glanced at the weak woman, then her own hand. A faint smile touched her lips.

“Find… a doctor… for the wound…” She pointed to the bamboo tube still embedded in the ribs, stood, and slipped away silently.

The crowd stood frozen. They’d never seen such a scene—was it salvation or violence? She’d stabbed the woman, yet that stab revived her. Moments ago, the woman’s chest had been utterly still. The shock was too sudden, too raw. No one thought to stop Rebecca as she vanished.

*I can still save people…* Rebecca murmured inwardly.

Once a doctor, she’d been consumed by transmigration, this dark world, and her obsession over her past life and gender. She’d had no time for her medical skills. All she’d wanted was to return to Earth, to brew Demon Potions that defied Earth’s medicine to change her body. When had she last healed anyone? This moment reminded her she could still save lives—and for the first time in this life, she felt truly alive. It was subtle… Strange, perhaps, for a Demon Race member to rescue a human. But Rebecca never saw herself as Demon Race. Her old disdain for human heroes wasn’t hatred—just their noise annoyed her. She was a doctor. Sometimes, she worked miracles.

Saving someone lifted Rebecca’s mood. For once, she didn’t ache to find the Alchemy Codex to break her Binding Spell. The incident had nudged her, ever so slightly, into this world’s rhythm. Just slightly… Now, her biggest worry was money.

“Golago, let’s rob someone tonight?”

“Huh?!” Golago, still speechless from Rebecca’s lifesaving stunt, choked on her words.

“Let’s rob someone tonight~” Rebecca chirped, smiling as if it were perfectly normal—right after saving a life.