The Emperor’s Healer Returns

A system window opened over Yun Haejun’s hand, and the dead emperor woke up in his own younger body. He had healed the same raid team for eight years, patched the same broken bones, and learned every lie they told about trust. Now the capital was still standing, the crown was still unpaid for, and the people he had failed were alive enough to hate him. His old skill as a healer gave him a way back into their lives, but the system kept asking for choices that cut deeper than any blade. A hidden charm, a sealed gauntlet, and one device he was told not to log were all waiting for him. The man beside him knew his hands too well.