I Transmigrated to My Wedding Night, and the Female Military Doctor Was Thrilled!

This is a story of redemption, growth, and two powerful people joining forces:

The heroine is calm and rational, with a sharp tongue on occasion. In truth, her experiences on the battlefield have left her with post-traumatic stress disorder. Yet she reveres life and longs for peace and genuine trust.

The hero is a cold-faced god of war who rarely smiles. Family tragedy and the darkness of court have closed off his heart. He cherishes those he loves above all else, and protecting them is second nature to him.

A stunning twist: The hero is gravely wounded and near death. Everyone is waiting for his new widow, only to see the heroine cut open his chest in front of them. “Witchcraft... witchcraft!” Amid the crowd's screams, she doesn't even look up. “Quiet. I'm performing a pericardiocentesis.”

A case of mistaken impressions: She thinks she's married a murderous fiend, until enemy forces close in and she's forced to climb the city wall. There she sees the man standing alone with his sword, fighting to the death and refusing to retreat as he protects the people behind him.