Reincarnated as an Imperial Prince

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In the hospital. Imperial Guards tasked to protect the prince lined the hospital corridor.

"Clear the hall!"

"Make way!"

Alexander breathed shallowly as he regained consciousness, feeling his gurney moving as Rolan and doctors were reeling him in along the corridor of the hospital.

His vision was still fuzzy and could make out an inaudible voice speaking around him as they wheeled him into the hospital's emergency room.

He knew that he should try his best not to fall unconscious again but Alexander had lost too much blood from his wound and was already losing strength from being on so little sleep in the last couple of days for his mind to be coherent at this point.

Yet despite all of this, Alexander perseveres, fighting for his second life.

"I've got a gunshot wound between the left axilla and clavicle. The patient is alert and oriented. I got a blood pressure of 136 over 92 and a heart rate of 115," The doctor, who was the first one to see the prince at the entrance, reported.

Alexander blinked and opened his eyes only to shut them once again, finding the light too painful. He could hear someone muttering something, but it took longer than usual to register it as words.

"Okay let's move him carefully," another doctor commanded, moving Alexander to another bed with more gentleness.

Alexander's eyelids began to feel heavier by the second, his body growing numb. He felt himself drifting off into a heavy slumber again but he remained open.

"Okay we're gonna need a type and cross five units and two large-bore I.V.s wide-open," a doctor ordered the nurses on standby.

"Yes, sir."

"Your Majesty, we're gonna roll you over for a moment to check the gunshot wound if that's okay."

Alexander nodded weakly, it's not like he can do anything else in his current state. They lifted him and rolled him to the side.

The doctor began studying the bullet wound.

"Hmm...it could be a 30 caliber, probably 7.62, and it looks like it just missed the scapula, Okay, let's get him down."

The nurse lowered Alexander's back while the doctor continued examining him.

"Okay let's take some X-rays," the doctor said.

"I'm going to go and prepare it now," a nurse dashed out of the room.

"Your Majesty, we're gonna take some X-rays to rule out lung and vascular damage, but it looks like the bullet went straight through. But first, we're going to have to clean and irrigate the wound. So bear with us."

"X-ray?" Alexander muttered weakly under his breath. Do they already have x-rays in this era? There could be but not as modern as the one in his past life.

Still, Alexander felt lucky that he was reincarnated in the world where medicine and tools of this caliber already existed, or else, he'll have a low chance of surviving.

...

One hour later, the news of the Imperial Prince of the Ruthenia Empire's condition was transmitted across the country.

In the Winter Palace, Alexander's sisters were pacing the room anxiously. They were heartbroken over their brother's state.

"Is my brother okay?! Can we go to the hospital?" Christina cried out in her anxiety.

"I'm sorry your highness," the Imperial Guard stationed in the Winter Palace replied. "Our orders are to keep you here in the palace for your safety,"

"But our brother, he's dying! You have to let us come to see him!" Anastasia begged.