History is not cold words, but hot blood and unfinished sighs. When Lin Zhi woke up from the ruins (or comfort) of modern civilization, the cold Korean frozen soil and the choking smoke instantly choked her throat - in the cold winter of 1950, she became a lonely soul thrown into the purgatory of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. Fate gave her no choice, only a blood-stained stretcher and the heavy identity of "hygienist".
Fortunately, there is still a faint spark of fire in despair. A mysterious "space" follows us everywhere. It is not a universal treasure house, but more like a small island stolen in the cracks of time. The limited medicines inside use tiny sparks from the future to burn the established cold scratches called "regret" on the iron curtain of history.
She will use this body from another world and that "stolen" ability to throw a stone in the rolling torrent of history, even if it can only stir up a slight ripple, just to prove that - some regrets are not destined to be irreversible; some lives should not be just cold numbers. **
On this scorched earth, what she carries is not only a medicine box, but also the most tragic question launched by a small individual to the current of the times: **When you know the cruelty of the ending, do you still have the courage to rewrite even one punctuation possibility? ** Linzhi's choice is already in action. And the last penicillin in her space is pointing to the next hot life that needs to be saved urgently.
