In the Qingjiang Municipal Hospital where disinfectant and turpentine are intertwined, Lin Xiaoman, a down-and-out illustrator, holds his mother's uremia diagnosis certificate and dips his last sketch pen into iodophor. When she disguised herself as a medical attendant and sneaked into the cardiac surgery department, the gears of fate caught up with the bloody secret from twenty years ago - the file of her father's mysterious disappearance in the construction site emergency room was actually closely linked to the death of Cheng Shubai's father, the current master of cardiac surgery.
A medical incident in a heavy rain tore open the scab of two lonely souls. Wearing a hearing aid, he leaned over to listen to the heartbeat rate under her paintbrush, while she held her blood-stained white coat belt and hid breathlessly in the CT room. When Cheng Shubai discovered that Lin Xiaoman could accurately locate surgical risk areas through the patient's veins, and Lin Xiaoman discovered that every time he had a PTSD attack, the tip of his pen would unconsciously draw spiral patterns. This redemption that started with a lie was being rewritten by the scalpel and the paintbrush into a two-way rhapsody.
Under the ultraviolet light in the morgue, the yellowed building materials inspection report revealed his father's work license number; in the old medical records collected by Cheng's father, there were ginkgo leaf specimens that she had scribbled on in her childhood. When the medical group threatened to shut down his mother's kidney transplant surgery, Lin Xiaoman clenched the scalpel hidden with a micro camera and projected the evidence of the crime from twenty years ago during the live broadcast surgery performed by Cheng Shubai. At this moment, what came from the hearing aid behind his ear was not the noise of electricity, but the "Heartbeat Concerto" she hummed tremblingly - the rhythm of life that he secretly recorded while using the endoscope's reflection to touch up her makeup.
The scalpel can cut through the truth, but love can never grow wildly. When Lin Xiaoman used a medical marker to draw a complete heart on his bare back,
