Wang Yuan’s last memory was a blinding pair of headlights.
The shadowless surgical lights swayed before his eyes, their glow merging with the lights atop the ambulance. He remembered just completing a twelve-hour heart transplant. A patient’s blood still stained his white coat. Exhausted, he had stood outside the hospital waiting for a taxi as cold night rain struck his face.
“Dr. Wang, you look terrible. Would you like to rest in the on-call room tonight?” Nurse Zhang handed him a cup of hot coffee.
He shook his head. Their fingertips brushed as he took the coffee. Xiao Zhang’s hand was warm and dry. That touch felt so real that it became his final sensation in that world.
“Look out!”
Wang Yuan transmigrates to the High Tang, where he becomes entangled in a love-hate relationship with Gaoyang.
