"The doctor who understands people's hearts best cannot heal his own injuries."
Kaka Li is a star in the field of psychology. Her consultation fees are high and her appointment is scheduled to be scheduled half a year later. Countless souls on the verge of collapse were reborn in her clinic, and the media called her a "soul repairer."
But no one knew that this always elegant female doctor had to sit quietly in the car for ten minutes every morning to build up the courage to walk into the clinic. The trunk of her BMW contains her father's adult diapers and her husband's rehabilitation training equipment; her mobile phone memos are filled with her mother's medication time and the date of her son's parent-teacher meeting; her silk shirt hides anti-anxiety medication and a faint scar from when she was seventeen.
When her husband's robotic arm smashed the bathroom mirror, when her son's class teacher mentioned "suggesting a transfer of schools" for the seventh time, when the patients who had been cured were interviewed gloriously on TV - Kaka stood on the rooftop in the rainstorm, and suddenly found that she didn't believe a word of those words about curing others.
This is a story about "It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself". When the savior needs to be rescued, when the person holding the umbrella is already soaked, should he choose to continue carrying the load or admit that he also needs to take shelter from the rain?
