When a Math Prodigy Takes Up a Scalpel, the Ice-Cold Genius Falls to Earth for Her
The starry sky of astronomy-loving Lin Wan collapsed when she turned eighteen. To save her ailing mother, she swallowed the bitter price of anonymous financial aid, using the mind that had won her a gold medal in math olympiad to fall from the clouds onto the cold dissection tables of Xinghai Medical University. A medical novice? A student who got in through connections? She hid her tears in a faded star-shaped pendant and, amid the mockery, carved mathematical formulas into her maps of flesh and blood, until Shen Yan, who fastened every button on his white shirt, dissected her misery with a gaze as sharp as a scalpel.
He was the heir to a family of neurosurgeons. The hand holding the scalpel was steady as stone, but his heart had been frozen in an operating room after a failed surgery twelve years ago. Everyone called him “a walking medical textbook,” but only Lin Wan could see the cracks behind his glasses. When her mathematical model overturned his treatment plan, and his surgical lights illuminated her lonely figure hurrying through the night, two stars collided in the gravitational field between life and death:
• Beneath the cherry blossoms, the candy he awkwardly offered melted the shell of her insecurity.
• At the national competition, she shattered his icy façade with her “astronomical diagnostic method.”
• On an international call, he choked up for the first time: “Lin Wan, I’m afraid to make the incision…”
The truth behind the anonymous funding tore their trust apart, while family sabotage and academic slander came one after another. She wielded algorithms as a shield and a healer’s compassion as a blade. He took on the world for her, yet trembled and could not hold his scalpel steady at the most prestigious operating table, until she streamed star-trail data into his AR goggles: “Shen Yan, our journey is through the universe of neural pathways!”
