The first time I met Taiya was in the withered winter garden of the hospital. He was wrapped in a black coat, and his fingertips were whiter than falling snow. When the wind blew his long hair, I actually forgot that I was still holding a bloody gauze in my hand - how can any man be as beautiful as a fragile painting?
Later I learned that this "painting" contained the light and shadow of swords. He is an assistant at the "Beautiful Life" beauty salon, but he always rubs old wounds alone late at night; he can adjust the softest facial mask, and can also quietly help me out when I am being made difficult by the patient's family. But when I saw the chain mark on his wrist and saw him looking at a Japanese beer advertisement, I was shocked to realize that the tenderness in his eyes was all a disguise.
He said, "Doctors should believe in science, not people like me." However, when I was on night shift, he delivered hot porridge in the rain. He said, "We are not from the same world," but when I was interrogated by the police, he took all the blame on himself. It wasn't until that blood-stained body was carried into the emergency room that I learned his deepest secret - he was an undercover agent, crawling in the darkness for ten years just to catch the demon who ruined his life.
Now that I have become a forensic doctor, I stare at the perfused heart in a daze every day. Taiya, I didn't find the light you mentioned, but I left your heartbeat under the light forever.
