When the ECMO alarm pierced the silence of the operating room, Yan Yaoyang looked up and saw the emergency doctor who had rushed in: her white coat was stained with blood, her ponytail flying loose, and her chest compressions moved like a piano concerto. He would later insist that the irregularity in his heartbeat at that moment was definitely due to the electrical conduction of the ventricular fibrillation patient.
Gu Yuerou never believed in love at first sight, until she saw this neurosurgeon cracking jokes even as his life hung by a thread. The instant he used microsurgical forceps to remove a blood clot from a patient's brainstem, his touch was as gentle as plucking dew from a rose.
Between the emergency room and the operating table, they saved each other's patients, had the most professional arguments, and shared a packet of glucose in the on-call room at three in the morning. When they discovered at an orphanage that they were both the “mysterious guardians” of the same child with cerebral palsy, their hearts finally began beating in sync.
Then one day, an unwelcome shadow appeared on Gu Yuerou's MRI. As one of the country's leading cerebrovascular specialists, Yan Yaoyang knew better than anyone the odds of a successful operation in that location. Watching her lover's fingertips tremble, Gu Yuerou made a choice more difficult than any emergency decision: she signed “I refuse” on the surgical consent form, then disappeared into the rainy night.
The last thing Yan Yaoyang received on his phone was a 3D model of the brain's blood vessels that was still uploading, along with a voice message: “You know every one of my blood vessels inside out, so please, don't come looking for me.”
