The Corpse Stitcher's Scalpel

When Su Ci wakes up, her chest is hollow: her heart is gone. In its place is a greedy black hole capable of devouring death energy. This is the mad age of a city called Haicheng: beneath the neon lights, a tech company called Longevity peddles anxiety and cybernetic implants, turning the living into debt slaves; beyond the city walls, the Mechanical God Cult uses corpse oil to power rusted Buddha statues.

To get her heart back, Su Ci opens Clinic No. 44. With a scalpel in her left hand and a needle in her right, she walks the line between the law and the supernatural. In the city, she peels back the masks of celebrity socialites who've had too much plastic surgery, cuts through the resentment of online harassers, and lays to rest the spirits of top students driven mad by their parents' pressure to excel. In the wasteland, she drives a modified off-road vehicle, smashes through mechs blocking her way, and wrests the “Perpetual Heart” from the greedy Mechanical God. “I'm a doctor, and a butcher.” “Whether you're a ghost wearing human skin or a god clad in metal, if you're sick, you'll end up on my operating table.”

Of course, she's not alone. Always at her side is a little girl in an oversized nurse's uniform, carrying a heavy chainsaw: Hongdou. When someone tries to hurt the doctor, this sweet little girl, who loves decorating her chainsaw with sunny-day dolls, politely bows. “Uncle, please step aside.” “Otherwise... Hongdou will have to start trimming the weeds.” Together, they travel from rain-soaked neon alleys to rust-covered wasteland exclusion zones, carving a path through this murky world.

[Su Ci]: “Some crimes can't be judged by the law; some illnesses can't be cured by technology. So leave it to me: physical exorcism, surgical debt settlement.”