Needle Marks Remain

In the aroma of mugwort in the Acupuncture Department of the First Hospital of the City, intern Su Wan crashed into the world of the attending doctor Lin Yanshen. He is a calm and taciturn "second-generation doctor" who holds the old accounts of his predecessor of ten years in his hand, but he will quietly push medical records full of annotations to her, and will use his palm to steady her wrist when she gets an injection. They once shared a cup of hot milk tea in the corridor of the hospital, cooked a bowl of instant noodles with eggs in a rental house, and once said "give it a try" under the moon, but they were always bruised by the obstacles of "predecessor", "future" and "hesitation". Hidden between the lines are Su Wan's countless initiatives and retreats, Lin Yanshen's repeated trials and evasions, the smell of disinfectant water from the acupuncture department, the temperature of handmade bracelets, the late-night emo copywriting on Moments, and a youth that started with heartbeat and finally recognized - it turns out that there are some needle marks in the heart, even if they scab, they will still ache on a rainy night.