“Push 1 mg of epinephrine!” Tong Hua’s order rang through the emergency room. She didn’t know who the blood-soaked man was; she only knew his heartbeat was slipping away beneath her fingers. As Gu Jingchuan struggled on the brink of death, the last thing to come into focus through his blurred vision was a pair of eyes so calm they were almost cold.
Three days later, the king of a business empire awoke in the ICU and discovered that his life had been in the hands of a young doctor who dared to shout, “Don’t move!” at him. Tong Hua had no idea that the moment she tore up his blank check, she also shattered everything Gu Jingchuan had believed in for twenty-eight years. So there really were things money couldn’t buy.
“From now on, I’m your only patient.” Gu Jingchuan cornered Tong Hua between his desk and himself, never expecting her to throw him over her shoulder. When death threats began closing in, he forced her into his circle of protection, only to find himself in even greater danger: she could pinpoint every weakness with a pen, and his vaunted self-control fell apart around her.
From the emergency room to the CEO’s office, their worlds collided in a shower of sparks. She called his coffee “a stomach ulcer waiting to happen,” while he dubbed her messy bun “a medical miracle.” She found his computer full of her work schedules, while he both loved and feared the surgical scissors she could whip out of her pocket at any moment. As the shadow of a conspiracy loomed, they finally realized that the most lethal thing wasn’t a bullet, but the uncontrollable pounding of their hearts whenever their eyes met.
