I once pulled the moon down from the altar with my own hands, and then built a human temple for him in his forgotten years.
Shu Yizheng is a legend among Médecins Sans Frontières. He is like Hypnos walking in the world, rescuing lives under the gunfire of Jiaro and performing miracles.
No one knew that this top doctor from the East rushed to every scorched earth, not only to atone for his sins, but also to pray for blessings - for the god who had been pushed into the abyss by his own hands and had long forgotten him.
Yan Zhixu is a rising star of the Philippine Prize in mathematics. But overnight, the memory became a mystery and became a fragile item "protected" by the family.
Until the war broke out in Jialuo, he came to Jialuo as a medical worker. Artillery fire, ruins, death... And the doctor who looked at him with such complicated eyes that it made his heart palpitate - Shu Yizheng.
When Yan Zhixu faced Shu Yi Zheng's bottomless eyes among the ruins of the war zone, filled with pain and love, the sound of breaking ice came from the depths of his broken memories.
"Do we... Know each other?"
Shu Yi Zheng gently wiped the dust off his face with his blood-stained hands, and his voice was as hoarse as gravel:
"No, we don't know each other."
——But every inch of your body and your soul is engraved with my name. It doesn't matter if you forget, I will let you... Think of it again.
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1v1, HE, strong showdown: in the early stage, it was the pampered young medical novice Yan Zhixu vs. The calm and restrained field doctor Shu Yizheng; in the later stage, it was the mathematical genius who regained his sharpness vs. The petty, overturned and jealous spirit.
Involving a small amount of mythological and religious colors, forced love, memory loss, and battlefield background
