Their first touch came outside the ICU in the early hours of the morning. What she held wasn't a hand, but a “precision medical instrument.”
Wen Jingxing, a genius doctor with no emotional capacity, has an error rate of no more than 0.3% in every operation. Shen Nianchu, a patient's family member on the verge of breaking down, can barely breathe under his cold gaze.
That is, until she discovers the sick child he has been secretly supporting, and until he breaks his own rules to give her his first nonmedical instruction: “Shen Nianchu, don't break down in front of me.”
“Why?”
“Because...” He pauses, like a machine attempting human speech for the first time. “Your breakdown... will interfere with the precision of my surgery.”
A dangerous salvation between two people at opposite extremes of emotional capacity. Between the scalpel and the sketchbook, they redefine the warmth of being alive.
It's worth reading. I think the author is studying medicine.