A scalpel can save lives, but it can also be the perfect murder weapon.
Prosecutor Lin Wei suffers from facial recognition disorder, but he can accurately "dissect" lies from massive data. Forensic doctor Shen Qingzi is deaf in her right ear, but is good at listening to the silent testimony of corpses. When the shiny surface of Lingang City's medical system begins to fester on the inside - the bodies in the morgue are evaporating under surveillance, and the blood of the whistleblower who fell from the building is flowing with laboratory toxins - the two scarred female experts are forced to join forces.
One of them wants to uncover the truth behind their father's mysterious death, and the other wants to cleanse the stigma of their mother's unjust suicide. What they face is a giant web woven by technology, power and twisted emotions:
The personable neurosurgery authority collects every item "accidentally" left by his sweetheart and regards it as a sacred object. The elite and rational technology company president calmly evaluates the "exploitability" of this obsession. They used sterile gloves to cover up evidence, used medical progress to cover up greed, and turned scalpels into sickles for harvesting lives.
"My knife only cuts the truth." Facing the tampered autopsy report, Shen Qingzi picked up the scalpel again.
"And my 'knife' will make the data speak for itself." Lin Wei tapped on the keyboard, and the screen's fluorescent light illuminated her calm profile.
This is not a simple showdown between good and evil. When love becomes a prison of paranoia, and when science crosses the boundaries of ethics, who can still hold the dust-free scalpel?
Two female protagonists, criminal investigation and medical suspense, multiple CP emotional network.
Welcome to Lingang City—where every diagnosis can become death
