When she was thirty years old, Lin Qingyun was lying on the cold operating table. The moment the anesthetic was pushed into her veins, she saw the eyes under the shadowless lamp - calm, sharp, but as familiar as a scar carved in her youth. The surgeon in charge was Su Minhao, who was her first love whom she left without saying goodbye ten years ago.
The operation was successful. When she woke up, she said "Thank you, Doctor Su" to him, her tone as calm as if they had never hugged on the rainy night before the college entrance examination, and had never agreed to go to Beijing together. He thought she was married, and she thought he had forgotten about it. Until an old USB flash drive accidentally fell, until she blocked the smashed vase for him, until he tore up the invitation letter from Beijing Hospital on the rooftop: "You must be in my future."
Thirty days, from the reunion in the emergency room to the trials in the ward, from the doctor-patient dispute to the life and death moment, from the misunderstandings to the final honest meeting. Under the shadowless lamp, they repaired not only the patient's heart, but also the crack in each other's hearts. The best cure in the world is never time, but the person you once lost finds you back again.
