Lin Shuyu's life creed is simple: work as a competent nurse in this missionary hospital in the French Concession, receive a small but stable salary, save money, and then leave this precarious island city. She had seen too much life and death, bullets piercing the chest, and lives taken away by cholera. She thought her heart had been soaked in disinfectant water and remained calm. Until that night, she dragged a man covered in blood and almost lifeless from the back door. Good news: He was saved, and he is still a handsome man with broad shoulders, long legs, and deep eyebrows. Bad news: When Mr. Fu woke up, he looked at her as if he was evaluating an unsuspecting weapon, and his enemies soon followed the smell of blood to the hospital. From then on, Lin Shuyu's daily life changed from "changing the dressings on several beds today" to "how to hide the medicines in salted fish and send them out today" and "how to interact with Mr. Fu under the nose of the Secret Service Department." This man was poison, a whirlpool, and the most turbulent accident in her peaceful life. He would pry open her window in the middle of the night, covered in gunpowder smoke and moonlight, just to hand her a piece of warm chestnut cake; he would also protect her behind her when she had a gun pressed to her forehead, like a divine soldier descending from the sky. He said, "Miss Lin, I was walking the road to hell. When I met you, I wanted to look back at the human world." Lin Shuyu clenched the scalpel in her hand and thought: The road in the human world is long, why not, why don't I walk with you? Small Theater: One day, Mr. Fu's wound became inflamed and his fever persisted. Lin Shuyu held an ice towel and said expressionlessly: "Mr. Fu, since you went for a 'walk' again last night,
