Age 59. Thirty-three years as a forensic pathologist. 4,173 bodies. Not one mistake.
With her final cut before retirement, Chen Sui catches the smell of formalin from 1989.
Then she “returns” to the age of 23. Her eyesight, sense of smell, and sense of touch are all back at their peak. But there’s a price: every time she uses them, she forgets something. Her daughter’s phone number. Her home address. The date of her retirement.
Her daughter, Lin Zhiyao, slams a case file down in front of her. “The drowning case from three months ago. The victim has the same name as your first love from 33 years ago. And here’s the strange part...” She points to the report. “You couldn’t test for diatoms in 1989. So who signed this report?”
Chen Sui looks at her signature, written in a hand 33 years younger.
She didn’t write it. But it was her hand.
