In 2019, Seoul was lashed by a torrential downpour.
Beyond these walls lay a frenzied arena of fame and fortune. This late-night treatment room was her only place of silence.
He was a cold scalpel moving through the world's top medical institutions. She was a broken black swan, fallen from the stage into an abyss because of injury and illness.
At the end of a corridor in a high-pressure television station, surrounded by countless cameras, he drew her into a blind spot no one could see. With his warm palm, he shielded her from every storm.
"The cameras outside can't see us here, Nansang. Now, listen to my heartbeat and let me guide your breathing."
"According to my medical orders, your health comes before everything. JYP can't overrule me. Park Jin-young can't overrule me. And neither can you."
Everyone believed she was a top girl-group beauty who had weathered the storm alone and returned to the pinnacle of her career.
But they had no idea that in the backstage shadows beyond the reach of the flashbulbs, the Chinese-born prodigy who held everyone's life and death in his hands stood with one hand in his lab coat pocket. His voice was cool, and his protectiveness knew no bounds:
"Tomorrow, Dr. Lu will face the storm with you."
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