Su Du, 28, is a medical doctoral student. After 36 hours of consecutive duty, he dies in his dorm at four in the morning. No last words, no background music. Just instant noodles from two days ago on his desk, and a research paper still glowing on his phone.
When he opens his eyes again, he has been reborn at 20. The same medical school, the same name, the same face, but this world is a little different. He searches for Li Jian: nothing. Searches for Jay Chou... nothing. The songs he had on repeat in his previous life were never written in this world.
In his previous life, he lived alone for 28 years and died alone. This time, his younger brother Su Ye keeps pestering him to film him, music producer Lu Shencheng silently hands him the keys to a recording studio, and his mother's insulated flask is always filled with warm soup.
So he decides to bring those songs to this world for the very first time. Not copying songs, not importing them. They exist because he remembers them.
Medicine heals the body, and songs heal the soul. Maybe they have always been one and the same.
