There are two iron rules in municipal hospitals: first, cardiology and cardiac surgery are natural enemies; second, Lin Xian and Shen Yizhou must not be in the same room.
As the youngest "knife-wielding tyrant" in the Department of Cardiac Surgery, Lin Xian has only two creeds in life: to perform the most perfect heart surgery so that his terminally ill sister can survive.
Until that day, Shen Yizhou, the always smiling and sinister nemesis in the Department of Cardiology, fell into her examination bed due to a sudden tachycardia due to a spindle rotation.
"Doctor Shen, take off your clothes and lie down." Lin Xian put on medical gloves and put the cold stethoscope against the man's hot chest. "Your pericardial effusion seems to be more than the water in your brain."
Shen Yizhou pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled as warmly as jade: "Dr. Lin, just do the physical examination. Why are your hands shaking? Are you fascinated by my chest muscles?"
In order to reassure her critically ill sister, Lin Xian stood at the door of Shen Yizhou's clinic with her household registration book: "Did you bring your household registration book? Get married. No betrothal gift is required. My sister's ward is yours to take charge of."
She thought this was just a contractual marriage where each got what he wanted.
Until the wedding night, the man known as the "walking living CT" slowly unbuttoned his white coat with his slender fingers, pressed her against the door, and said in a low voice: "Dr. Lin, now that you have received the certificate, shouldn't you check... How fast is my heartbeat beating for you?"
