On the day Lu Chen graduated from his master’s training, his master sealed away ninety percent of his medical skills and left him with just one sentence:
“Your mother is waiting for you at the bottom of Lake Baikal. Until you find her, you must never use your full strength.”
Twenty-three years later, he stands at the information desk of Jiangcheng Hospital, pointing an old man in the right direction like a freshly graduated intern. No one knows that the moment his fingers touch a pulse, he can see through terminal illnesses disguised by the aura of medicine. No one knows, either, that every life he saves brings him one step closer to the “fated calamity” awaiting him.
