On a rainy night, Jiang Chen was struck by lightning while rescuing an injured person. His heart stopped for a full three minutes. When he woke, he found a string of numbers floating above everyone’s head: their countdown to death.
The old landlord: 3 years and 127 days.
The emergency department director: 11 years and 42 days.
The girl at the flower shop downstairs: 23 hours. Jiang Chen looked in the mirror. The numbers above his own head were dripping blood: [3 days, 00 hours]. A cold voice rang in his mind: [Death Register holder activated. Due to an accounting error in the Underworld, 54 years were mistakenly deducted from the holder’s lifespan. Compensation protocol initiated: rewrite other people’s doomed fates and reclaim your lifespan.] From then on, Jiang Chen was a paramedic by day and a man who snatched lives back from the brink of death by night. Pull someone back before a car crash, and gain 3 days of life;
expose a murder, and gain 30 days;
take down a wealthy family that prolongs its life by “borrowing” years from others, and gain 365 days. Then he discovered that someone in the city was running a loan company that used poor people’s lifespans to extend the lives of the rich. An old man with 217 years to live looked at Jiang Chen and smiled. “Xiao Jiang, I’ll buy a pair of your eyes. Name your price.” Jiang Chen put away the Death Register. “I’ll settle your account sooner or later.” Everyone fears death. I’m the only one who lives by saving people whose countdowns have hit zero.
