Heart surgeon Shen Qingyun was as calm on the day she divorced as if she were performing an appendectomy. Her ex-husband, Lu Xingzhou, thought she couldn't survive without him. Three months later, he discovered that she held three medical patents, sent monthly nursing-home payments to his mother, who was under house arrest, and had pushed the news of his liver donation to win her back onto the trending page.
On the operating table, she's Dr. Shen, saving lives. Off it, her unhinged ex-husband kneels outside the emergency room, eyes bloodshot, and asks her, "I've practiced CPR at 120 compressions per minute three thousand times. Can I bring your heart back this time?"
She looks down at him and says only, "Lu Xingzhou, do you know what it means for a heart to be dead? A flatline. Your CPR can't bring it back."
First she gives up on him, then he chases after her. A doctor's hand is steady with a scalpel, and just as ruthless when cutting off the past.
