In the early spring of that year, Qingyang University of Traditional Chinese Medicine was caught off guard by the rain.
Chu Shilin was soaked in the rain on the playground. When he raised his head, he ran into the dry shadow under Lu Huarong's umbrella.
The man's eyebrows were cold, and there was a scar on his collarbone hidden under his white coat, which was the mark left by K-25.
He stepped closer to the senior who was called the "laboratory madman" by the whole school. He looked at his umbrella tilted in the rain, his light that stayed on all night, and his dissection of his parents' memories with his own hands, turning himself into a machine that only ran for revenge.
Chu Shilin rushed in recklessly, like a ball of fire, determined to melt the ice around him.
He said, "I'll be your setter in the lab."
But fate is never up to anyone.
K-25 took away Chu Shilin's grandfather and tore apart the unspoken relationship between them.
"Let's just say goodbye."
He broke off the access card, turned around and walked into the rain. He didn't see the trembling fingertips of the man behind him as he picked up the pieces.
Until the string of blue glazed wind chimes broke without warning, Chu Shilin received a call in the early morning——
Lu Huarong is critically ill.
He rushed to the hospital like crazy, and when he saw the man lying in the intensive care unit as pale as paper, he realized:
Some love is destined to span life and death from the moment it is born.
"I won't let you forget me."
He clenched his hand and waited for a miracle outside the gene therapy hatch.
Lu Huarong, in the abyss of coma, responded with the last bit of clarity:
"Linlin, I remember."
Purpose: In the fight against devastating diseases, personal emotions and memories form an inevitable conflict with collective responsibility and the ruthlessness of science. Ultimately, it is these indelible human connections that give meaning to the struggle and become the key to healing.