Shen Nianhe, a doctor of surgery at a tertiary hospital, opened her eyes and became a little medical girl who was trampled on in the ancient prince's mansion.
The imperial concubine had a difficult delivery, Wen Po was helpless, and everyone was waiting to collect her body. She pushed open the delivery room door: "Scissors, liquor, boiling water!" - Caesarean section, mother and child were safe. The whole government was shocked.
The decisive and decisive Zhenbei Hou Lu Chengyuan set his sights on her. He suspected that she was a spy and moved her to the front yard to monitor her day and night. She healed his old wounds and the scars in his heart. From suspicion to excitement, the two finally came together.
But they are people from two worlds. She believes that "every life is worth saving", and he firmly believes that "killing one person to save a hundred people is mercy." When Lu Chengyuan killed the enemy spy she had rescued in front of her, Shen Nianhe took off his blood-stained white robe and turned around to leave.
He thought letting go was to protect her, and she thought betrayal was the only answer.
Soon a plague raged in the capital, and Shen Nianhe was ordered to do so in danger. Lu Chengyuan stood at the door of the medical center with an injury: "I'm late." They fight the epidemic side by side, sharing life and death. But some people can't wait any longer - Lieutenant General Zhou Fang died on the battlefield, leaving only a bloody jade pendant and the words "I like you" that he didn't have time to say to his maid Qing He.
The truth finally came out: Lu Chengyuan was forced by the emperor to risk her life and pretended to marry the princess, but in fact he resisted and suffered humiliation.
"Why do you make decisions for me?"
"Because it's easier to accept letting you hate me than letting you die."
When the dust settled, she saved a whole city of people, and he learned to protect rather than kill. Qinghe would take the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and sit in front of Zhou Fang's tomb for a whole day every Qingming Festival.
The wind blows, as if he is saying: I know.
Intention: The benevolence of doctors spans life and death; love and understanding bridge the gap between swords and swords.