Seven years ago, Lin Zhiwei left without saying goodbye and left for a foreign country; seven years later, she returned to her hometown as an attending physician in the emergency department. She thought the past had gone with the wind, but during the rescue of a series of car accidents on a rainy night, she unexpectedly reunited with the name that had been engraved in the bone marrow - on the operating table, Shen Tinglan, the "cold-faced king of hell" from the Department of Cardiology, coldly called her across a sterile drape: "Doctor Lin, pull the hook."
Shen Tinglan is a benchmark in the First Affiliated Hospital and even in the entire cardiac surgery community. He is as precise as a scalpel and his life is as harsh as a sterile zone. No one knows that the faded hair rope on her wrist is the only obsession left seven years ago. And Lin Zhiwei's return, like a stone thrown into stagnant water, instantly shattered the peace she had maintained for many years. She began to appear in the emergency observation room during non-visiting hours, repeatedly confirming Lin Zhiwei's signature in the shift handover record, and even after the ten-hour joint surgery, for the first time in the locker room, she touched the remaining warmth on the other person's collar with her trembling fingertips.
The seventeen days after the reunion was a silent game. Lin Zhiwei abides by the boundaries of "colleagues", deliberately staggering the schedule and taking detours to avoid suspicion; but Shen Tinglan presses forward step by step, cutting through all disguises with a scalpel-like sensitivity. A chance encounter in the corridor late at night became the last straw that crushed his sanity. Shen Tinglan trapped Lin Zhiwei between the wall and herself, tearing away the pretense of respectability that had been maintained for many years - it turned out that the reason for leaving without saying goodbye was not ruthless, but because of a dangerous dilated cardiomyopathy, which made her choose to swallow her sentence alone, not wanting to drag down her lover.
"It's cured." Shen Tinglan pressed Lin Zhiwei's hand on her left chest, her heart beating steadily and powerfully, "So I'm overstepping the bounds by coming back now."
From the life-and-death struggle on the operating table to the reopening of old wounds in the duty room, the relationship between the two jumps repeatedly between restraint and out of control. Faced with the steps taken by her former lover, the high wall built by Lin Zhiwei gradually collapsed. And under the high-pressure line of rumors and life and death in the hospital, they finally understood: some boundaries are meant to be crossed.
Intention:: She thought she was going to cure diseases and save people, but in the end she cured her "dare not love" heart.