Scalpel and iris spines
Shen Yanzhou, director of the Cardiac Surgery Department of a tertiary hospital, picked up a handsome man smelling of alcohol on a rainy night. There were old scars of self-inflicted wounds hidden under the man's blood-stained shirt, but there was a iris tattoo wrapped around his wrist. Only later did he learn that this was Jiang Jiting, a well-known dandy in the business world - the contradictory figure who smiled frivolously on the cover of a financial magazine but could accurately find his house number in the middle of the night.
Shen Yanzhou's medical shoulder bag always carries the coolness of mint candies, and Jiang Jiting's fingertips tremble every time she steals candies. He laughed at Dr. Shen's memory of the ward rounds as a love letter, but when the doctor turned around, he hid the diary with "kill him" written all over it in the safe. The iron chains in the basement of the Jiang family's old house are still dripping, and under the heir's suit is a rose-shaped scar from a cigarette burn when he was seventeen.
When the one-way mirror in the psychological clinic reflected two overlapping shadows, Jiang Jiting finally took off the libertine mask: "Shen Yanzhou, are you trying to cure my anti-social tendencies, or the sincerity that no one has dared to touch for twenty years?" Shen Yanzhou held his scarred wrist and tied a mint candy paper butterfly on the blood-stained prayer beads.
This diagnosis and treatment that started with lies ended up being a siege of two-way redemption. On the night when the security alarm sounded for the ninth time in the psychological clinic, Jiang Jiting found the antidepressant that had been prepared for ten years and a wedding ring with a military medal hidden in the pocket of Shen Yanzhou's doctor's robe.
Concept: Light in the abyss: suturing broken souls with gentleness