When Wen Xubai was a teenager, he was forced to adopt the orphans of his comrades.
The boy was twelve years old, his eyes were as clean as the first snow, but on the night of his father's funeral, he threw his photo into his arms.
Ten years later, the surly boy grew into a 189cm racing driver and burst into his clinic with scars and trophies all over his body:
"Treat me, just like you do other men."
——
He collects every gift he gives,
He records every word he says,
They have everything between them:
Custody agreements, psychological files, unhealed scars
There is nothing between them:
When He Zhuolin pressed his adoptive father against the bookshelf and kissed him,
Wen Xubai trembled and discovered——
This encounter in the name of therapy,
The wrong medical record was written from the beginning.
Purpose: The dialectical relationship between trauma and healing