Chapter Two: A Prophet Only Needs Seven Days

“Doctor Su, at 7:16 tonight, nineteen vehicles will collide on the ring road. The first ambulance will suffer brake failure. Don't put intern Zhou Xiao in it.” “Who are you?” “Someone who owes you his life.” Su called security. But the collision occurred at 7:16, and Zhou Xiao survived because she had forced the crew to change vehicles. That evening, Lin also predicted the pharmacy raid and the elevator failure. Su cornered him at the end of a corridor and lowered her voice. “You've lived through this before, haven't you?” For the first time, Lin truly looked at her. Everyone else had forgotten. His mother's last phone call, his colleagues' contempt, the hand reaching for him in the rain—he alone carried them now.