Qīnglì, finally resting on the hospital bed, thinks the ordeal is over. But TíngHui isn’t done. With a sinister calm, he slips an anesthetic mask over Qīnglì’s face, plunging him back into darkness.

When Qīnglì wakes, panic surges—his arms are bound, and TíngHui looms over him with unshakable focus. The cruel game begins again: waves of CPR compressions, jolts of the defibrillator, and the relentless cycle of being knocked under, only to be dragged back into the world of breath and heartbeat.

Every shock, every forced revival pushes Qīnglì’s body and mind to their limits… until the twisted ritual reaches its climax. In the end, both find themselves strangely fulfilled, their dangerous dance closing on a chilling yet strangely “happy” resolution.