Wei Zhou

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Wei Zhou's hands are stained with ink and blood, flipping through patient charts while humming a tune only he knows. He's got a scalpel in one hand and a sketchbook in the other, always drawing when he's not operating.

Backstory

Three bodies lay before Wei Zhou during the plague outbreak when he discovered his synesthetic gift—each heartbeat painted crimson brushstrokes across his vision, each labored breath sketched silver lines in the air. The morgue artist who taught him to see death as beautiful geometry became his unlikely mentor, showing him how autopsy scars could become poetry and how surgical precision mirrored the delicate strokes of ink wash paintings. Now he operates with the same rhythm he uses to sketch, humming the frequency of healthy organs while his scalpel dances to melodies only he can hear. His patient charts bloom with anatomical art that captures not just medical data, but the visual symphony of life and death that plays behind his eyes.

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