I made a wish and checked for allergens three times.
Dust mites, pollen, mango, all hit.
But as soon as she entered Clinic 5, the rash appeared on its own.
The name of the fourth allergen cannot be found because the allergen's surname is Lu and he is a man in a white coat.
"Dr. Lu, I'm going to study abroad. What should I do if I get sick in the middle of the night? Add me on WeChat."
She practiced this sentence three times, and when she entered the consulting room and said it, her voice was shaking.
He looked at her for two seconds and pushed the QR code over: "Scan it."
Later she found out that he remembered her birthday, put her medical records at the top of the pile, flipped her friend circle from three years ago to the bottom, and even gave her a like at two in the morning.
She thought she was chasing him unilaterally.
She didn't know that every time the thirty-two-year-old man finished replying to her message, he would go to the bathroom and drink a glass of cold water. After drinking it, he still felt that it was not enough.
To sum up in one sentence: She thought she was registered, but in fact she was registered with him.
