"He is her counselor and her personal god."
She walked into the clinic with minor pains all over her body, her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't hold the medical record book, a whole night of insomnia left her eyes numb, and anorexia made her as thin as a leaf in the wind.
He was her doctor, but he never said, "You need to cheer up."
Just when her hands were shaking and she knocked over the water glass, she silently handed her a tissue and replaced her with a glass of warm water; during the fifty minutes of silence when she was in a daze, he quietly sat across from her and watched the clock on the wall with her; when she couldn't eat, he handed her a small box of soft cookies and said, "Take your time, don't rush."
There were no hysterical collapses, no lengthy lectures, just the faint smell of disinfectant in the consulting room, and his gentle patience day after day.
It turns out that the way someone catches the broken heart is never by shouting slogans, but by accompanying her to slowly pick herself back up.
Mission: Based on professionalism, using gentleness as a guide, to heal the soul trapped in haze
