On the seventh day of hospitalization, I hated the whole world. Unemployment, rejection, and a Ph. D. With nowhere to go—I have come to the end of my road to a postdoc in health psychology. Until I met Leo.
He was a male nurse in the ward. He would draw a smiling face on the temperature sheet, and would reply to my message at two o'clock in the morning: "I wonder if you walked well during the day." He moved my heart and made me see: It turns out that I am not the only one who is lost.
When questioned by his family members, he would wonder if he had chosen the wrong career; when faced with the pain of a patient, he would secretly turn to his pen in a daze. And I, a PhD in psychology who wrote three papers on burnout but fell down first, discovered for the first time that my data skills can really help him.
Through an accidental data analysis, I helped his patients discover overlooked risk signals. At that moment, I suddenly understood: data is not just numbers, behind them are people who need to be seen in time.
We are together. As sweet as cheating.
But soon, I received an overseas training offer—to study AI psychotherapy in London. After a year in a foreign country, he didn't say a word to persuade me to stay. He just gave me a cup of milk tea with 30% sugar before I boarded the plane: "Waiting for you to come back."
He flew to London on the 89th day. He held the ring at the arrival gate and said marry me.
He is not a doctor and does not write prescriptions.
He was just a boy wearing a white nurse uniform. With his gentleness and firmness, he cured my doubts about the whole world.
This is a story about how two lost people see each other and heal each other.
The sweetness is about 30%, just right.
Concept: When data meets heartbeat, two lost people heal each other.