When Ochs heard again: "Do you have a technical problem? I came to the hospital alone and you diagnosed me with so many diseases." He knew that the original joy and dream had already been secretly marked with a price. It was probably the fault of not forwarding it in the first space, or the fault of not clicking on the "How to make a million in a year" posted by his father and mother, or the fault of the mosquitoes he used to kill with electric mosquito repellent after getting up in the middle of the night - in short, the trouble had begun.
"I don't believe what you said, please ask your dean to come here." Oaks stood on the rooftop. It was a windy day and there was no sun. It was cloudless but the sun was shining brightly.
(This article is purely fictitious. If there are any similarities, please do not take it personally.)
Oakes stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the ant-like crowd below him.
"Do you believe there are rules in this world?" A hoarse voice came from behind.
He turned around and saw an old man wearing a yellowed white coat, holding a yellowed notebook in his hand.
"Rules? Like the Hippocratic Oath?" Oakes smiled bitterly.
The old man shook his head: "It's older and darker than that. For example... What will happen if the rule 'the patient is always right' is violated?"
Oakes thought of the aggressive family member of the patient that morning and the meaningful look in his director's eyes.
"Do you want to know the answer?" The old man handed over the notebook, "Go and collect these strange rules and legends, the ones circulated in the hospital, which are shady and can explain everything."
Oakes took the notebook, and it was written in blood-red ink on the cover: "Observation Notes on Human Diversity"...
Concept: Analysis of human nature