"Everything is perfect, except for one thing, she is..."
"Wait, you said it was her..." The detective was quickly punished, and his words were interrupted by a noisy ringtone, "Oh, you changed the ringtone."
"No, this is special." Watson frowned, and his forehead seemed to have turned into a muddy path after the rain, full of fresh and deep tracks, "My sister's phone number." His finger hovered between the red and green sliders for a full half minute, and the harsh death metal still refused to give up. But he really had enough of those messy emotional entanglements! He was clearly receiving psychological treatment, but she just poured cold water on him. And when she was in pain, she would pour irresponsible drunken words into his head on the phone, in order to gain attention. When I was happy, I had forgotten all about him, and not a shred of news could reach his ears! He kind of wished he was red-green blind at this moment and resigned himself to his fate. But in the end, he just sighed softly, closed his eyes, and still moved his hand in a specific direction. He said in his heart that if it was a complaint, he would hang up immediately without delaying for a second.
"Hello, the patient's current condition is still very unstable..."