I Dream of Transmigration

I'm a regular at our local hospital. Well, not exactly a regular anymore. I'm more like a permanent resident.

Thank goodness my parents, despite being divorced, never stopped giving me spending money. That meant I could lounge around the hospital without a care in the world, joking around now and then with my attending physician and the nurses, aside from all the frequent examinations and occasional surgeries and such.

Then one day, I took my medicine as usual and went to sleep. When I opened my eyes, I was...

Uh, sorry. Since I've been frail and living in a hospital since I was little, I had no idea where I was.

But, as a person should when they find themselves somewhere unfamiliar, I stayed alert and didn't wander around.

After, um...cough, cough, I didn't have a watch, but anyway, after quite a long time, I finally saw another living person.

He was a tall, skinny guy in a white coat that reached his knees, and he looked a lot like the familiar angels in white from my hospital.

"Um...hello. Are you a doctor, too?"

As you can see, I transmigrated.

The main story is written in third person.

Just writing for fun. My writing isn't great, the timeline is a mess, and the characters are out of character.

No season three, manga, or novels.

Slow burn, everyday life, updates when I can, no CP.

Theme: A socially anxious person overcomes social anxiety