Liar Doctor

Today, our crowded clinic welcomed a special patient. How strange... She was obviously healthy, but she insisted on seeing a doctor. But this is a rare opportunity for me to realize my ambition, and I can't let it slip away in vain. After all, in the 25th century, people rarely get sick. So I opened the medical record and pretended to write a line on it. ——October 15, 2415, cloudy day. My lips curved in a precise arc, and my eyes were gentle but firm, so that the other party would think that I was kind and professional. "Please keep talking," I encouraged her. - ——January 1, 2416, sunny day. I couldn't wait to open the medical records, and my hands and feet seemed to be filled with crackling lightning, prompting me to write down line after line of soft, careless poetry. At this time, my position with the patient seems to have been reversed. She is always the one who cares more about time, while I always hope that forty minutes can be as long as 24 hours. Oh... When I went to the doctor, I was already looking forward to her next visit. - ——May 31, 2416. This time I just scrawled the beginning and then found it difficult to finish. She said this was the last time she came for a follow-up visit, and she wanted to say goodbye to me properly. I felt so unbearable that I was on pins and needles, and I couldn't even maintain the smile I had always planned. It's not like me. I don't have such a fretful time. I was so anxious that I was going in circles. It would be better if she was still sick. She must be sick. - Reading guide: ① It has a sci-fi/wasteland background, but it has no sense of existence. It is essentially a light suspense love short story. ②BE. Intention: Worthy of love