That Black Mud Colleague Who Always Targets Me

▽ When my boss, who was still a doctor for the time being, went out to treat an annoying old man, out of boredom, the only colleague in this small clinic turned to talk to me. He has a young face, as young as me, but thinner than me. He is completely like a teenager. He is elusive all day long, dull and mixed with intermittent excitement. This man has a smart mind, but he just doesn't know why he has to waste time in this little black clinic. "XX, what is your superpower?" He asked. I looked at the big gleaming characters that only I could see in my field of vision, "The Strange Tale of a Literary Man's Mysterious Dog", thought about it, and answered him sincerely: "Play the dog writer's marble card drawing game." "...?" . . . [System prompt: Congratulations on drawing (forcing into the card pool) SSR] Intention: love