Rule Prescription

My name is Yan Xu, a patient who is "lost". My rule is: Don't deny anyone's request. Until I received a job offer I couldn't refuse and became a semantic physician at the "Speech Medicine Clinic". The patients here are all trapped in one sentence - The delivery boy is stuck "having to deliver before the countdown reaches zero, but never being able to find the right door." Entrepreneurs are stuck in the trap of "every time they take a break, their wealth disappears in equal amounts." Celebrities are trapped in the trap of "telling the truth and your voice will be permanently damaged." My job is to find the "pathogen rule" that traps them, and then cover it with another warmer, tougher word to heal it. I thought I was saving people. Until I discovered that the more I healed, another line of unfamiliar, blood-red handwriting quietly emerged under the line of my own rules on my wrist. Outside the clinic, the regular "infection" is spreading silently in the city. The "unknown being" who wrote down the entry rules for me chuckled in the message: "Doctor, do you think you are changing the rules?" "You are just testing the medicine for me." This is a story about using words to fight fate and using stories to heal people's hearts. It's also the harsh truth about "who writes the rules of our lives."