Emergency Doctor: My Medical Records Tampered with Reality

Lin Mo, a night shift doctor in the emergency department of the First Hospital of the City, never sees ordinary patients - their eyes will transform into starry skies, crystals that can read will grow in their throats, and what the heart pumps is not blood, but "concepts". No spells, no magic implements. Lin Mo relied on medical records, common sense and medical procedures to fight against the indescribable: he used "May 3rd" to hedge against cognitive overload, used convenience store stickers to seal the evil god, and used handwritten diagnosis and treatment guidelines as runes. In his hands, medical records are not records, but prescriptions for rewriting reality. He forgot what happened three years ago. I forgot the saying "value" in the old clinic, the price of equal exchange, and the person named Zhang Wei who was trapped in the basement for three years. When the whole city was infiltrated by "conceptual pollution" - traffic lights showed a person's life, examination papers turned into invitations, and the deceased continued to go to work - Lin Mo finally understood: the so-called weirdness was just a kind of civilized language, and his pen was the one the other party wanted to borrow. Medical records can rewrite reality. But for every transaction, something must be exchanged.