The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

It's the middle of the night, they're all asleep, I'm hungry.

The hazy moonlight crept into the narrow skylight, and I carefully lifted the messy quilt and crept out the door.

I glanced at my watch, and it was three o'clock in the morning.

The slimy darkness was like a large pot of oil flowing into the hallway, wrapping around the soles of the feet, and all around was the whirring sound of the ventilation system. I hesitated to settle down, and finally came to the place where the food was placed.

A bag of instant noodles was pulled out, and the plastic packaging made a sharp sizzling sound.

Open your mouth

, tear open the seasoning packet, pour it into the seasoning packet

, take a deep breath

, pour in the freshly boiled hot

water, shed a few meaningless tears

, shake and

chew,

and wait for the waste water to drain out of the nostrils...

"Ha, ha, ha—ahem, phew" The steaming white gas came out of my mouth in a puff, and the crumbs of the cooking bag roamed around all corners of my head, and I barely straightened up against the wall, limping back.

The lights in the operating room are still on.

I leaned against the window and peeked my head out.

Disinfectant water wafted from the room and a faint rancid smell.

The bright white light stung my consciousness that had not yet awakened, all kinds of advanced instruments were placed on the ground, huge robotic arms were holding something back and forth, numbers of unknown meaning flashed on the dial, and the sound of the system running sounded rhythmically.

There was a green figure standing next to the operating table.

The dry and messy white hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and the two little green ears shrugged motionless as if they had lost their vitality.

I noticed several clumps of fallen gray hair scattered on the small table next to me.

The crumpled white coat was stained with blood, half of which fell off his shoulders, and half of which hung on his shoulders, and was blown around by the wind.

She propped up the operating table with both hands, looking like she couldn't stand steadily, her green eyes lost their usual strength, and she stared at the corpse on the operating table that had been dissected.

The shriveled lips seemed to be muttering something.

Suddenly, she raised her arm suddenly, picked up one of the pills box next to her without looking, took out the needle, sucked it up, injected it, and did it all in one go.

She gasped for breath and struggled to prop up her head, but she still felt a wave of dizziness, and staggered back to her chair with her face covered, her pale cheeks not showing a trace of blood, and her thin arms hung limply on her side like two dry branches.

Coughing violently with blood, she stared at the bright red on her hand for a long time.

"Come in, it's good to be interested in the outside world, but don't lose the recognition and discussion of self-worth.

Startled, I cringed and walked into the house.

"What's wrong with you?" I couldn't help but ask.

She looked at me blankly, and after a few moments she said

, "Showing concern for me means that you are very different from what you used to be, but if it is me, then there is no need." She tore off the noodles from my nostrils and threw them neatly into the trash.

"Do you want a bowl of noodles, I still have it in my mouth. "

“...... I can't eat like you, your understanding of food is far different from what others know"

There were many empty bottles scattered around the potion box, and her eyes were surrounded by deep dark circles, and even if she tried to restrain herself, her breathing was still very disordered, and her consciousness seemed to fly away from her at any moment.

"It's time for you to sleep.

"From a sociological point of view, interference with each other is the basis of the formation of society, and distancing is also seen as respect for others.

She hesitated for a moment, her stiff face moving, and I realized that she might want to smile at me, but working with a blank face for a long time seemed to make it difficult for her to lift the corners of her mouth.

The memories of the long years wore away her feelings, and she had so many secrets in her that when it was her personal turn, it seemed insignificant...

I had to go back to my room, leaving her alone in the operating room with a silent corpse.