Part 1:
After Abigail went home, I wondered who the next doctor would be to come and look after me. It turned out to be Dr. Sweet—a familiar face.
Dr. Sweet: “Whoa, how’d you get yourself into such a mess?”
Me: “I just had an epic battle with Dr. Superior. Barely got out alive.”
Dr. Sweet: “You must be starving now, huh?”
Me: “Not too bad. Abigail just fed me some dumplings, so you don’t have to buy food for me.”
Dr. Sweet: “Then how about I bring you a drink tomorrow?”
Me: “What kind? If it’s one of those low-cost drinks like Starbucks, please don’t waste your money.”
Dr. Sweet: “Haha, you’ll see tomorrow.”
(The next day)
Dr. Sweet brought me a mysterious-looking drink.
Me: “What the heck is this? Looks like something you’d use to filter urine on a deserted island. Why is it layered like this?”
Dr. Sweet: “My friend, this is called Suzhou-style green mung bean soup!”
Me: “Oh come on, it’s just mung bean soup. What’s so special about Suzhou’s version?”
Dr. Sweet: “It’s different. It has a lot of ingredients.”
Me: “Wait a second, Dr. Sweet—are you from Suzhou?”
Dr. Sweet: ” I will not tell you. That’s my privacy.”
Me: “Then why insist on getting Suzhou-style mung bean soup for me?”
Dr. Sweet: “Because you pulled off a major achievement. You’re now a hero in the eyes of all the female staff at our hospital.”
Me: “Nani? But Abigail said she was really upset because I killed her boss.”
Dr. Sweet: “Well, she had been with Dr. Superior for many years. He really valued her and even asked Dr. Divine to help get her citizenship here. Otherwise, with her education level, it wouldn’t have been possible.”
Me: “I suppose her presence posed a threat to Radiology, Imaging, and Ultrasound departments?”
Dr. Sweet: “Not really. Dr. Superior wasn’t on good terms with those departments anyway. He’d often say their tools were useless and that everything ultimately depended on his diagnosis. When that got back to the department heads, they banded together to get back at him—lowering image resolution, stuffing reports with Latin or Greek jargon to make things harder for him, and always ending with a sarcastic ‘please correlate clinically.’ One time, they even drew an ASCII phoenix in the report to mock him as a ‘Phoenix Man.’”
Me: “Well then, no wonder he had to hire someone with Byakugan abilities.”
Dr. Sweet: “Exactly. That’s why you have to treat people right.”
Me: “Still… he was a colleague. Why are you all so happy he’s dead?”
Dr. Sweet: “Because… actually, let’s talk about it tomorrow. Oh right—I just realized this mung bean soup seems to be missing an ingredient. No wonder you said it looks like a water filter. I’ll bring you another bottle tomorrow. Just drink this one for now. Don’t worry, it’s safe. I even asked them to add probiotics and prebiotics. All that’s missing is inactivated bacteria!”
Me: “Thanks, I appreciate it. But really, don’t spend so much on me.”
Dr. Sweet: “No problem at all. I’m taking care of you on behalf of dozens of female comrades. You deserve good food and drinks these days.”
I thought to myself: What kind of negative figure was Dr. Superior in this hospital anyway? Wasn’t he a popular internet-famous doctor with a 4.7-star rating online?
(The next day)
Dr. Sweet brought another bottle of Suzhou-style mung bean soup.
Dr. Sweet: “Look carefully—I told the shop owner today to load it up properly, even to make up for yesterday.”
Me: “This really looks more like a drink now. What’s that colorful stuff on top? Looks like what we had on steamed buns as kids.”
Dr. Sweet: “ChatGPT says it’s made from radish, probably with added coloring.” Me: “Alright… the bottom layer is glutinous rice, right?”
Dr. Sweet: “That’s right. Give it a good shake before drinking—shake shake shake—like doing an organic chemistry experiment or like that music video of Taylor Swift!”
Me: “Tastes surprisingly good, haha.”
Dr. Sweet: “Glad you like it.”
Me: “So, can you finally tell me why you’re so happy about Dr. Superior’s death?” Dr. Sweet: ” I knew you’d interrogate me. Be careful—you might die for knowing too much.”
Me: “Don’t worry. I’ve got nine lives. My original family already killed off seven. I’ve still got two left.”
Dr. Sweet: “You really think you are cat, don’t you?”
End of Part 1
(to be continued)
This project is currently paused due to my busy schedule. Will release more over time but much less text will be provided. (08-11-2025)
This is a creative project inspired by the traditions of Eastern shonen manga and Western comics and cinematic storytelling.
All characters, abilities, and world elements are original creations.
Any similarities to existing works are coincidental or intended as respectful homage, without any claim of ownership or affiliation.