(Last visit from one month ago)
(one month later)
Me: Dr. Cold, the ointment infused with chakra you put on last time was amazing — my left side doesn’t hurt anymore. I probably don’t need your “Water-Style plus Metal-Style” treatment. Just give me more ointment infused with chakra.
Dr. Cold: Is that so? Then we’ll do one session of “Air-Style” on the right side.
I thought to myself: Finally — but somehow it all feels a little too easy.
He said: Let’s prescribe a few more oral meds.
Me: Oh, no — I barely took the last mind-soothing powder. The mind-lifting pill helped a bit, but I later realized my lesion is actually higher up; it isn’t really an illusion spell. Besides, those ingredients are toxic; you can’t take much. AI says at most 20 days.
He said: Toxic? Who said that?
Me (thinking): ChatGPT checked it — it said it’s highly toxic.
He said: That dose is tiny, it’s fine.
I thought to myself: Are you ignorant or pretending to be?
(At the Pharmacy)
Me: Finally found it—didn’t know there’s such a tiny pharmacy on this floor. I even went all the way to the lobby on the first floor.
The pharmacists: People requested to have one here. Going up and down is too much trouble. But we do have fewer types of medicine here.
Me: Then why did I get my prescription from the first floor last time?
The pharmacists: The doctor can choose that in the prescribing system.
Me: You really have so few medicines here. Downstairs they have smart pharmacies—AI plus conveyor belts deliver meds straight to the pharmacist. They can sit all day without getting up.
The pharmacists: You know that smart equipment costs millions, right?
Me: Yeah, even all your salaries combined for a few years wouldn’t reach that.
The pharmacists: Haha, exactly. We’re the more cost-effective option.
(In the treatment room)
He said: Sit up straight. I’m going to summon my ranged weapons. Watch closely — these are called mind-penetrating guns. Start telling me when you feel anything.
Me: Ahhhh — your guns look 3D-printed, like those insoles sold online.
He: No way. This is ancestral. I’m the ninth-generation heir. The guns look the same, but each generation uses different bullets. The bullets are high-density chakra — invisible to human eyes but birds can see them.
Me: Ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…
He: Moreover, these bullets can penetrate soft tissue and act directly on neurons in your brain — cranial nerves, spinal nerves, sympathetic and parasympathetic nerves — a full 3D approach to remove hallucinations.
I thought to myself: Wow — that sounds like precision pseudoscience, just like the insole industry, according to ChatGPT.
He said: Forgot to say — each gun contains 2,000 rounds, and the human body can handle at most 4,000 rounds a day. We’ve already used up one gun; you must hold on for the rest of the bullets. Don’t avoid it; don’t move.
Me: You know how to run a business — you shot me with two guns at once and used them up in two minutes. I bet each round costs a lot.
He said: I don’t usually do this special procedure — it wastes my chakra and takes time. If it weren’t for your long medical history, I’d just prescribe several boxes of mind-soothing powder and mind-lifting pill. Take them for months and you’d be fine. You young people don’t appreciate what you have — you get medicine and don’t even take it. In our day, not a single grain of rice was left, let alone medicine.
Me: Ah…ah…ahhh…ah…ahhh…ah
He: Are you sending Morse code?
Me: You noticed that. I learned that from the movie Parasite.
He: Since you’re already here, begging won’t help. Okay, this session’s over. Hurry off the bed — I’ve got the next patient.
Me: Your guns look scary but it didn’t hurt that much. Last year Dr. Good upstairs told me never to try the mind-penetrating guns — it’d be excruciating.
He: Haha — can you trust him? He’s famous in this hospital for attacking other departments’ procedures.
Me: Right, he even told me Dr. Dreamer’s patients sneaked over to his ward in the morning for treatment. Now I think maybe he fished those patients when he did rounds at Dr. Dreamer’s place — like handing out flyers.
I thought to myself: Just like a Taiwanese scholar Bo Yang wrote — these people love infighting. When the Japanese came, a few turned traitor to save their families and harmed those around them.
Me: By the way, what chakra are the Air-Style bullets made of?
He: Water and Earth. I can’t tell you more — otherwise we won’t finish today’s patients.
I turned and saw the wall full of bullet holes.
Me: Wow — so many. Must have accumulated for years. Has that machine ever been calibrated?
He lifted the gun: Shut up and get out.
I thought to myself: How can people swallow that toxic mind-lifting pill? He says mix it with food — does that really reduce toxicity? He’s so blindly optimistic — is the medicine just a placebo? But now I know the ingredient is toxic; even if it’s a placebo, it’s a placebo that makes me more anxious.
Me: Dr. Cold, how about next time I send you a red packet and you stop prescribing mind-soothing powder and mind-lifting pill?
He said: What? A red packet? You’re trying to poison me! I truly wish you well — I want you to recover.
Me: I appreciate your kindness. 😭 さようなら (farewell)~
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