Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Caitlin lay quietly on the cold and hard bed. The air around her seemed to have frozen into ice, and the chill continued to erode her body and mind. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, like a pool of stagnant water, staring blankly at the ceiling. She seemed to have lost her soul and was lifeless. Her originally beautiful face was now haggard, full of boredom and despair. Every wrinkle and every trace of fatigue seemed to be silently telling the endless pain and helplessness in her heart, which made people feel pity.

At this moment, a doctor in a plain Taoist robe walked slowly to Caitlin who was lying on the bed with steady and slightly heavy steps. His steps seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, and every step seemed so difficult. His expression was solemn, his brows were furrowed, and his deep wrinkles seemed to hide countless worries and helplessness. There was a trace of helplessness and regret in his eyes, and his eyes were like a deep pool of water, making it difficult to understand the deep meaning. He slowly said: "We have conducted a full range of attempts and in-depth research on your symptoms. We have consulted countless medical books and consulted many medical predecessors, and almost exhausted all possible methods. We have been discussing your condition day and night, trying various treatment options, from traditional herbal remedies to modern medical technology, without leaving out any. But unfortunately, we have not found any effective solution, and now we are helpless. I am afraid that you have to face the reality and spend quite a long time in this disabled state."

When Caitlin heard this, her body began to tremble violently involuntarily. The anger in her heart was like a volcano about to erupt, surging out instantly. Her eyes were wide open, as if her eyeballs were about to pop out of her eye sockets. She hysterically scolded these people loudly, her voice full of despair and anger: "You bunch of incompetent people! Useless trash! You are not worthy of being doctors at all! Your so-called professional knowledge and skills are a joke to me! You wasted my precious time and hope, but brought me endless pain and despair!" Her voice echoed in the ward, with deep resentment, as if to engulf the entire ward in this angry flame.

The doctor looked indifferent, as if he had long been accustomed to Caitlin's abuse, without any emotional fluctuations. His face seemed to be wearing an invisible mask, making it impossible to see his true thoughts. He turned his head calmly, pointed at the strong man beside him, and said in a flat tone: "This strong man is an apprentice in our clinic. Although he has little medical experience, he has a kind and responsible heart. From now on, he will be responsible for taking care of your daily life. I hope you can give him a chance, and give yourself a chance."

After hearing this, Caitlin became even more furious, and she continued to curse without any politeness: "Get this guy out of here! I don't need him to take care of me! I don't need it! I would rather be alone than see this nasty guy! He looks clumsy, there's no way he can take care of me! I don't need an apprentice who knows nothing to take care of me, this is simply an insult to me!" Her eyes were full of disgust and resistance, as if the strong man was the person she hated most in her life.

Facing Caitlin's insults, the sturdy man's face instantly darkened, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. His face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead popped out like angry little snakes. Without saying a word, he clenched his fist like a hammer, swung it violently, and hit Caitlin's face heavily. With a muffled sound, Caitlin's eyes went black and she lost consciousness. The whole ward instantly fell into a dead silence, as if time had stopped at this moment.

It was unknown how long it took before Caitlin slowly woke up. Her head was buzzing and her face was in great pain. The anger in her heart had not diminished at all because of her coma. As soon as she woke up, she began to curse the strong man desperately: "You bastard! How dare you hit me! I will never let you go! I will make you pay a heavy price for your actions! Just wait and see, I will make you regret it!" Her voice was hoarse and full of anger, as if she wanted to eat the strong man alive.

However, the sturdy man seemed to have heard nothing, as if Caitlin's curses were like wind in his ears and had no effect on him. There was still no expression on his face, like a cold statue. He held a bowl of steaming soup noodles expressionlessly and walked steadily to Caitlin's eyes. The soup noodles exuded an alluring aroma, steaming hot, filling the entire ward, making people salivate.

Caitlin initially firmly rejected the strong man's kindness and turned her head to the other side to show her dissatisfaction and resistance. She said fiercely: "Even if I starve to death, I will not eat the food you send me! Your food must be poisonous, or you want to torture me on purpose! I will not be fooled by you!"

However, her stomach made a gurgling sound at this time, which was particularly loud in the quiet ward, as if protesting against the owner's stubbornness. This sound made Caitlin feel extremely embarrassed, and her face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple.

In the end, the hunger that followed her like a shadow finally overcame Caitlin's stubbornness. She looked gloomy and sighed helplessly. The reluctance in her heart was like a haze hanging over her. With the support and assistance of the strong man, she began to eat reluctantly, and swallowed a full bowl of soup noodles one mouthful after another with difficulty.

The steaming soup noodles exuded an alluring aroma, slowly sliding down her throat, like a warm stream, gradually filling her empty stomach. Every bite of soup noodles contained a rich and mellow taste, not only warming her body, but also like the warm sun in winter, trying to melt her heart that had long been frozen by the cold.

The satisfaction brought by the food gradually spread throughout her body like ripples. Her emotions also calmed down a little, no longer erupting like a volcano of excitement and anger. However, there was still a trace of unwillingness in her eyes that was hard to erase, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, although weak, it always existed.

She sat there quietly, silently recalling the various experiences she had gone through, her heart seemed to be swallowed by endless darkness, filled with unspeakable helplessness and deep sorrow. Those painful memories, like sharp blades, pierced her heart again and again, and made her fall into endless pain and contemplation.