I'm dying

Dr. Chen slept in for a long time today. He has not had a vacation for nearly a month, so he is not used to seeing the big sun outside the window when he wakes up.

After waking up, he leisurely cooked a hearty breakfast and ate it up with a cup of coffee.After eating, he took off the sheets and quilt covers and threw them into the washing machine, let them tumble in it, and then lay on the deck chair on the balcony by himself, basking in the sun and flipping through the book in his hand.

The book he is reading is called Alien is on the back of the moon, which is quite interesting.

After reading for a while, the laundry in the washing machine was done. Dr. Chen got up to dry them on the balcony and went back to the bedroom.

The mobile phone on the bed is very quiet, there are no missed calls or unread text messages, not even a single spam message that always bombards me.

As a doctor, even if it is a day off, the mobile phone needs to be kept unblocked for 24 hours. Once a patient has a problem, he has to go back immediately.The phone is so quiet today, it seems that the patients he treats are all in stable condition.

Thinking of the patient, Dr. Chen went to the desk, opened the drawer, and there was a bag full of small red flowers inside.He picked out one flower from the inside and prepared to bring it to the disobedient little patient at the hospital tomorrow.

He stretched and yawned, feeling a little sleepy.Put the little red flower on the table, take off your shoes and lie down on the bed, ready to take a nap.

Just as he closed his eyes, he suddenly felt an inexplicable panic. He opened his eyes again, and reached for the mobile phone next to him. The screen was still blank, and there were no missed calls.

He put the phone back, touched his chest, and thought to himself that he couldn't stay up all night anymore, and he had to take a color ultrasound of his heart when he went to the hospital tomorrow to see if it was sinus arrhythmia.

Not long after he closed his eyes again, he fell asleep. In his dream, he dreamed of the little patient who was always disobedient. The little patient was smiling at him with his bare head, showing all his big white teeth in a smile. up.

He walked up to the little patient and asked him why you are here.

The little patient just smiled and didn't speak.

He touched the little patient's head and said that you look much more energetic.

The little patient spoke up and said, I'm leaving.

He asked the little patient, where are you going?

The little patient didn't speak, but waved at him.

He also waved to the little patient.

The little patient grinned at him, turned and ran away.

When the little patient was gone, he fell into sleep again and fell into a deep sleep.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly I had a brain hole, so I wrote it in one breath. I guess the writing is not very good