A doctor sat inside the room.
Of course, calling it a doctor was a stretch. Like the nurse, it had been twisted into a grotesque pretzel shape. The only difference was the grease-stained white coat draped over it.
Its eyes had been twisted so that one sat high and the other low, and its mouth curled in a spiral, yet its anger was still plain to see.
"Didn't your parents teach you any manners?! Did anyone call your number? Get back outside and wait in line properly!"
To be fair, as bizarre as it was, it had a point—except the people outside were not living people at all, but human-shaped mannequins.
If Zhou You lined up and waited for a number with them... Withering Tide might arrive before his turn did.
So Zhou You did not get angry. Leaning against the doorway, he smiled and said, "That nurse outside arranged an extra appointment for me. Doctor, didn't you receive notice?"
"...An extra appointment?"
The twisted creature clearly had not processed that. Scratching its severely balding scalp, it said in confusion, "I really didn't receive any notice. Besides, I'm handling an emergency right now. What kind of extra appointment did it give you?"
But when it looked up, it saw Zhou You's utterly calm expression.
...He did not seem to be lying?
Thus, it could only point to the chair in front of it and say, "Sit."
After Zhou You sat down, it took out some paper and a pen, then asked, "What seems to be the problem?"
When dealing with a professional like this, he naturally could not bluff his way through like before. Fortunately, Zhou You's grandfather had suffered from chronic gastritis in the past, so after thinking over the symptoms, he said, "Uh, my stomach feels bloated and