"When you said you were a doctor? Did something happen? ”

"Ah, it was a few years ago, a car accident."

"Car accident?"

"The driver may have taken some kind of drug, some kind of drug that acts on the nervous system, maybe some receptor blocker."

"Psychopath?"

"Haha," Belus laughed, as if he had heard some joke he had never heard before, "what is mental illness?" He added.

"But you said that the driver may be taking some kind of medicine that acts on the nervous system, some kind of blocker, then what is not a mental patient?"

"Representative Foley, the mentally ill in this country may not be on medication, and a lot of people who take neurological drugs are not necessarily mentally ill, at least not exactly what is recorded in the handbook of mental disorders, but they are all fucking around you, and they are not usually recognized at all."

"I'm a little confused, Belus, are you saying that the driver who caused the accident wasn't a mental patient?"

Representative Foley wonders.

"He didn't see the red light on the other side at all."

"What the hell."

"It's nothing, it's just that I can't go to the operating table anymore, no hospital dares to hire me, and unless I'm willing to change to administrative affairs, there is no place for me in the hospital."

"So you're now..."

Representative Foley felt a pang of heartache, his eyes blinking unconsciously, as if tears were about to well-up after a long time, none of which had happened to him when he heard José talk about his condition, and when Berus said that he could no longer be a doctor, Foley felt so much sympathy for him that he couldn't hold back his tears.

"Okay, don't be like a woman."

"I didn't, I just thought..."

"When I saw that guy, I couldn't stop laughing."

"He looked dazed, as if he didn't know what was going on, of course he knew that he had hit a pedestrian and might have killed him, but he was expressionless, as if what had just happened would not frighten him, he was standing there like a rubber doll, moving slowly like an eighty-year-old man, God knows, how did I do such a thing."

"So you think he's taking drugs." Representative Foley says.

"Drugs, that's the word, when I was lying on a stretcher, there were noisy voices all around, and the doctor kept asking me questions, do you know your name? How old is this year, do you know where it is? ”

"Yes, the doctor has to tell if you're conscious."

"I think I should ask the driver this question, and he will definitely not be able to answer it."

Berus was a little angry, but still sat on the sofa in his original position. Looking at Belus in front of him, Representative Foley couldn't imagine how serious the crash had been, so serious that he couldn't continue to be a doctor.

"My hands, fingers and wrists are broken."

"I don't see any difference between them."

"The nerve repair and training lasted two years, and those days were almost all about training them, and then they were still rejected."

Representative Foley begins to understand what Berus is talking about, and the hospital is reluctant to work with a surgeon who has a serious hand injury.

"Fine motor skills, which they think are difficult for both hands to do in surgery."

"Belus, you turned out to be..."

"Okay, don't talk about it, it's not bad not to be a doctor, isn't it? You see, I'm not doing well. ”

Belus smiled and said, "Do you want to come again?" ”

Representative Foley laughs and refuses. Everyone has their own pain, no one can escape, originally thought that their life was no longer able to deal with it, but Leonard's death and the misfortune that happened to Belus, compared to them, Foley felt that he was still able to move freely, and there was still a lot of time to arrange his own affairs, there was no need to indulge in the pain and worry of the whole day, just like his mother in those years, staying at home, almost cutting off contact with all friends, and as a result, his mood became worse and worse, and he did not help his condition at all.

The comfort of seeing others more miserable than his own was invaluable, and although it was not clear to him at the time why he felt happy and relieved from their grief, perhaps it made him realize that he was not alone, and that he was not the only one unfortunate.

"But it doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't make sense."

"The United States has long used robots to perform some surgical procedures in place of doctors, including appendectomy, as well as bone fractures, and even liver tumors."

After saying this, Representative Foley found that Berus was staring at him with a serious face, "What's wrong?" He asked.

"They'd rather trust a machine than a doctor."

"Can't human nerves be restored to the level of robots?"

"Human nerves and machines are two different things, although scientists are trying to make them one and the same."

"I can't understand why you can't trust a fully automated machine when you can trust one..."

"Foley, I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I can spit out everything I want to eat."

"Do you understand?"

"Figured it out."

"Why?"

"I don't want to say it."

Representative Foley doesn't pursue any further questions, knowing too much usually makes you more uncomfortable, as is often the case, the more you know, the less good it is, and the more responsibilities and pressures a person has to bear. So it's better not to have anything that only you know - secrets, humans are not born with the habit of keeping secrets. When a secret is known, people begin to look for opportunities to wear the basketball of the secret, and hide it for a year, two years, or even ten years, but they do not wait for the person who handed over the secret.

"How are you, tell me about you, how is Sammel, is my son going to school?"

"Ah, it's all good, how to put it, it's all good."

"But you look stressed, Foley, weren't you like that before, too stressful at work?"

Whenever a person has a secret in his heart, he will become sensitive to some daily inconsequential conversations, as if he is being put in front of the reality TV camera at any time, overwhelmed and busy covering up.

"That's it, there's nothing good or bad."

Representative Foley pretends to be relaxed and takes a sip of wine.

"Why do you think we two men are sitting and drinking red wine opposite each other, this meeting is really funny, isn't it?"

Belus laughed, "There's nothing else to eat at home, Foley, I didn't expect you to actually come." ”

"Why, do I seem so untrustworthy?"

"A little, a little."

Both of them laughed, and Belus was much more relaxed than when he had recalled his car accident, as if it had long since passed; Representative Foley laughs too, and there were times when he wanted to laugh louder, but he felt that if his mouth was opened wider, tears would come out of his eyes, and he couldn't explain whether this tear was happy or another cold snap hidden under the water, and the palm of his left hand was held on his back at some point, so it didn't hurt, and he laughed and thought, I'd better stay as happy as possible.

There was no pain in his back, and Representative felt a sense of relief, and it was great to be able to forget about the damn hospital on a wonderful Sunday afternoon.