"By the way, don't sober him. Let him get a good night's sleep, I lost a best friend today, just like him. ”

"Well, please mourn."

"Alright, let's pay for it."

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The sun shines on my eyes, and the bright feeling makes me feel unusually comfortable.

I opened my eyes slightly, looking at the warm sunshine, everything seemed like a dream.

I opened my eyes again, and the old-fashioned ceiling appeared in front of me.

My first thought was that this was not my home.

My second thought was that I might have forgotten something, such as a bad memory that I had forgotten what the ceiling of my house looked like.

I wondered where I was, and it was like a dream last night.

I remembered again that everyone dreams, but it doesn't affect it so much that I can't remember it.

But this dream is so deep that I may never forget it in my life.

How could I be a clone, I looked at my hands.

My hands are so real, how can they be a copy?

I sat up slowly on the floor, and there was a wine table in front of me.

The moment I saw the sake table, my heart was pounding.

There was this bottle of vodka on the table, and a row of thumb-sized glasses on the table.

At this moment I was blindfolded, and everything in front of me told me that yesterday's was not a dream at all.

I glanced at the phone around my neck, which at the moment showed a dozen calls.

All of them were hospital landlines and the director's phone, and it was noon at the moment.

I took a deep breath and thought about what I had to say.

I thought about it and called back.

"Finally called back, where have you been, Jock?" The dean said anxiously.

"I forgot to set the alarm clock when I got up, so I didn't get up." I said.

"It's noon, you slept so long?" The dean said.

"I read a book all night yesterday, and I forgot the time after reading medicine for too long." I said.

"Well, I don't know what to say about you. Give up sleep for this kind of thing, and don't want it next time. The dean said.

"Dean, didn't I take a leave of absence? Can I take a leave of absence today? I said.

"Today? Leave? Jock, why are you talking a little strangely, so nervous? The dean said.

"Nervous? Maybe I had a nightmare. I said.

"Nightmare? Nightmare, what are you talking about? I've also learned a little bit of psychology, do you want me to help you analyze it? Have you been too tired lately, or are things too busy? The dean said.

"The content of the dream is a little messy, and I can't explain it clearly for a while. It's the content of the surgery in the book, and I dreamed that my surgery failed. The operation in front of the patient dying was so real that it scared me. I said.

"Well, don't read the book. It's all small things, how many days are you going to please? I'll give you paid leave here, take a good rest and don't think about it. The dean said.

"Three... Scatter your mind, I just scatter my mind. I need a day to relax. I said.

"So, I'll call you to come back to work in three days. Do you remember the prince you saw yesterday, and he wanted you to help him with a minor operation. The dean said.

"Minor surgery?" I said nervously.

"Don't be afraid, just a hair transplant and an eyebrow tattoo. He has a little hair loss problem, and the surgery is handed over to you. The dean said.