Love demon

SAN Bonaventure Hospital is a well-known hospital in SAN Jose, California.

Sean Murphy has been a surgeon at the hospital for a week.

Technically, he's still in his internship.

Sean is a special doctor because he is also autistic and happens to be in the 10% of autism known as Savant syndrome. This makes his strengths stand out as much as his weaknesses - he is a genius. A really high-powered genius, someone who can build a model of an organ in the brain just by looking at a patient.

However, like all autistic people, he also has social difficulties and cannot communicate normally like ordinary people.

But Dr. Murphy felt that he had adapted well, and although his boss, Dr. Melendez, was now only willing to assign him some of the most basic daily tasks, he completed them very seriously.

One of the tasks involved examining a girl in a vegetative state every day.

Sean knew that the doctors and nurses at the hospital were calling the girl "Sleeping Beauty."

She had blonde hair, rosy lips and white skin, just like Princess Aurora in the Sleeping Beauty fairy tale. But she slept and never opened her eyes, so no one knew if her eyes were the deep blue of Sleeping Beauty.

Except for Sean.

Her eyes, Sean knew, were not deep blue, but green as emeralds.

Sean's genius brain is like a sophisticated computer, and he has almost no photographic memory. So he would remember that the Sleeping Beauty Princess had arrived at St. Bonaventure on the same day as him, only he was the doctor and she was the patient.

On his first day at the hospital, Sean saved a little boy at the airport whose jugular vein had been severed in an accident. When he followed the ambulance to take the little boy to the hospital, another ambulance was also driving her to St. Bonaventure Hospital.

It was a rainy day.

The rain that day smelled like thick, sweet maple syrup.

It takes 23 minutes from the airport to the hospital.

They arrived at the same time, and as the paramedics wheeled her past him, he turned just in time to see her open her eyes.

Their eyes met in midair through a heavy curtain of rain.

Just a bland, meaningless look.

If not encountered again, the look would soon be erased from Sean's computer brain.

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It's 9:30 a.m. and it's not raining. Instead, the sky was blue and the sun was shining.

The girl who entered the hospital with him that day never opened her eyes again.

Sean walked into her hospital room alone. The young girl lay quietly on the hospital bed, her blond hair behind her head, her eyes slightly closed, as if she were asleep.

Warm sunlight streamed through the window. Sean almost felt as if she had slept contentedly.

As she had for the past week, Sean opened her medical record and looked at her body's indicators.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

In fact, when she was admitted, she was taken to surgery instead of neurology because, according to the emergency services, she suddenly appeared in a building that was being demolished, and workers didn't notice her first time, causing her to be buried by a collapsing wall and badly injured.

She was covered in blood when the ambulance brought her to the hospital, but when the doctors wiped away the blood to determine the damage, they found no wounds on her body. Except for the suspicious blood that was almost soaked through the clothes, there was no damage.

If the patient had not remained unconscious, the doctor would probably have announced on the spot that this was a perfectly healthy person - even a person with much stronger physical functions than the average person.

The first day she was admitted to the hospital, the doctor did all the tests, everything was normal, even Dean Glassman could not find the reason why she was unconscious.

She also did not have any identification on her, so the hospital was unable to contact her family.

Sean couldn't understand why he was afraid to look at this patient. Although he was sure that she was not conscious or sentient in her present organism, much less capable of any higher human mental activity, he could not keep his eyes on her for long, especially on her face, as if she would open her eyes the next moment and catch him.

Even though he didn't really do anything, just complete his daily routine.

Soon, however, such inspections will no longer be necessary.

Sean found out from Dr. Melendez this morning that the hospital has decided to transfer her to another public hospital tomorrow.

Dr. Melendez is their chief of surgery.

"They can't just send away a patient who hasn't recovered."

Sean had just come out of the hospital room when he heard someone say this. He recognized Jared, a fellow intern. Carew's voice.

"Dean Glassman has already applied for medical help for her, and there's nothing more we can do. It doesn't matter what hospital she's in." Claire answered. Brown. She is also a surgical intern.

Sean hugged the medical record in his hand. He agreed with Dr. Brown that there was nothing more they could do to help the patient in his current condition, at any hospital. If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't find her family, they would have recommended discharge.

"If it's the same in any hospital, why not here?" Jared continued to argue.

Jared knew why, of course, but he thought it was too utilitarian to send a patient away just for financial reasons.

Claire gave him a look. "I hope you're not reacting because our patient is beautiful."

It was clear that Dr. Jared Carew felt the remark called into question his professionalism as a doctor, and the two began a new round of argument.

Shawn held the history of the disease and stared past the two people.

Jared caught him just in time.

"Dr. Murphy, our Sleeping Beauty is now your patient. Should she be transferred?"

Sean's body shook gently. He does that sometimes. Most of the time, to be exact. Because any conversation with other people will make him feel uncomfortable and confused. He struggled with this discomfort all the time, trying not to seem so weird.

Sean looked away and replied flatly, "I don't believe the transfer will have any impact on her health."

Jared and Claire were not surprised by the answer. Although we have only been together for a week, everyone already has a certain understanding of their new colleague.

There was still room for the conversation to continue, and Jared was about to say something when a nurse came running from a distance and stopped right in front of them.

"Dr. Murphy," the nurse said, looking at Sean, "Patient 404 is awake!"

Sean took a second.

Jared and Claire also widened their eyes in surprise.

The patient of 404 is the focus of their topic just now, the "sleeping beauty".

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Sean walked into 404 with Jared and Claire, and then even Dr. Melendez showed up.

Sean was at the back of the pack, and, perhaps without even realizing it, 404 had been placed at the back of all the wards he visited every day.

The moment he approached the door, he saw that she was indeed awake, and was sitting quietly on her pillow.

Dr. Melendez walked over and looked at the data on the machine next to him.

"It looks good," Dr. Melendez said in an unintentionally soft voice. "Maybe we can do another brain CT later to be sure."

Sean noticed that her green eyes blinked and looked around with blank curiosity.

Sean was sure that the girl didn't know where it was, but there was no flustered expression on her face. Only his eyes followed Dr. Melendez's movements as he examined the instruments.

"Congratulations on waking up," Jared laughed heartily. "What's your name? Can we help you contact your family?"

Her eyes were drawn to Jared's voice, her clear eyes looking at him quietly, but still not speaking.

Jared and Melendez looked at each other, then Dr. Melendez asked, "What's the last thing you remember?"

The girl blinked and looked back at Melendez as he spoke.

Just when we thought that the girl in front of us would not answer, and even began to doubt whether she could talk, the girl spoke.

"Excuse me," her bland eyes quietly swept over the people in front of her, "is this the earth?"

Excuse me, is this earth?

Faced with the first question from the "patient," the surgeons at St. Bonaventure Hospital were briefly silent.

"Well," Dr. Melendez laughed, "I think so. This is earth."

The girl's expression did not change because of this answer, and she nodded gently, her golden hair almost slightly dazzling in the sunlight, like some kind of divine aura.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Dr. Melendez quickly returned to his professional demeanor.

This time their "patient" was cooperative.

"I was brought here from my sleeping place." 'she replied.

"A sleeping place?" Jared was the first to ask, "Do you mean you've been unconscious? Do you remember the last place you slept?"

The girl looked at him, as if she suddenly did not know how to answer so many questions.

"I wake up sometimes for a while, but most of the time I sleep. I don't know where I last slept."

At last she gave all the answers methodically.