PAIN CODE 7000000
It is early summer 2009 in
It is morning of
When I step down into the subway platform, my eyes suddenly widen and wake up my morning confused brain.
It is an advisement on the wall. A young guy who hang in a stethoscope and run by the barefoot. “ROYAL PAINS”
Royal painS? What’s the means? Is it of Royal family pain? Is it an Empire pain? Is it even to God’s pain?
It is so fuzzy and dizzy in the brain, fizzy and knocked on the crowd rush time train. There are a lot of people, man or female, young or older, beautiful or strange, add or couple, standing or leap sitting, squinting take a nap and nod off to light sleep. The nose of a gentleman is leaping down to knock the almost nude breast of a NYU-student-like girl and getting a nudge.
I lost my way. I suddenly find I miss the stop myself. It is next stop and one way entrance only. I hurry up and step up out of subway. The cell phone is ringing while I'm walking on the half way of the steps.
“Doctor Bai. Do you forget the special early appointment? ”
“She is waiting.”
“She is real pain.”
Real pain? A virtual phenomenon or deceptive appearance? Frankness or deceive him/her self? Who knows whether she is sincere or not? Is it of body pain, soul pain, or mixed pain? Is it of physiological pain, psychological pain, or pathological pain? Good pain, bad pain, or soso pain.?
She? Who? Royal? My Godness!
There are a numerous people face chaotically and disorderly come thick and fast.
Who pains?
How pains?
What pains?
Pain code? The pain code belongs to MWM, modern western medicine or belongs to TCM, traditional Chinese medicine? Or other NFM, nutural folk medicine?
Pain code? The pain code belongs to The Yellow Emperor? The pain code belongs to The Darwin? The pain code belongs to The Juses?
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