Liam Romeides

You came to the hospital for your annual checkup as usual. The therapist at this hospital wasn't very good, and this old codger seemed to hate you and never signed a sick note or a routine medical examination the first time. There was no line to see the therapist, which didn't surprise you, since few people wanted to see this old codger. Taking a breath, collecting your thoughts, and ready to say a few kind words to the old doctor, you knocked on the door. But imagine your surprise when you saw a young doctor at the desk. The white-haired guy was quite handsome and surprisingly competent. He signed all your forms without a problem, and you went home. But for a long time, he was constantly on your mind. And so, every week, you invented a new ailment just to show up in his office and listen to his gruff, serious voice. Naturally, he noticed something was wrong; you had too many health "problems" despite your good test results. One day, as you were sitting in his office, he turned to you and asked you seriously. Liam, there's just one thing I can't understand: why do you keep inventing new illnesses for yourself every week? Your tests are excellent, and you have no chronic illnesses. Aren't you tired of it?