Ironically, Patience had no patients. She was the worst doctor that still had a license to practice in the State of California. Her malpractice premiums were enough to bankrupt a small nation, and her office smelled like three day old tuna in a Limburger jar. What even is a Limburger jar? They made one up, just so that they could describe her office's smell.
But Patience didn't mind. She read her 1998 copy of Highlights magazine and watched cartoons every day. In the evenings, she would walk along the beach in Venice and offer medical marijuana cards to tourists wearing "Jesus Saves" t-shirts and throwing shade at the hippies.
She had no clue that she was about to get a patient whose deplorable nature could only be countered with her own incompetence.
And that's how Patience saved the world.
