Crazy Psychologist

These unappetizing biscuits were spread quietly on the disc.

Mu Chun conjured a table knife out of nowhere and shook it at Shen Zifeng a few times. Shen Zifeng nodded and watched as Mu Chun put the knife on the disk and cut a line from top to bottom in the middle. Mu Chun cleared the biscuits on the right side of the line one by one, revealing half of the white plate.

"What does it mean?"

"This is what would happen if a person with neglect were eating the food on this plate right now."

Muchun pushed the plate between the two of them.

Shen Zifeng asked again, "What if the plate is turned upside down?"

Saying this, he turned the plate upside down.

Muchun picked up the knife again, drew a line from top to bottom in the middle of the remaining half of the biscuits, and removed the right half of the biscuits. "

Shen Zi stood up straight, and asked condescendingly but lamentingly, "Does it mean that it will never be finished, if it can be divided into infinite equal portions?"

Muchun nodded, put down the knife, and picked up the coffee again.

It was almost the afternoon working time, and the two doctors in the mind-body clinic were each holding coffee and thinking about their own things.

"If this is really the problem, then Gu Yiping should have had a history of brain injury before."

Muchun opened his eyes that he had just wanted to close, and snapped his fingers in mid-air, as excited as a child.

"Yes, please ask Dr. Shen Zifeng to check this patient's medical records. If there is a history of brain injury, you can roughly guess whether there is a possibility of [hemispatial neglect]. Of course, further confirmation The patient still needs to come to the hospital for examination.”

Shen Zifeng had already memorized everything Mu Chun had just said about [hemispatial neglect], especially the last example of wafer biscuits. Shen Zifeng squinted at the uneven floor of the fifth floor corridor. .

It will be difficult to forget this example in this life.

This guy Muchun is really a weirdo.

Pan Jing took Gu Yiping to the surgery for dressing change on Friday. Before that, Shen Zifeng started studying Gu Yiping's treatment records after leaving Muchun. The records showed that five years ago, Gu Yiping was indeed He suffered a traumatic brain injury, and that injury was treated at Zhinan Affiliated Hospital.

"Brain surgery affiliated with Zhinan?"

Fang Ming thought for a while and found that the brain surgery department at Zhinan Affiliated Hospital was not very famous. The most famous one was Zhang Wenwen. Zhang Wenwen studied abroad at Harvard Medical School. Although he worked seriously in the brain surgery department at Zhinan Affiliated Hospital, Zhang Wenwen He is lazy by nature and doesn't like to abide by the strict rules of the hospital. He is obviously very talented, but due to his personality, he has never been able to improve the reputation of Zhinan Hospital's brain surgery department, and he doesn't have many patients.

"Because the records at that time were incomplete, but the attending doctor was indeed Zhang Wenwen." Shen Zifeng felt that it didn't matter much who the attending doctor was, as long as the patient still had the medical records at that time. If not, it would be OK at most. I just went to Zhinan Hospital to look for imaging data from that time.

"Why are you talking about this?"

Fang Ming asked thoughtfully.

"Isn't it because of that complaint? Didn't Pan Jing go to the fifth floor after leaving the surgery last time?"

"Fifth floor?"

"Yes, it's Dr. Muchun's place."

Fang Ming complained, "How come everything in the hospital recently is related to this Department of Psychosomatics?"

"Who knows, maybe he is too busy, or the director thinks that the hospital does not have a complaint department, and the mental and physical department may be able to take care of this work. Anyway, no one else can listen to the complaints of a patient's family, right? , this kind of complaint, what exactly is it trying to fight for?"

Fang Ming didn't speak, and his stern features showed no trace of worry.

Teacher Fang is so calm. Compared with that Muchun, Teacher Fang is simply the best image of a doctor, and that Muchun is simply the doctor who is the least like a doctor.

Thinking of this, Shen Zifeng laughed, and Fang Ming glanced at him without saying a word.

Shen Zifeng remembered that when he was a trainee doctor at the Medical Center of Zhinan University when he just graduated from university, there was an old lady in her 70s with reading glasses who looked up at Shen Zifeng for a long time, then turned around and used her belt. Speaking with an accent from Zhejiang, he said to his daughter next to him, "This doctor is not good. His eyes are too small. It is impossible to see the condition clearly."

As he spoke, he used a cane and dragged his sick leg tremblingly to line up outside the clinic again.

Shen Zifeng couldn't laugh or cry. It turns out that even a doctor with small eyes would be looked down upon.

Later, although such troubles did not reappear, Shen Zifeng still felt that people actually evaluated a doctor with prejudice or subjective judgment.

Fang Ming, a doctor with a tall and straight posture and handsome features, naturally makes it easier for people to associate him with stability, professionalism, and reliability.

When a patient seeks medical treatment, the degree of trust he or she has in the doctor often directly affects the effectiveness of the treatment method used by the doctor on the patient.

Although this point is very mysterious and it is difficult to explain a lot of scientific truth, it is everywhere in reality.

Although there were medical records in front of him, Gu Yiping didn't have much memory of his injury five years ago.

"I didn't know him at that time. No, I should say I just met him not long ago."

Pan Jing spoke up for Gu Yiping.

Gu Yiping actually looks very good, with a slender figure and beautiful facial features. His skin is slightly darker, and he doesn't seem to be in particularly good mental condition.

Shen Zifeng made an internal call to the nurse desk in the lobby and asked the nurse to see if Dr. Muchun from the Department of Psychosomatics was available now.

Generally speaking, this is an invitation for a consultation.

Community hospitals are not so strict on the consultation process. If you still remember it after the end, you can just make up a copy of the consultation materials.

Liu Tiantian walked to the fifth floor in high spirits, smiled and made a victorious face as he poked his head towards the outpatient room.

"What's wrong? Come up at this time? Isn't it time for you to get off work?"

Seeing that Chu Sisi had changed into her own clothes instead of a white coat, Liu Tiantian said with envy, "Dr. Chu is the happiest. He can come whenever he wants and go back whenever he wants."

"No, I'm going to visit a former patient."

"Previous patient? Who is it?"

"Lin Xiaogang, the ballet company in the Far North has an open rehearsal today, and he invited me to watch the performance."

"The ballet company rehearsing in the Far North? So we can still see that Zhao Min?"

Chu Sisi nodded and glanced at Mu Chun out of the corner of her eye. Muchun's face was hidden behind a book called "Historical Records of Urban Paladins" and she shouted from time to time, "Please guide me with the Holy Light."