Crazy Psychologist

"Speaking of that Zhao Min, it's really scary. Doctor Mu seems to have mentioned this name before. I told several friends about this. Everyone thought I was talking about the plot of a Korean horror movie. What is Dr. Mu? How could you guess in advance that the fake Zhao Ping’s real name is Zhao Min?”

Liu Tiantian still has lingering fears when he thinks about this.

"What's wrong with Dr. Mu? Weren't you reading a blind date website a few days ago? Why are you addicted to novels now?"

"He has always been obsessed with novels."

Chu Sisi left after replying to Liu Tiantian.

"Dr. Mu, Dr. Shen has invited Dr. Mu from the Department of Psychosomatics. If he is free, please come to the Surgery Clinic No. 1 now. There is a patient who needs consultation."

Mu Chun poked out half of his face to look at Liu Tiantian. Liu Tiantian pretended to be warm and said again, "Dr. Mu, I have invited Dr. Shen from the Department of Surgery. I asked Dr. Mu from the Department of Psychosomatics to come to the Department of Surgery now if he is free." There is a patient in clinic No. 1 who needs consultation."

"Let me finish this chapter. I'm so nervous, so nervous."

"Doctor Mu."

Liu Tiantian took the book out of Muchun's hand, and Muchun almost fell back from his chair in fright.

"No, no, this chair needs to be replaced with a new one. Doctor Chu, where is Doctor Chu?"

"Dr. Chu went to the far north to watch Xiao Lin rehearse. Dr. Mu, I think you should be more serious. Pan Jing, who asked me to bring you up last time, is now in the surgery. You'd better think of a way not to be like last time. Same thing, all the surgical patients were blocked outside the door. In the end, the patients got angry at our nurses at the nurse desk. What on earth did they mean? After registering and waiting in line for an hour, why were the doctors arguing all the time inside? This is a community hospital. There are many elderly people, and I don’t have time to explain to them one by one. If you don’t take good care of the patients in the psychosomatic department, I won’t send you any patients in the future.”

After hearing the last sentence, Muchun immediately changed his attitude, "Okay, I'll prepare and go right away."

"What are you getting ready for? Are you still going to wear a suit and tie?"

"No, no, you go out first and wait for me at the door."

Muchun impatiently pushed Liu Tiantian out of the door. He was rustling in the room and was busy doing something unknown. When he came out, his right hand was still in the pocket of his white coat, mysteriously like a thief.

When Pan Jing saw Muchun coming in, his previously angry face finally softened. Pan Jing looked younger today than the last time he came. Perhaps because of the two ponytails, he looked a bit like a little girl. déjà vu.

"What do you need me to do?"

"I've looked for those photos you want, but I can't find any of them. In fact, I remember that I took a few photos, but my phone may have cleared the memory, so I can't find any of them."

Shen Zifeng couldn't understand what Pan Jing and Muchun were talking about. Muchun smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay. It's best to have it. It doesn't matter if you don't have it."

Pan Jing nodded, and Gu Yiping sat quietly in the wheelchair, neither talking nor arguing. When he saw Pan Jing losing his temper, he just turned his head slightly to the other side, neither trying to stop nor supporting him.

"Look, it's this foot. The bruises on the ankle cannot be caused by the previous injury. There are also ulcers and inflammation. It's very strange." Shen Zifeng lowered his voice and whispered in Muchun's ear.

There was one sentence he hadn't said yet. Shen Zifeng didn't know how clinical knowledge was learned in the Department of Psychosomatics. From the two previous exchanges with Mu Chun, he felt that Mu Chun's knowledge system was very strange.

Shen Zifeng originally wanted to ask, "I always feel that I am not recovering, but that new injuries are constantly appearing."

Muchun squatted next to Gu Yiping's wheelchair, but did not check the wound, but stared at Gu Yiping's face for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Yiping was a little embarrassed by the sight, and his eyes that were originally looking out the window turned to Mu Chun.

Their eyes met, Muchun looked at it for a while, and then took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket.

"Can you help me draw these pictures?"

Gu Yiping looked at the paper that Muchun handed him. On the paper was a five-pointed star, a three-dimensional square, and a heart.

"What does this mean? Does it have anything to do with medical treatment?"

"Well, actually it's not true. She is an Internet celebrity girl that I have liked recently. She said she wanted to make a bet with me. We exaggerated and said that she was a very popular doctor in the hospital. She was handsome, had a good temper, and had outstanding medical skills. Tuo's relationship with patients is even more harmonious.

The girl didn't believe me and said she wanted to do an experiment. She just did some very stupid things, such as asking patients outside my department to draw a children's picture for me. These patterns were all chosen by the girl. I said it was too childish. Well, if you want to paint, you should also imitate some masters, such as Picasso, Michelangelo, or Miró. "

Muchun's face actually turned red as he spoke, "But the girl said that only this kind of children's painting counts."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Gu Yiping took the paper, put it on his lap and started drawing.

After drawing a few strokes, Gu Yiping stopped. Shen Zifeng stood tall and saw Gu Yiping's pen raised from a distance. He looked towards Mu Chun, trying to see some clues on Mu Chun's face, but he only found out. I saw Mu Chun lift up his white coat and take out a book from the back of his waist.

"Look, I forgot about it. I brought this book down just to give you some cushion. This is for you."

Muchun handed the novel he was reading to Gu Yiping, and Gu Yiping happily took it. When he saw the cover, he laughed happily, "Isn't this a book written by that big guy? "Urban Paladin Strange Stories" I started to read his novels when I was still in high school. The book was written to more than one million words and cost me a lot of pocket money. At that time, I was still following his novels on the Internet. Has it been published now? "

"This book was published five years ago. I recently read his new book and bought the physical book published at that time to read. This guy is a really good scholar and always comes up with questions, but I quite like it. "

Gu Yiping raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Hey, Holy Light."

Muchun also recited, "Please guide me with the Holy Light."

After placing the book on the mat, Gu Yiping finished the painting in less than five seconds.

"Great." Muchun put the paper into his pocket so fast that Shen Zifeng seriously suspected that his eyes were too small and he couldn't see things fast enough.

"Ah, this wound must be very painful."

Muchun knelt down and finally began to examine Gu Yiping's wounds.

The gauze had been untied, and there was obvious congestion at the wound. The congestion area was as big as a fist. Mu Chun gently touched the edge of Gu Yiping's wound with a pen. There was no bleeding or suppuration, and the skin looked thinner than normal. With a gentle press of a pencil, the black bruised area turned into a deep red.