Crazy Psychologist

Compared with patients with real obsessive-compulsive disorder, patients with [pseudo-obsessive-compulsive disorder] have a high level of abnormal subjective experiences, such as body sensitivity, feeling that they are sick, and feeling that their skin is festering.

Muchun suggested that Zhang Wenwen go back to North America, or exchange similar cases with professors at Harvard, either by email or phone, or in person if necessary.

"To understand how the disease changes and why it happens, it's not enough to just treat one or two patients. By the time we're treating one patient, more patients may be being misdiagnosed, thought to be overthinking or It’s an eccentric personality.”

Muchun was a little frustrated when he said this, so he lay on the chair again and picked up the phone. Looking at Xiao Xigua's update, the guy laughed again.

Zhang Wenwen has also done a lot of homework these days, and suggested that similar professional training in psychosomatics should be established, so that more doctors in other departments can understand that patients may also be enduring mental torture in addition to physical diseases.

Chu Sisi felt that maybe Chu Xiaofeng would take the lead in proposing this matter and it would be easier for everyone to pay attention to it.

Muchun has the attitude of an outsider who has told you everything and you can figure out the next thing on your own.

On the other side, after returning home, Huang Ke persuaded Liu Xiaoju not to go to Jingyi Affiliation for infusion. The haze was too heavy recently, Jingyi Affiliation was far away, and there were always a lot of people. Every time he saw a cold, he had to queue for an hour or two.

However, Liu Xiaoju said that he hated such nosy doctors the most. He only needed to take care of his own patients and mind the affairs of other departments.

"But it's really inappropriate to have such a quarrel in the hospital."

Huang Ke wanted to say a few more words, but the child started crying beside him. Liu Xiaoju sat on the sofa and hugged the child for a while, then said that he had a cough and it was better not to infect the baby.

In the past two years, Huang Ke already knew what his words meant.

Liu Xiaoju will sleep in the study again tonight.

There are not many books in the study room, but there is a five-foot double bed. Originally, this west-facing room was used for children to study. If the parents come, it can also be used as a bedroom temporarily. However, this room The bed has now become the place where Liu Xiaoju sleeps every day.

Is the husband having an affair? Or is it simply because the child is getting older and his feelings for her have begun to weaken?

Are your tempers getting worse and worse?

On weekends, while Liu Xiaoju went to the company to work overtime, Huang Ke hesitated for an hour, and finally asked his aunt to take the children to the garden of the community to bask in the sun. Although the haze outside was not gone, Huang Ke felt that if he did not do some research today, this day There is really no way out.

Huang Ke started from the study room. Although Liu Xiaoju was not a scholar, the desk was clean. The files were piled on the desk lamp on the left. The computer was on the right side of the desk. There were three small drawers on the lower right side of the desk. The top one had a The lock usually has a small key hanging on the drawer. In the two drawers below are some messy things such as English vocabulary cards, power banks and fitness cards.

I reluctantly found two train tickets, which were the two places Liu Xiaoju had recently traveled to on business. There was no sign of an affair at all.

Huang Ke has also read some articles written specifically for women, saying "The more men have affairs, the less traces they have." The title of this article is the entire content of the article, which is to tell women that if their husbands are at home, Everything is neat and tidy, and there is no trace of randomness or messiness. The more it indicates that he may have someone else outside.

Do you want to hide it?

Huang Ke didn't know what words to use to describe it. She sat down on the computer chair next to the desk. Huang Ke had never sat on this chair once since she bought it.

As she sat down, she noticed the locked drawer. Huang Ke tried to open it, but it didn't move at all.

"Where's the key?"

She looked around the desk again and found no key.

It's really funny, if it's locked, why would the key be left outside?

Unfortunately, Huang is a woman with a good memory. This desk came with two keys when she bought it. She was afraid that her children would find it fun when using the study room, so she locked the drawer and didn't know where the key was, so she asked the manufacturer for more information. I asked for a key and put it in the locker in the living room along with the keys to all the door locks in the house.

She hesitated to open the drawer.

Perhaps, after opening up, their marriage has come to an end.

What will be inside?

Maybe it's a photo of the girl, maybe it's a token of love between the two of them?

Does anyone still write love letters these days?

What else could it be?

Huang Ke thought about it and walked to the living room in a daze and took out the key from the locker.

On Monday morning, Liu Xiaoju's cough had basically recovered. Huang Ke said that it would be better to go to Beijing to get the last bottle of medicine. If you go early, you won't have to wait in line for too long. Jingyi Affiliated Hospital seems to have prepared in advance for this period of high incidence of respiratory infections, increasing the number of seats in the infusion room and temporarily opening the registration channel for infusion appointments.

But Liu Xiaoju was busy with things in the company and said he didn't go to the hospital to register if he had nothing to do. He didn't seem to like going to the hospital very much. Huang Ke felt that this kind of dislike was not the attitude of ordinary people towards hospitals. Most people would not think of going to the hospital if they had nothing to do. When walking around the hospital, it’s not a cafe or a movie theater.

"What did you say you saw?"

Muchun was drinking coffee and was so frightened by Huang Ke's words that his tongue burned.

"I am a woman's stockings, the long type."

"Does that mean there's an affair? Or there's an affair? It's impossible, it doesn't look like it!"

Muchun shook his head and walked around the clinic, looking restless.

Huang Ke could only turn around and talk to Mu Chun. She was still used to looking at each other when talking. As Mu Chun walked around like this, Huang Ke's heart also swayed.

"Uh? What else?"

"There are also several bottles of body lotion or lubricant, I don't know, because they are in English, and there are also bottles of non-English ones, I don't even know."

Huang Ke bit his lip, looking uncomfortable.

"Did you take pictures?"

Muchun asked suddenly.

"What? Taking pictures? What pictures?"

"If we really discuss divorce in the future, these are all evidence."

"Divorce? I have never thought about it. I regret it a little. Why should I see these things? Now that Liu Xiaoju is back, I don't know how to look into his eyes. He is still very good to me and bought me something yesterday. A pair of earrings, very beautiful, and not cheap at all.”