Crazy Psychologist

It's really hard to guess what this woman is thinking.

"Is the stomach pain still serious?" Fang Ming asked.

"It's not serious anymore, but I have a headache now. It hurts a lot." Qiu Ping's eyes are super big, and his small face and big eyes are as heartbreaking as those of two-dimensional characters.

"Have a headache? Didn't you sleep well?"

"It's possible, I still want some painkillers."

After Qiu Ping finished speaking, Fang Ming felt angry. When he heard the word "painkiller", Fang Ming felt uncomfortable all over. It seemed as if the medicine had become a knife, cutting through the heart of an innocent girl.

And this knife was handed over by him himself.

"Have you taken all those painkillers? Didn't you take any medicine for this headache?"

"After eating it, I feel better, but after eating it, I sometimes have to take it when I have menstrual cramps, so painkillers are almost everything I have."

Fang Ming looked at Qiu Ping's face. He was wearing pink makeup and couldn't tell what the real situation was.

"Do you want to go for another check-up to see what's going on with the headache? Is it the forehead, the temple, or somewhere? Is it a throbbing pain or is it a persistent pain?"

Qiu Ping hesitated for a while and then said, "It's this way." She pressed her right hand behind her ear and turned her head slightly so that Fang Ming could see more clearly.

"This is where it hurts. It hurts very much. It hurts for a long time, then it stops hurting, and then it starts hurting again not long after."

Qiu Ping was very serious when he spoke, as if he was really in pain.

But Fang Ming couldn't believe her. Trust suddenly disappeared. How could a doctor treat a doctor if he didn't believe the patient's description of his condition?

Fang Ming was a little confused.

Shen Zifeng, who was sitting opposite Fang Ming, saw Fang Ming at a loss for the first time. I thought maybe I was too tired from the night shift the day before and should go back early to rest.

"Or I'll do it."

Shen Zifeng said softly.

Fang Ming shook his hand, "It's okay, maybe your proposal is good."

Shen Zifeng blinked his little mung bean eyes and thought to himself, "My proposal is good? What did I propose?"

Before Shen Zifeng could figure it out, Fang Ming had already taken Qiu Ping's medical insurance card and medical records in his hands, "Let's go, follow me."

Fang Ming stood up and walked out the door. Shen Zifeng wanted to see what was going on, but had no choice but to come in with a patient, so he could only take care of the patient's needs first.

Qiu Ping followed Fang Ming from the second floor to the fifth floor. When he reached the fifth floor, Qiu Ping could no longer move and felt dizzy and weak.

"Are you okay?" Fang Ming asked.

"It's okay, nothing happened. I'm probably a little tired."

Fang Ming thought to himself, he obviously lost too much blood, how could he not be tired? This headache might also be related to too much blood loss.

"Doctor Mu, one of my patients needs your help in diagnosing it."

When Fang Ming was talking, Mu Chun was immersed in the novel. When he saw Fang Ming come in, followed by a girl who was about the same size as a primary school student, his heart felt stinging.

what happened?

Before Mu Chun had time to think about it, Fang Ming pulled up a chair for Qiu Ping to sit down and began to introduce: "This is Doctor Mu Chun. This is the Department of Psychosomatics. Doctor Mu will treat you next. You can tell Dr. Mu if you feel uncomfortable."

"But why?" Qiu Ping looked confused.

"Ah, because some pain may be a physical or mental problem. It is not only a physical disease, but may also be related to emotions, tension, or sadness. These symptoms require the treatment of a psychosomatic doctor."

Fang Ming spoke eloquently, but Qiu Ping seemed to understand.

Mu Chun reluctantly hid the novel in the drawer and looked at the medical insurance card in Fang Ming's hand. Fang Ming immediately understood what Mu Chun meant, "Doctor Mu, I'm sorry to bother you. Qiu Ping is my boss." You are a patient, please take good care of me. I will ask the nurse to transfer you over to the registration side."

The two of them were talking to each other, and Qiu Ping became more and more confused.

After Fang Ming left, Muchun asked lazily: "Are you going to prescribe painkillers?"

"Ah? How did the doctor know?" Qiu Ping asked in surprise, "Did Dr. Fang Ming tell you about my condition?"

Muchun's expression was even more surprised than Qiu Ping's, "No, don't you have a wound on your wrist? The gauze has not been removed yet. This kind of wound is very painful. It will hurt even if you move it a little."

When Mu Chun said this, Qiu Ping immediately pinched his wrist with his other hand and stretched the sleeves of his sweater to cover up the gauze on his wrist.

Could it be? Muchun's chest stung again, and the feeling was stronger than before. Could it be that the warning had happened again?

Muchun stared at Qiu Ping. The two huge eyes on Qiu Ping's face were like two broken flashlight bulbs.

Ah, stare into the abyss, stare into the abyss.

Muchun encouraged himself.

Unfortunately, the [Memory Gaze] function is still not triggered.

Muchun complained a hundred times in his heart, what's the use of skills that can't do combo at all.

Forget it, relying on equipment is worse than relying on yourself. After all, I am a man with an IQ of 260.

Thinking of this, Mu Chun's spirit lifted up a little. Qiu Ping still looked at Mu Chun with an innocent face, as if to say, "I just came here to ask for some painkillers."

"Have you been feeling uncomfortable lately? Have you felt uncomfortable at all in the past six months or a year?" Mu Chun asked.

"If you don't sleep well, you won't be able to sleep at night, especially if you drink milk tea or something during the day. Nothing else is special."

Muchun stood up, opened the refrigerator, and poured a glass of milk for Qiu Ping.

"Would you like to heat it up? It's a little cold."

Muchun said caringly.

"Well, okay, it doesn't matter actually."

"What do you usually do? Do you work late and lose sleep?"

"No, I usually work as a graphic model. I usually finish my work at eight o'clock in the evening. If it's earlier, it would be around five o'clock. It depends on how much shooting there is on that day."

Qiu Ping explained slowly.

"Is it similar to the clothing models on Tao Bao? I heard that those models are very hard. Some have to change clothes 50 times a day. They change styles according to different clothing styles, put on makeup and remove makeup more than ten times a day. This job can be It’s far from easy.”

Muchun explained in a serious and clear manner, Qiu Ping's mouth corners slightly raised, his two big eyes became slightly smaller, and he looked much gentler.

"I have no choice, I don't know anything else. I stopped studying a long time ago. After coming here, I can only follow a sister from my hometown to shoot product advertisements. But I'm pretty successful, especially in the past year and last year, my income is pretty good. It’s just that the income becomes unstable after the beginning of the year.”

"Why is it suddenly unstable?"