Crazy Psychologist

"For example, someone wakes up in the morning without brushing his teeth or washing his face, and starts writing with bad breath. So what readers see are the works written by the author with the breath of getting up."

"Are you talking about Balzac or Hemingway, many authors like to work in the morning."

"Balzac is a coffee puppet with a big heart, and it is absolutely appropriate to call him the writer who loves coffee the most in the world."

Liu Yun smiled helplessly, "It's okay to like coffee, but Balzac really drank too much. It is said that he drank 50,000 cups of coffee in his life, fifty cups a day."

"It seems that you don't have a habit of drinking coffee to write."

Mu Chun talked more and more enthusiastically.

"I don't, I drink at most one cup of coffee a day."

"After Hemingway changed his wife, his inspiration always exploded, and he liked to write in the morning before his wife woke up. Who knows if he brushed his teeth, washed his face, etc. It is said that when he and his new wife were in Paris Renting in a very cold house, we can only go to bed early every day to warm each other. Hemingway likes the attic, saying that he always has a clear head in the morning.

This guy is really tough, and he writes standing up. "

Liu Yun likes Hemingway very much, and when Mu Chun mentioned Hemingway, he also became interested.

"He also liked to keep ten sharpened pencils on the table so he could write smoothly."

Mu Chun pouted, "I remember twenty."

"It's ten. You can go and read "A Moveable Feast."

"That's what I read about in A Moveable Feast. You remember wrongly."

Liu Yun was full of confidence, how could he remember this kind of question wrongly. Since the other party is a doctor, Liu Yun had no choice but not to argue.

"Cortazar likes cats, and there are too many writers who like cats. There is a study that says writers who like cats are more likely to become famous than writers who like dogs."

It seems that the doctor knows a lot.

"He does like petting cats."

In fact, Liu Yun didn't know much about Cortazar, but he didn't want to show that he didn't know. As a writer, he couldn't say he didn't know some well-known authors.

Being well-read is an excellent quality.

"Rousseau loves the heat. He is bare-skinned and sweating profusely, sitting in the scorching sun, creating works with all his might, and enjoying the pleasure brought by the heat wave."

Like Mu Chun's endorsement, the more he talked, the more excited he became.

"But Bossuet loves the cold. He often wears a coat and stuffs his head into a thick suede hat, and he insists on creating in a room like an ice cellar."

"It's amazing, it really is knowledgeable and talented."

Liu Yun was a little proud, spreading his hands out, as if to say, it's nothing, it just happened to be familiar.

"Woolf also likes to write standing up, and who is that, the author of "Angel Looks at Hometown"."

"Angel Looks at Hometown", bad, this book is so famous, Liu Yun unexpectedly forgot who the author of this book is.

Although the doctor also looked distressed and looked like he couldn't remember it after racking his brains, it's normal for him not to remember it, but if he couldn't remember it himself, it would be too embarrassing.

The more anxious I am, the more I can't think of it. The writer who is clearly about to say something, but can't say anything.

"His editors were the editors of Hemingway and Fitzgerald."

"Speaking of, Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby" is truly a masterpiece, isn't Hemingway ashamed of himself?"

"Do you mean that Hemingway committed suicide because he was ashamed of himself because he wrote The Great Gatsby so well?"

"Of course not. Hemingway is a tough guy. I think his death is definitely the fault of that shotgun. How could that shotgun be left in that place?"

"It seems that you really like Hemingway."

"Of course. Idol."

Mu Chun folded his hands fascinatedly, with a look of admiration.

"The author, have you figured it out yet?"

Liuyun's neck was red, it's too bad, he hasn't figured it out yet.

Fortunately, Chu Sisi interrupted at this time: "I have to go for an inspection. If I don't go, I won't be able to do anything in the morning. If I can't finish it in the afternoon, I will have to wait in line again tomorrow."

"No, I don't have time to come out tomorrow, so I can only finish it today."

"Then go quickly. If there is anything you need to talk about, come back next week, okay?"

"That's right, Dr. Chu is right. Let's talk again next week. I just wondered who the author of "Angel Looks at Hometown" is? Why can't the writer remember his name? It's really troublesome, and I'm still a reader Brainstorming."

Liu Yun wants to explain that it's not that he doesn't remember, but that he not only remembers, but also likes this author very much, but he just forgot his name.

Speaking of which, I really have a problem with my memory. Recently, the more I try to remember something, the more I can’t remember it. I used to have a good memory.

"Won't you give me some medicine or something?"

When you come to the hospital to see a doctor, you always have to give some medicine, so why don't you just return empty-handed?

"Have trouble sleeping? Like waking up early, having difficulty falling asleep or staying asleep at all?"

How can I say that these three states are not a problem? How does this doctor put them together? It seems that apart from being closer to home, community hospitals have no other advantages.

However, there seems to be no corresponding department in the big hospital where you can register to see a doctor. This department of mind and body is really confusing.

"Then prescribe some smart medicine."

"Smart drug?"

Liu Yun had never heard of this medicine. He asked carefully: "Is it a medicine that will make you smart after taking it? When was it developed?"

"Ah, yes, if you take the medicine that will make you smarter, do you want some?"

The doctor seemed to see the patient's doubts, and waved his hand, "Or add some vitamins to make the body more energetic, and the brain's computing speed will increase; the same is true for drugs to improve sleep; if you need some energy, such as glucose solution , cheaper and more useful than Red Bull.”

"Isn't it the sleeping pills?"

"You don't have sleep disorders in your eyes, do you have trouble falling asleep? Day and night are reversed?"

Indeed not, Liu Yun shook his head.

"Then do you want some smart medicine?"

"If it's vitamins, I don't need it. Glucose or something, I'd better drink some Coke and don't bother the doctor."

Liu Yun said as he exited the outpatient room and walked on the dark and damp ground on the fifth floor.

In broad daylight, the entire corridor on the fifth floor cannot see light.

Restlessness, feeling of bugs crawling on arms and thighs.

All in all, very uncomfortable.

Now that you're here, let's finish the things that need to be done one by one. The CT examination is on the third floor, the echocardiography is on the second floor where the ultrasound examination is located, and the blood test is on the first floor.

Each one has to go to the nurse desk to make an appointment, and each one has to queue up.

Seeing a doctor is really troublesome, and I can write thousands of words in this little time.

But if the state is not good, you may only be able to write a few hundred words.

A writer with little talent depends on his face when writing, and he is not far from being eliminated.