Crazy Psychologist

After all the inspections, it was already 4:30 in the afternoon.

Liu Yun ate a porridge at a Cantonese-style restaurant near the hospital at noon, and he was not happy to go home during the hospital break at noon, so he wrote a manuscript on his mobile phone in the outpatient hall.

Sitting next to him was an old man with handicapped legs and feet, who looked to be in his nineties. He went to the hospital in a wheelchair, put the wheelchair aside, and sat next to Liuyun with a cane.

Old people always smell stronger than young people.

Liuyun is a little disgusted. Originally writing manuscripts on his mobile phone, his thoughts are exhausted. He hasn't written a few words for half an hour.

Inevitably distracted, he got up and sat down on the row of chairs opposite the old man.

At noon, the outpatient hall was still quiet, which was probably the only good thing.

Liu Yun is particularly envious of those authors who can write manuscripts with their mobile phones. It is said that some authors use their mobile phones to write every day, and the novels with more than one million words are all completed with a single mobile phone.

Liu Yun could barely use his mobile phone to write some drafts and outlines, and he would have to revise them repeatedly when he went back.

Some people also say that you don’t need to be too careful in writing online articles, because if you are too careful, you will not be able to guarantee the update speed. But Liu Yun was used to it carefully, and besides, he didn't think it was such a troublesome thing to revise the manuscript four times.

The trouble he has now is that his hands are always shaking, even when he puts them on the computer keyboard.

If this disease cannot be cured, he will be disabled.

Seeing the old man sitting alone and quietly, Liu Yun thought about his future.

The future may not be as healthy as him.

After watching for a while, the old man dozed off. Seeing that the crutches could no longer support him, he was about to fall forward. He was already thin and his fragile bones were wrapped in wrinkled skin. How many bones would be broken in this fall? .

Liu Yun put away the phone, walked forward immediately, and helped the old man who was about to fall.

"Thanks...thanks...huh..."

He opened his eyes in a daze, and after saying this, he leaned back against the back of the chair and continued to sleep.

I don't know if it was a coma or sleeping.

I always feel that I have reached the age where I will go west without waking up at any time.

After returning to his seat, Liu Yun wanted to work harder for a while, and it would be good if he could write another paragraph. Next week, he will be preparing for stretching activities, which will inevitably delay his writing time.

Although he was not used to writing on a mobile phone, he still opened the writing software.

Who knows, the words written before may not be saved, and all of them will be lost in the end.

The words that I wrote down with great difficulty all afternoon are gone now.

Liu Yun was so depressed that he almost regretted coming to this place to see a doctor.

At this time, Chu Sisi walked down the stairs slowly, saw him on the seat with a sad face, and went up to say hello to Liu Yun.

Chu Sisi doesn't seem to be very interested in literature. Like most girls, she prefers those ancient romance novels and fantasy stories, but she is relatively indifferent to science fiction and Western history.

That's normal too, girls.

"What did you check this morning?"

Chu Sisi's clear water eyes were full of tenderness.

But Liu Yun is not sensitive to women at all, not curious, not sensitive, his understanding of women is far less than his understanding of rocket building.

"Electrocardiogram and echocardiogram."

"How's it going?"

"no problem."

"No problem at all? That would be great."

Liu Yun didn't know where to go, it would be fine if there was a problem.

Just take medicine if you are sick. Even Alzheimer's disease will take a long time to become so severe that you can't write novels at all.

"You look a little irritable. What's the matter? Is it hard to write a book?"

Of course it’s not easy. Many people think that writing novels is easy, as if they can write novels if they can understand novels. In fact, it’s not the same thing at all.

If it weren't for the newcomers who came out every day and wanted to share the bread of novel writing, he probably wouldn't be so afraid to relax.

However, forget it, I'm used to it. If you want to make some achievements in any field these days, you have to work hard.

Liu Yun, who has always written fictional novels, saw the doctors in the hospital today, especially Mu Chun and Chu Sisi, and they were quite different from what he had imagined.

The two of them seem to be very free, and they don't know how many patients they can have in a day.

There are people who earn a good salary without putting in too much effort.

But graduating from medical school is so difficult, why not be a useful doctor? The physical and mental department seems to be a place where you don't know what disease you have.

If every day is so boring, Liu Yun is not envious, such a life is also meaningless.

"Is there no heart problem at all? Isn't there a little irregular heartbeat?"

Chu Si wanted to look at Liu Yun's ECG report, but Liu Yun didn't intend to show it to her.

"Anything you're not happy about?"

When Chu Sisi asked such a question, Liu Yun didn't know how to answer.

"Happy thing?"

he asked back.

"No, I'm asking if there are any unhappy things recently? For example, you have been rejected by the manuscript, the editor has made things difficult for you, or I don't know much about the unhappy things that writers have."

"There's nothing to be unhappy about."

Although Dr. Chu is very beautiful, he does not touch his heart more than the novel he wants to write. Liu Yun is too lazy to think about Chu Sisi's words, and even wants to find a reason for her to leave quickly.

I need to be alone, I need to be alone, I need you to leave me alone.

Don't bother me while I'm writing a novel, that's not too much to ask.

Because of the need for enough time alone, Liu Yun has almost canceled all social interactions in real life, and there are almost no unnecessary social interactions.

Whether watching a movie or eating, you are alone.

On the Internet, he is still active, but in reality, sometimes it is not uncommon for him to not say a word a day.

The brain is full of spinning gears, but the mouth is an unnecessary part.

But now, it would be nice if the ears could be closed.

"If there is something you are not happy about, you can tell us."

"I'm not unhappy, it's just that the drafts I wrote before you came just now were not saved in time, and all of them are gone."

"Isn't this a big trouble?"

Chu Sisi frowned and blushed.

It's not her fault, why is she blushing, strange doctor.

Speaking of which, have you graduated from medical school at this age?

He looks like he's only in his early 20s. Could it be that he's an intern at school?

"Then you continue to work and remember to come back for a follow-up visit next week. Also, if you are really uncomfortable, you can come on Saturday morning. In fact, the physical and mental department is also on duty on Saturday morning."

"I probably don't have time to come here again on purpose, I just came here today."

And it doesn't work. Liu Yun didn't say the last sentence, but he probably won't come again on Saturday, and the inspection hasn't been finished yet, so what's the use of coming?