Crazy Psychologist

At noon, the cold wind is accompanied by the warm sun, which is really a unique climate in this city.

A gust of wind blows, and the branches and leaves of the camphor tree tremble. Looking up, the red leaves at the top of the tree in autumn have also faded into light green and light yellow. The originally small and featureless leaves almost lose their beauty. .

There are countless camphor and sycamore trees planted in this city around the sea. Who can count them? Who knows how to count them?

No, don't draw such a conclusion, because someone really knows how to count.

And there are not a few people like that.

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When returning to the hospital after lunch, Mu Chun saw Wu Fangmei, who limped towards Mu Chun enthusiastically.

"Xiao Mu, how is business lately?"

Wu Fangmei asked.

"It's not good. It's been bad all the time. I can't afford to eat anymore."

When Wu Fangmei heard this, she felt even more sorry for Dr. Xiao Mu.

"Let me tell you, the business of the hospital has not been as good as in previous years recently. I don't know what happened, but the small money business in the next street has been very good." After saying this, Wu Fangmei stood up on tiptoes with great effort and leaned in the bathroom. Chun whispered in his ear: "The winter solstice is coming soon, and the old man can't bear it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed "cough cough cough".

"Little money? You're talking about old money, right? One-stop old money."

Muchun said.

"What old money? He's not even older than you. Your jobs are all for people who can't find a partner."

Wu Fangmei patted Muchun's shoulder, shook her head and said, "So, when Xiaoqian's place is busy, there will be fewer people in the hospital. Originally, most of the patients in the community hospital are the elderly nearby who come to prescribe medicine, right?"

"Oh, it makes sense, it really makes sense! Grandma, you are really wise and know the world. Everything you say is clear. Do you want to prescribe any medicine recently? Take care of me. I can prescribe Chinese and Western medicine here. "

"I've been feeling a little uncomfortable lately, mainly because one of the two sisters I know has been ill for two years after a stroke. I went to see her a few days ago, and she listened to me nagging for an hour without even bothering to persuade me.

I thought to myself, there is something wrong with this old sister. When I used to nag about the things about me being followed, she would always persuade me that it was all my imagination. But now she is fine. She just lay there, looking at her with both eyes. You seem to be listening to what you say, but no matter what you say, she doesn't respond. I thought to myself, something is wrong, this is serious again.

There is another one who is almost eighty years old and has been paralyzed in bed for more than a year. Now he has to be fed even to eat. Do you think I can be in a good mood? "

"Grandma knows some old people who are slumped in bed."

Muchun asked stupidly.

Wu Fangmei snickered, "What do you know? They are all good people. They can listen to me all afternoon. There will also be nannies serving me tea and fruits. You, you know just a little bit more than those doctors and nurses. A little bit more ." Wu Fangmei gestured with her little finger.

"Oh, a little bit, a little bit." Muchun said with a silly smile.

When he passed the outpatient hall and was about to go upstairs, Liu Tiantian pulled Muchun's elbow.

"Hey, there is a patient who has been registered. He will be on the fifth floor in a minute. Go up and get ready."

When Liu Tiantian said this, Muchun immediately became energetic and learned the drama, "Okay, let's go!"

The patient Liu Tiantian mentioned was named Sun Xiangyun. When he walked into the mind-body department, he was filled with the air of an artist.

Wearing an apricot beret, an apricot windbreaker, and a sketchbook tucked inside his arm, the notebook is slightly larger than the one in Ding Jiajun's pocket.

Sun Xiangyun said that this is a notebook for sketching. He likes to walk around and draw, draw trees, street scenes, and seasonal changes.

But recently he has been unable to calm down and draw because his sleep problems have seriously troubled him.

"Originally I wanted to see a neurologist." Sun Xiangyun said.

"Neurology?" Muchun asked gently.

"A few years ago, when I was abroad, I knew there was a department like this, which was dedicated to patients whose diseases could not be identified."

Sun Xiangyun explained.

His face looked pretty good, his cheeks were slightly red, and his skin was very shiny. He seemed to be one of the more well-maintained people of his age. However, Mu Chun took a closer look and found that his overall skin color was a little yellowish. , as yellow as wax paper.

"You are talking about psychiatry, right? There is a big difference between neurology and psychiatry."

When Muchun said this, the old artist seemed to understand, "Yes, the psychiatry department, the closest one in our hospital system should be yours - the psychosomatic department."

"Well, yes, a very accurate judgment." Muchun praised.

"Do you want coffee or tea, or do you need some hot milk? It's still a little cold when the sun isn't out."

As Muchun spoke, he leisurely brewed a cup of coffee for himself.

The aroma of coffee quickly spreads to the entire clinic room along with the water vapor. Smelling this aroma can sometimes make people feel more refreshed than drinking a sip of coffee.

"I don't need it, thank you. Because I can't sleep well, my appetite is not very good either." Sun Xiangyun said and took off his hat.

His hands were trembling slightly, indicating that he might have some senile neurological problems.

Muchun kept these in mind and took a sip of coffee alone.

"I just can't sleep well recently, and I don't dare to take any sleeping pills." Sun Xiangyun said.

"Such as diazepam?"

Muchun asked.

"Well, yes, I'm not willing to take more medicine. I always feel that some things may be because - I have something on my mind. I don't have to work now, so I don't need to be as energetic as young people to face life every day. There is no pressure at all in my life.”

What Sun Xiangyun said is true. He owns three properties in the city of Raohai, one for his married daughter, one for rent, and one where he lives with his wife who is 5 years younger than him. The old couple Living in a large flat with an area of ​​140 square meters, according to the housing prices here, no matter how you say it, you are a rich person!

And the most important thing is that Sun Xiangyun’s parents and his wife’s parents both passed away a few years ago. In the past few years, their grandson still needed their help occasionally for a few days. Now that her daughter is in elementary school, she can take care of her full-time at home. , taking care of children’s education.

Sun Xiangyun was completely empty.

In addition to giving part-time lessons to students every year, I also go sketching everywhere. It is truly an enviable retirement life with money, good health, and freedom.

"After retirement, I have time, and I have the painting that I love to accompany me. This is an enviable life." Mu Chun said casually.

"Thank you," Sun Xiangyun said with a smile, "I am indeed very comfortable. I can sleep as late as I want, travel and sketch whenever I want, I can just buy a ticket and put on my backpack, and I can leave as soon as I want." The young man said Don't stick to the current predicament, don't forget that there are poems and distant places, for me, I have them all and have neither."