Crazy Psychologist

Sun Xiangyun could only turn his body to make way for Old Wu's body to leave the room.

Then he took off Lao Wu's camera from the tripod, took out the memory card and put it in his pocket.

This is Lao Wu’s last work.

Hey, Sun Xiangyun thought, if it had snowed a few days ago, there might be some more beautiful scenery. Unfortunately, it rarely snows in this place around the sea.

It always feels cleaner when it snows.

Sun Xiangyun took Amin downstairs and ordered a bowl of almond tea and sesame paste from the candy shop at the entrance of the community.

Amin was worried that her husband would be depressed because of Lao Wu's incident. Unexpectedly, he just complained that Wu Fang was trash. Such a son was really wasted.

Amin was still very happy, thinking that her husband was really fine, and he would not be suspicious of her again because of the incident involving Lao Wu.

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On Tuesday morning, Fang Ming took Shen Zi to the fifth floor. Mu Chun had just made coffee and was going to study the launching ceremony of the Charity Star at the end of the year.

He had no idea how this thing worked.

Qiu Ping only said that he would attend in formal attire, and there might be some speech sessions. After looking at the electronic process introduction, Mu Chun turned the screen to Little Watermelon without interest.

Ever since he saw Little Watermelon at the door of the flower shop, Mu Chun always felt that this girl looked familiar. This was something he had never felt before when he looked at Little Watermelon on his mobile phone.

The small watermelon on the mobile phone screen is very beautiful and energetic, but the small watermelon encountered at the door of the flower shop has a particularly friendly feeling.

Muchun thought that the feeling might be heartbeat.

Then I thought about it, I may not live for ten years, and I don't know when this ridiculous mission will be completed. I have only saved so many people so far, so it's better not to like anyone. Just admiring them online is enough. Well, if you really fall in love with her in reality, you won't be able to promise anything at all.

The most important reason is poverty.

There is no money at all.

Where has all the money gone?

"It was all thanks to Dr. Muchun yesterday." Shen Zifeng couldn't help but praise Muchun before he walked in the door.

Fang Ming nodded. Since what happened to Qiu Ping, Fang Ming's attitude towards Muchun has improved a lot. Although he still feels that Muchun is unreliable at other times, in terms of his professional ability and the existence of the Department of Psychosomatics, Fang Ming In terms of necessity, Fang Ming is increasingly recognizing it.

"Yesterday's situation was very urgent. I haven't told Shen Zifeng yet. You guys should listen together."

Fang Ming's expression was serious. Although Shen Zifeng already knew that the operation was successful and Zhou Ming could go home after a week in the hospital, he still didn't know what happened to the child.

"Why do you think he got a stomachache?"

Fang Ming poured himself a cup of coffee, and what he took was Zhang Wenwen's cup.

Mu Chun had quick eyesight and stopped Fang Ming immediately.

"Use this cup. This white cup is new. Someone has used that cup."

Fang Ming looked at Muchun with a strange look, "Has anyone used it?"

"Well, yes, I have several long-term patients here, so for the sake of environmental protection, I let them use fixed cups."

Muchun tried hard to explain.

"Oh, our hospital is a bit like Starbucks now. It's really strange that patients can store their cups in the outpatient room." Fang Ming said while taking a cup of Americano from the coffee machine.

"This kind of case is so rare." Fang Ming took half a sip of coffee and put it back because it was too hot.

"What's going on?" Muchun was a little anxious, "Did you eat something that couldn't be digested?"

Fang Ming's beautiful eyes gradually narrowed into mung bean eyes like Shen Zifeng, but Shen Zifeng worked hard to turn his eyes into longan eyes like Fang Ming.

"How do you know you ate something you couldn't digest?" Fang Ming asked in a suspicious tone.

"Hey, Director Fang, maybe there are patients like this in the Department of Psychosomatics. Besides, it's not the first time that Dr. Muchun is amazing. He is always amazing. The child with intestinal obstruction last time was also Dr. Muchun. The doctor helps with the treatment, right?"

Shen Zifeng originally wanted to speak for Muchun, but the result seemed to be more and more inexplicable the more he talked, Fang Ming looked at Shen Zifeng with the corner of his mouth raised, while twirling the coffee cup.

"It was a lot of wool, something like silk floss, balled up in the stomach, about the size of an oversized Swedish meatball."

Fang Ming gestured with his fingers, "With such a big thing stuck in his stomach, I don't know how a normal child could eat these things into his stomach."

"I don't know either." Shen Zifeng shook his head and turned his attention to Muchun.

"So you are not here to tell me that this child has been cured now and has no problems, but you are here to ask me what is his problem?" Muchun asked cautiously while drinking his slightly cold coffee.

Fang Ming coughed, "For me, it doesn't matter if I don't know, but Shen Zifeng said that no one touched Zhou Ming when he went to Huayuanqiao Hospital. How did Dr. Muchun convince him to receive treatment?

In fact, we often encounter situations like this here. Although not everyone is in an acute attack state like Zhou Ming, there are indeed some patients here who refuse treatment. Sometimes I can only endure it, or pretend that I don’t have it either. Method. "

Fang Ming choked up, then raised his head and looked at Muchun, "Some cancer patients refuse to receive treatment, and there are also some patients who seem to know that they are sick, but deliberately avoid talking about it, and only let me treat some more superficial things. Symptoms, I think these patients have something unspeakable."

"Or you just don't have money and can't bear to give up money."

Muchun said casually.

Shen Zifeng couldn't help but said "Ah", "No, no, no, money is one aspect, there must be other reasons. Director Fang, let's ask this question later. Let's ask about Zhou Ming first. "

"I promised him something, a small deal." Muchun answered truthfully.

"A deal between a doctor and a patient?" Fang Ming frowned.

What deal could Muchun have with a child?

So Muchun told Fang Ming and Shen Zifeng exactly how the doctors had magic powers and could help Zhou Ming realize his wish.

"No wonder, when I was doing ward rounds in the morning, Zhou Ming saw me and said, does the doctor really have magic? I was confused and didn't know how to answer."

Fang Ming said with complaint.

"Ah, yes, I said that doctors have magic, and I'm right." Muchun clarified.

"However, I think Director Fang's surgical skills are extremely proficient. This is considered magic, and Dr. Mu can see through the patient's mind. This is also considered magic. It is not wrong to say that the doctor has magic."