Crazy Psychologist

"Dr. Chu Sisi, I think your work attitude is not suitable for hospital work."

Chu Sisi, who had just gotten off the treadmill, was confused by what Mu Chun said when she walked into the office. She could only ask, "What's wrong?"

"Because the medical records you gave me were incomplete, I had to go downstairs and ask the nurse for the patient information for that day, which caused me a lot of trouble."

Chu Sisi suddenly realized it, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said without caring about changing clothes: "That's all the girl's medical records that day were her blood pressure, blood sugar, and the treatment plan when she was admitted to the emergency room that day."

"anything else?"

"What else? That's all the nurse has. Didn't you chat with Dr. Fang that day?"

"I remember that a patient came that day, but I didn't have time to get the medical records myself. What kind of patient came?"

Chu Sisi glanced at Mu Chun and said, "Liu Yun is the writer with trembling hands."

"Oh, yes, Liuyun."

Chu Sisi didn't know if Mu Chun really didn't remember the patient's name or if he was deliberately trying to embarrass her. Anyway, Mu Chun had been acting strange recently.

"I went to see Liu Tiantian on Tuesday, and she said that Dr. Fang Ming was supposed to do some more tests when he returned to the emergency room that day, but the patient said he needed to go to the toilet, and he didn't come back."

"did not return?"

Muchun frowned, his expression a little unpredictable.

"That's what Liu Tiantian said. It is said that Dr. Fang Ming is still a little angry and seems to be blaming you."

"Blame me? Why blame me?"

"I don't know the details, but Dr. Fang Ming is a great doctor and always has a bad temper."

"That's right, then forget it."

Muchun fell on the chair, stretched out, raised his calves and put them on the table.

It's autumn, why are you still wearing shorts? Don't you know how to wear a decent outfit?

Seeing that although Mu Chun was lying on the back of the chair, his eyes were staring at the roof, not knowing what he was thinking about, Chu Sisi tried to ask, "Does Dr. Mu think there is something wrong with this patient?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Mu Chun jumped up from the chair, retracting his feet too quickly and hitting the corner of the table. The pain made Mu Chun speechless for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Chu Sisi took a step forward, but Muchun stretched out her hand to block her.

"Don't come over, don't come over."

"I just want to see if it hurts you. I'm not a monster."

Chu Sisi sat down on the patient's chair angrily.

"Chu Sisi, let me tell you, you are not allowed to talk like that. That is Dr. Fang's patient. The doctor's signature on the medical record is Dr. Fang Ming. How can I think there is something wrong with Dr. Fang's patient? No, absolutely not. You Don’t talk nonsense and let others think that we, the Department of Psychosomatics, are robbing Dr. Fang’s patients.”

"That was not what I meant."

"You didn't mean it the best."

"But you clearly thought there was something wrong with that girl and that's why you asked me to get the medical records, didn't you?"

"I just have a little doubt."

Mu Chun rubbed his sore leg. He placed it on the ground and rubbed it until it felt uncomfortable. Then he lifted his leg and placed it on the chair. It looks really unsightly. Chu Sisi could only turn her face away.

I also want to invite Muchun to attend the charity ball on Saturday. How can he attend the ball with such a slovenly appearance?

But if we don’t find Muchun, how can we find a male student majoring in law? Or the boys her mother picked for her?

No, Chu Sisi doesn’t like it. Chu Sisi doesn’t like any of them.

While thinking about it, he felt a rush of heat on the back of his neck. Mu Chun suddenly stared mysteriously at Chu Sisi's face and neck.

Chu Sisi was so frightened that she quickly stood up. Muchun suddenly squatted down again. Chu Sisi, who had not yet changed out of her sportswear, stood there at a loss.

"Old, old, teacher"

Chu Sisi stared blankly ahead, not daring to lower her head or move.

"Sisi, my legs are hairy."

What? Chu Sisi didn't understand.

Muchun stood up slowly and stared at Chu Sisi's arm for a long time.

He sighed and asked anxiously, "So girls have hair too."

This is not nonsense!

"Everyone has hair, even newborn babies have hair. Teacher, what are you talking about?"

Mu Chun lifted up his sleeve and put it next to Chu Sisi's hand, "Let's raise our hands and take a look."

Chu Sisi was puzzled, but she raised her hand as Mu Chun said.

"Is there a difference?"

Muchun asked.

"What's the difference?"

"Can you tell which one is the girl's arm and which one is the boy's?"

"You can see it. You are fatter and I am thinner."

Chu Sisi answered seriously, but Muchun looked at their arms impatiently.

A deliberate cough made him stop.

"Lawyer Zhang, you are here."

"What is Dr. Mu doing? Do you doctors need to put their arms together to learn?"

Zhang Mei suppressed his anger and asked coldly.

"Oh, Attorney Zhang, you came just in time."

Muchun rubbed his hands with a smile, and Zhang Mei really didn't like the appearance of a businessman.

If this was not a hospital, Zhang Mei would have had people like Mu Chun, who was smiling and had malicious intentions, driven out of her sight.

"Lawyer Zhang comes to our place once a week, which really makes the Department of Physical and Mental Health shine."

"Why is Dr. Mu so lively today?"

Zhang Mei sat down, while Chu Sisi quietly hid at the other end of the room, far away from the two of them.

"The dean has some minor legal matters. I didn't need to come here in person. But thinking about Chu Sisi being here, I, as a mother, naturally wanted to come and take a look. I wonder if she has been diligent in her studies recently and whether she has added anything to the hospital. What trouble."

The more polite Zhang Mei was, the more Chu Sisi became anxious. When her mother spoke like this, there was probably nothing good going on. She was afraid that today she would be forced to go back to school to continue her studies.

"Oh oh oh, it's about the dean's affairs, do you want to go now?"

"No, I've finished my work and stopped by to see Sisi."

"Sisi, she is not good at all. You should let her study law with you. The psychosomatic department is really not suitable for her."

Zhang Mei straightened the silk scarf around her neck, looked at Chu Sisi gently, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and turned her eyes to Muchun when she was about to speak.

"Sisi is a hard-working student, Dr. Mu should still pay more attention."

Muchun said quickly: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, I can't teach such a student."

Chu Sisi listened to Mu Chun's words and felt extremely uncomfortable. Why on earth is a dignified young lady suffering such grievances here?

She herself didn't understand that Muchun's attitude was not polite at all, let alone teaching her carefully.

Thinking of this, she felt really angry. If Zhang Mei persuaded her to go back, it would be a way to help her vent her anger. But today, her mother begged Mu Chun to teach her well and be more patient, and promised to send someone to deliver a refrigerator immediately.

It's simply unreasonable.