Crazy Psychologist

Zhang Wenwen didn't quite understand it before, but after getting to know Professor Chu and Mu Chun, he increasingly understood that the meaning of the word treatment is not just that when a patient comes, I prescribe medicine for you, or I do an operation for you. Simple.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wenwen thought of Tao Qian again. In fact, he wanted to talk to Mu Chun about Tao Qian and the assessment he failed. What would Mu Chun think about this matter.

Zhang Wenwen moved a chair and sat down. Looking around, he talked about what he had experienced in North America. He mentioned that the word "psychology" is becoming more and more popular among people. Does Mu Chun think that the word "mental health" is more important than mental health and physical and mental health? It sounds gentler and more acceptable.

Mu Chun naturally listened carefully. After Zhang Wenwen finished speaking, Mu Chun asked his worries, "What are you doing in Southeast Asia?"

"Eh? Can a psychosomatic doctor directly ask a patient a question like this? Wouldn't it make the patient feel obviously aggressive?" Zhang Wenwen tried to avoid Muchun's topic.

"What I know about Southeast Asia is that there are some private clinics that perform some surgeries for people from all over the world. Those people may not have the means to get the surgeries they want where they live. They find these private clinics through middlemen, or even A doctor and the conditions are barely adequate for surgical equipment and venues, and some of them do not meet medical standards at all.

These surgeries are operating on the fringes of the law and have been around for a long time. It should be said that they have been around for a long time. It's just that different types of surgeries appeared in different eras. I'm worried that you have been involved in such a thing for some reason. "Mu Chun fell on the chair and turned his head to look at Zhang Wenwen.

What he said was worry, but there was no hint of worry in his expression. Zhang Wenwen muttered in his heart.

"How could you have thought that I went to Southeast Asia to participate in some kind of surgery? I might be doing some charity work. I am a charity expert." Zhang Wenwen shook his head and said with a smile.

"Because of Gu Yiping's situation, there have been relevant reports abroad. If I remember correctly, the surgeries in Asia are also done in Southeast Asia, because no hospital here will agree to do such surgeries." Mu Chun slowly Said.

Although Muchun's tone was unhurried, Zhang Wenwen still felt a pressure that reached the tip of his nose.

Muchun, this guy, is really devilish.

Why can't you hide anything? No, I can't be defeated so easily. What does this mean? I am also the well-known director of neurosurgery. This Mu Chun is a doctor who can't even hold the No. 11 scalpel.

"I didn't, I just went to see a show." Zhang Wenwen pretended to be natural.

"There is no performance in Thailand that you want to see." Muchun replied casually.

"Who says there are no performances that I want to watch? There are many performances in Thailand." Zhang Wenwen stood up from his seat, walked to the refrigerator handsomely, opened the refrigerator, and took out a can of Coke.

I wasn't in a hurry to drink it, but I was looking for something in the refrigerator.

"Are you looking for a straw?" Muchun asked listlessly.

"Yes, yes, I'm looking for a straw." Zhang Wenwen replied.

"In the drawer of the refrigerator, near the far left." Muchun guided Zhang Wenwen like an endorsement.

Zhang Wenwen immediately found the straw based on what Muchun said.

Zhang Wenwen, who got the straw, said unconvinced, "Why do you have such a good memory? Can you remember where everything is in the refrigerator?"

Muchun nodded, "Absolutely. Some people's memories are like palaces. What am I saying? What's wrong with you? Do you want to drink?"

Zhang Wenwen didn't believe that Muchun could really remember everything, and he also wanted to delay time. It would be best if Mu Chun had no interest in his trip to Thailand.

"Where do I want the soda crackers?" Zhang Wenwen asked deliberately.

"The second floor from the top, on the left." Muchun replied.

"What about cheese?" Zhang Wenwen asked again.

"On the top layer, there is a small translucent crisper behind two cans of soda." Mu Chun answered.

"That's enough for you. You know everything. Okay, let me ask you again. How many cans of Coke, how many cans of soda, how many pieces of cheese, how many wafer biscuits and how many straws are there in the refrigerator?" Zhang Wenwen asked in one breath. A whole lot.

Muchun closed his eyes and answered one by one.

"Are you a human being?" Zhang Wenwen closed the refrigerator door angrily.

With a click, he opened the tab neatly and put the straw in. As soon as he sucked it in, all the cola poured out.

"Your straw is poisonous, Muchun." Zhang Wenwen shouted.

In the middle of winter, the sleeves of Zhang Wenwen's high-end knitted sweaters and expensive shirts were all wet. The more important trouble was that what was spilled was not soda water but Coke. Spilling sticky and sweet Coke on the body was not a comfortable thing.

"This straw is a paper straw, because the paper straw has many dense pores. When you stir it in cola, it will cause an increase in carbon dioxide, and then when you let it go after sipping, it will come up. This There's nothing wrong with you, you're just too careless." Muchun stretched and looked at Zhang Wenwen sympathetically.

"I forgot about this." Zhang Wenwen suppressed his anger.

"Since you don't want to talk so much, I won't ask you." Mu Chun thought, since Zhang Wenwen didn't want to talk about it in a roundabout way, it is estimated that this matter is really what he expected. Zhang Wenwen was involved in this Southeast Asian incident for some reason. Kind of surgical circle.

For now, I can only hope that he doesn't encounter any problems.

Unexpectedly, just as he said he wouldn't ask, Zhang Wenwen himself said, "Yes, I didn't intend to hide it from you. I was also troubled by many of the details. I didn't expect that a disease could be so complicated, and everyone's The situations all look different. Of course, I don’t think there are any problems with the environment, equipment, or professionalism of the doctors during the surgery itself. The most important difficulty is not here.”

"Is it an amputation operation?" Muchun asked.

The surprise in Zhang Wenwen's eyes can be described as flying over a thousand bats.

"Why do you say that?" As soon as Zhang Wenwen said it, he immediately shook his head and changed his words: "Why do you ask that?"

"Because the symptoms of BIID are most consistent with the situation you mentioned, there are many things that need to be carefully judged. The consequences of lack of complete caution are very terrible." Mu Chun stood up as he said, took off his white coat, and stood on the treadmill.

"Yes, I did encounter a very troubled patient recently, and this person seems to be in China, from our side." Zhang Wenwen thought of Tao Qian, this person was very mysterious, and he could hardly see through Tao Qian's thoughts. What, the only thing that is certain is that he cannot be allowed to undergo surgery. Tao Qian is very angry.