Crazy Psychologist

Everyone wants to get first place in the first qualifier, after all, the first place can directly enter the finals, and if you choose unfamiliar songs in the first qualifier, it is almost like trying to kick yourself out.

Bai Lu can be considered willful.

Even her husband He Ping couldn't help frowning when he found out, and said, "Although it's no problem for Bai Lu, maybe Bach would be better. If the youth group only needs to choose one piece of music, why not choose Bach?"

It's really a joke. It's not someone else's turn to make decisions about your own game.

Bai Lu encouraged herself to think about everything after the game, adjusted her breathing, walked slowly to the piano, and bowed gracefully.

She is too familiar with all this and cannot make mistakes. For a professional pianist, no matter what difficulties she has, she cannot bring it into her performance.

Even if he didn't sleep at all the night before, even if his heart beat was completely out of rhythm.

Lighting - a bit harsh.

It's the misty fog on the windows, as if a banshee is about to dance at any moment.

A ferocious face appeared on the face of every judge in the jury box, and demons filled the concert hall.

The sour smell rushed into Bai Lu's respiratory tract, yes, a woman's, a man's, an ugly sour smell.

There was once such a sour smell rotting from the inside out in her body, but now it has all escaped, and the demons lurking in the dark corners around the stage are all waiting for an opportunity.

The sound of people whispering seemed to be ringing in Bai Lu's ears.

People said, "This is Bai Lu. Her husband is a rapist and a domestic abuser."

Domestic violence, rape, such a harsh voice, how could it be lurking on such a sacred and solemn stage with such an ugly weapon.

How can you tarnish the temple of music.

The audience is waiting, waiting for ridicule and pity.

A has-been female pianist, no matter how famous she is, she has been a shining star since she was a child.

There are always people who remember her, know her, and can string her past into a candied haws, and then pick it up and put it in the cold air, in the cinders, in the hot oil.

Breathe, adjust your breathing.

The doctor seemed to have taught her how to breathe, one, two, three

No, it can't be done.

My mind went blank.

The silence in the audience is a quiet restlessness, urging the performers not to waste time.

Yes, the long adjustment has to begin.

The lights are on and the music is about to start.

Bai Lu, your life cannot fall on other people's mistakes, and your life cannot fall on your favorite piano.

This is your last stage.

Bai Lu recalled the feeling when her favorite pianist Gurda played the first movement of Piano Sonata No. 12 in F major.

Cheerful, relaxed, natural, full and smart sound.

Imagine another player sitting at the piano.

From the first bar, the rhythm starts, and the melody follows closely, like a maze. Musicians do not recite and memorize the score while playing, they memorize it through various senses.

From the path through to the garden, the fragrance of flowers followed by the sunlight pouring down from the fountain.

"This is wrong." Xiaohai grabbed Muchun's arm and said softly.

Ten seconds later, Xiaohai pinched Muchun's arm again, and Muchun became nervous.

There is also a mistake here. This piece by Mozart is not a popular piece. Music lovers are familiar with it, so it is not difficult to accurately hear the error.

It was too easy for Gong Hai.

The auditorium was quiet at first, but gradually whispers came from several corners.

wrong!

wrong again!

This player is in the wrong state!

Aren't you well prepared?

It is impossible not to be well prepared. Poor condition is the only possible reason. There are almost no amateur players who can participate in the youth group of the Lechuan International Piano Competition. Each one has at least ten to twenty years of experience. Piano practice time, if these hours were connected into a rope, it would probably be able to circle the earth several times.

The palace began to collapse, the sun set, and the stars turned into meteorites and fell into the palace. The flowers on both sides of the path withered, turned black, and smelled of decay.

Finally, the black keys and white keys in front of me turned into disintegrated gray walls.

Everything is unclear.

My fingers no longer belong to me, and my breath no longer belongs to me.

Bai Lu, in everyone's doubts, fainted on the piano, and the piano made a heavy sound - duang! A sound.

"It's surrender!" Gong Hai said.

The judges were nervous and didn't know what was going on. The staff on the side quickly walked onto the stage. Bai Lu had already lost consciousness. "Call doctor, doctor." The staff shouted.

Gong Hai was silent and trembling all over, Mu Chun did not dare to leave Gong Hai alone in the audience, and Bai Lu lost consciousness again.

Muchun guessed that Xiao Hai fainted because of Bai Lu and might have thought of his father's death, so Xiao Hai was now in some kind of short-circuit state.

"Xiao Hai, Xiao Hai." Mu Chun pushed Xiao Hai's shoulder. Xiao Hai didn't respond, but his lips trembled slightly and his skin was pale.

"Xiaohai, daddy is going to save people now. Xiaohai, Teacher Bailu has fainted." Mu Chun said again.

"Teacher Bai Lu?" Gong Hai finally recovered and nodded sensibly, "Dad, go quickly, I'll wait for you here."

Muchun rushed to the stage, checked Bai Lu's condition, and said to the staff and judges: "I am a doctor. I need to prepare for first aid. Call the emergency number immediately. Also, can any of you find an AED defibrillator nearby?" ?”

Mu Chun had accurately calculated the time from the moment Bai Lu fainted on the piano. It was now 56 seconds, and in Bai Lu's current state, the most precious time for her was less than three minutes.

Mu Chun calculated Bai Lu's remaining time based on the golden 4-minute first aid time for cardiac arrest. There was no way for emergency personnel to arrive at the patient's location within four minutes, so Mu Chun asked the staff to immediately find an AED near the concert hall. Defibrillators.

Public places in densely populated places such as concert halls, airports, schools, cinemas, train stations, subway stations, shopping malls, etc. have already been equipped with a prescribed number of AED defibrillators.

AED defibrillator, full name Automated External Defibrillator, is an automatic external cardiac defibrillator, which is used when the injured person's pulse stops.

However, it will not shock the injured person who has no heart rate and whose electrocardiogram shows a straight horizontal line. In short, using a defibrillator itself does not restore the patient's heartbeat, which is misleading in many film and television programs, but uses an electric shock to terminate fatal arrhythmias (such as ventricular fibrillation, ventricular flutter, etc.), and then through the heart high The excitement of the pacemaker regains control of the heart's pulsation and allows the heart to resume beating (but some patients may not be able to resume their heartbeat after defibrillation due to their underlying heart disease. At this time, the automatic external defibrillator will indicate that there is no indication for defibrillation and recommend immediate perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation).

Muchun had already taken off his coat when he ran onto the stage. With the help of another staff member, Bai Lu was laid flat on the stage, and his pulse had disappeared.

sudden death!

Someone was saying nervously next to him, and the audience all ran to the stage to see what was going on, but they couldn't see anything clearly. They could only tell one person after another that it seemed to be a heart problem and that he seemed to be not breathing.

"Have you found the AED?" Mu Chun asked, while using his index and middle fingers to touch the carotid artery in the sternoclavicular process groove next to the thyroid cartilage to feel for pulsation.

After confirming that the pulse disappeared, Muchun began to perform extracardiac compression. He placed his knees at the level of the body surface in a white-dew supine position, aiming at the chest. He stretched out his hand and used his middle finger to find the joint between the ribs and the sternum with his middle finger. Place it on the sternum, use the heel of the other hand to be close to the index finger and place it on the sternum, then fold the other hand on the back of the hand on the sternum as a fingertip, lean forward with the hip joint as the fulcrum, and extend the arms. Press the heel of the palm straightly and vertically toward the sternum by 4-5 cm, then relax and return to the original position. Repeat this 30 times at a compression rate of 100-120 times per minute (that is, about 2 times per second).

There was silence in the small hall, and everyone's hearts were in their throats.

The judges didn't know what they could do, so they could only stand stiffly.

"Wake up, Bai Lu, wake up." Mu Chun shouted in his heart.

"Bai Lu, be strong. If you have any difficulties, I will help you, Bai Lu."

The average compression speed is 100 times per minute. After every 30 compressions, Muchun blows twice in accordance with the prescribed actions of cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Checked, no response.

no response.

In another group, perform 30 compressions at an average compression speed of 100 times per minute to ensure the patient's chest rebounds and inflates twice.

"Bai Lu, Bai Lu." Muchun kept shouting in his heart.

Everyone started to get restless, "I guess it won't work."

"It's so difficult like this."

Three minutes have passed and the AED has not yet arrived on stage.

Muchun's sweat had already soaked the dark gray knitted sweater.

An untrained person cannot achieve the level of Muchun. Similarly, if one can achieve the level of Muchun but still cannot restore Bai Lu's pulse, despair will begin to spread around the piano.

The prelude to death begins to sound.

The constant roaring in my ears,

Muchun didn't pay attention to this. He had no time to think about it. After five cycles, Bai Lu finally woke up.

It took another five minutes for the emergency personnel to arrive. Muchun asked Xiaohai if he wanted to see Teacher Bai Lu, and Xiaohai nodded in agreement.

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When He Ping rushed to the hospital, Bai Lu had already regained consciousness. After sleeping for five hours, Bai Lu's body also regained strength. He Ping seemed to have rushed to the hospital directly from the orchestra, with a look of regret on his face besides being worn by the world. sad.

After Mu Chun sent Xiaohai home, he kept chatting with Zhang Wenwen in Zhang Wenwen's clinic. When Bai Lu woke up, Mu Chun actually had nothing to say to her, but when He Ping came, Bai Lu called Mu Chun. I called him and asked him to come to the ward anyway.

In the two-person ward, the bed next to it was temporarily vacant. There were only three people in the ward, Mu Chun, Bai Lu, and He Ping.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Muchun. Fortunately, you were here this morning, otherwise I might not have been able to see the moon at night." Bai Lu said mockingly.

"This is what I should do, take a good rest, and we can wait until we have anything to say." Muchun suggested.

Bai Lu shook her head. The makeup was still on her face. Although it was a little smudged, she looked pretty good.

He Ping looked at his wife distressedly and said with concern: "Why did such a serious thing happen suddenly? I should have rushed back to watch your game."

He Ping wanted to reach out and grab Bai Lu's shoulders, but Bai Lu dodged and said, "It doesn't matter, this is my game."

The two fell into an awkward silence.

He Ping is very handsome, really very handsome. If there is any reason for a jazz trumpet star to become a popular star, handsomeness is probably one of the most important reasons.

In addition, he is talented. It is said that He Ping can be regarded as a late-blooming musical genius. Different from ordinary musical geniuses, Mozart and Paganini have shown amazing talents since childhood.

He Ping's talent was only recognized by everyone after he became famous, so in Bai Lu's mind, He Ping is the kind of person who works hard, studies hard, practices hard, and strives to become a performer that everyone likes.

Seeing that the two of them were silent in embarrassment, Mu Chun asked, "Why did Bai Lu faint? Didn't he sleep well at night? Or did he have a heart problem?"

Bai Lu shook her head, "There was nothing wrong with my heart when I was checked at your place before."

"Yes, no obvious organic problems were found this time." After speaking, Muchun glanced at He Ping and said, "Why don't you guys just chat first and I'll go out for a while."

"No, I think it would be better if the doctor is present. I'm worried that some people will also commit violent acts against me." Bai Lu looked at He Ping viciously.

He Ping leaned on the bed next to him very innocently.

"I thought you would believe me, just like I always believed in you. How could you really take this kind of news as fact?" He Ping raised the corners of his mouth, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

"You know the truth, right? A girl committed suicide because of you, and then sued you for sexual assault, rape, ah, would a girl say such things casually?" Bai Lu said through gritted teeth.

After saying that, his shoulders kept shaking. He Ping stood up and wanted to make her stop being so nervous. Bai Lu pushed He Ping away with one hand.

"Don't touch me, let's get a divorce." Bai Lu expressed her thoughts.

Maybe I should have done this a long time ago, but I was just lying to myself and the other party.

"What if I say it's all a misunderstanding? Will you believe me?" He Ping said calmly, with sadness and inexplicable expression on his handsome face. "I will let this girl explain everything clearly. There is no such thing as what she said." These things."

Bai Lu shook her head, tears streaming down her entire face. The weak sunlight outside the window shone on Bai Lu's face, and she couldn't see any heat.

"I really don't want to believe this kind of thing at all. The scandal doesn't matter. I admit it. After all, He Ping is a celebrity now. Who doesn't have some news in the entertainment era? But what you are doing now is a crime. You know about it. How many people have sent me messages after it happened? Even my parents were involved. Do you have any brains and have you ever thought about us? "

What Bai Lu said was not excessive at all. If He Ping really did this, it was really not excessive at all for her to say this to him. But from Muchun's point of view, He Ping did have something unspeakable. He didn't know if He Ping was willing to tell it under the current situation.

Maybe this is also Zhang Hai's suspicion. Zhang Hai mentioned on the phone yesterday that Xu Dan's words always seemed a bit strange.

Muchun looked at He Ping and found that the other person was also looking at him with pleading eyes, "I am a psychosomatic doctor, my name is Mu Chun."

When meeting He Ping for the first time, Muchun thought he should introduce himself.

He Ping seemed to know Mu Chun. After hesitating for two seconds, he said, "It's the doctor Mu Chun who ate hot pot with Bai Lu. Your video is quite popular."

"Yes, we are really a match made in heaven, but we neither hurt the doctor nor was the doctor reported to the police." Bai Lu snorted and continued to complain.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you going out to eat hot pot with the doctor. And as far as I know, the biggest contributor to the nanny murder case mentioned on Weibo a few days ago is also Dr. Muchun. The three of us seem to have been involved in the three recent hot news. The protagonist.”

He Ping's words were a bit bitter, Mu Chun laughed, Bai Lu cried, and He Ping himself became even more sad.

"Yeah, I don't know why it became a hot topic in the news. Maybe there are many misunderstandings that are related to each other. Maybe you, like me, have been misunderstood." Muchun tried to deepen the topic.

"I did not rape Xu Dan, nor did I commit domestic violence. None of this." He Ping denied all Xu Dan's accusations against him in one sentence.

"Then why didn't you clarify? Didn't your manager or the band's manager clarify this matter for you? The media is chasing after it relentlessly." Mu Chun said.

"Because there is no need. I believe that those who are clean will self-clean. I don't explain this kind of thing." He Ping sneered.

"No explanation?" Muchun frowned.

The conversation between the three fell into awkward silence again.

Bai Lu thought about the lack of clarification, and simply couldn't produce evidence to deny it. Mu Chun thought, why hasn't the memory gaze function been activated yet?

Is this function just for show?

"If there is a misunderstanding, it is better to explain it. After all, the police should come to you soon." Mu Chun suggested.

"I can't explain it. There's nothing to explain." He Ping turned his head in pain.

"Do you have any difficulties or any unspeakable secrets? For example, you should at least know Xu Dan, maybe you have had an intimate relationship with her, or are in an intimate relationship?" Mu Chun tried his best to speak tactfully, Take good care of Bai Lu's mood.

It is always difficult for a woman to calm down when her husband commits such a thing, otherwise Bai Lu would not have such a serious pathological reaction today.

"I won't explain this matter. Even if I'm taken to the police station, I won't explain it." He Ping stubbornly repeated the same words twice.

Then, he looked at Bai Lu whose tears had dried up on the hospital bed and said, "You are my wife. I hope you believe me. There is no such thing as what Xu Dan said. She did know me, and I did go to her house. But all the accusations against me are incorrect. Did you hear them clearly? They are all incorrect."