Crazy Psychologist

Mu Chun stood up, made a cup of coffee, put seven ice cubes in it, called Zhang Wenwen and inquired about the situation of thoracic surgery.

As a comrade, Zhang Wenwen was extremely reliable and quickly informed Muchun of He Ping's current situation.

"In short, it's not optimistic. It still depends on whether there are indications for surgery. When will you come for consultation?" Zhang Wenwen asked.

"It should be soon, maybe this afternoon or early tomorrow morning." Muchun guessed.

"I'm here, and I just want to tell you about the patient last time. Senior Sister Xiao has got results." Zhang Wenwen's voice was a little nervous.

"Okay, let's talk when I get there. I hope there will be some good things before the year comes." Muchun said with emotion.

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Sure enough, after lunch, Zhang Hai called Muchun again and said that the hospital had made arrangements. If Dr. Mu Chun had time, he would come to the hospital in the afternoon.

Mu Chun checked the itinerary and saw that there were no patients with appointments in the afternoon, so he promised Zhang Hai to come to Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center at 1:30. Zhang Hai said that he would also go there, so the two made an appointment to meet downstairs in the surgical ward.

Muchun stood outside Chu Sisi's clinic and knocked on the door.

"Teacher, what's the matter?" Chu Sisi stood up and asked.

Seeing the books and notes on Chu Sisi's desk, Muchun felt really happy for Chu Sisi's hard work and diligence.

"I'm going to the Zhinan Affiliated Hospital after lunch. If any patients come to see me, I'll trouble Dr. Chu. Also, if any old patients from the past come for follow-up consultations, remember to check up when necessary and prescribe medicine when necessary."

Muchun especially raised his voice for the last sentence, fearing that Chu Sisi could not hear clearly.

Eh? Short of money again?

Chu Sisi secretly thought, yes, maybe Senior Sister Xiao is back and Teacher Muchun has a girlfriend, so the expenses will probably be higher.

"I understand, teacher." Chu Sisi nodded seriously after saying this.

"More." Muchun hesitated before speaking.

"Is there Liu Dandan? Tiantian and I both contacted him in the group @this morning, but he didn't reply to us. Tiantian said that he didn't see him working in the Department of Internal Medicine, so..." Chu Sisi will Tell Muchun what you know.

After hearing this, Muchun pursed his lips, and an ordinary brow furrowed on his ordinary face. After standing there and thinking for a moment, Muchun seemed to want to say something, but after thinking about it, he didn't say it.

Chu Sisi guessed that it was all about Liu Dandan. Liu Tiantian actually didn't find out the details of this matter. Maybe Dean Jia didn't really take it too seriously.

Speaking of which, Dean Jia is just a little old-fashioned and serious at work, and he is not a bad person. The teacher is a little too worried.

Normally I don’t see the teacher being so concerned about anything.

Thinking of this, Chu Sisi sent another message to Liu Dandan. Ten minutes later, Liu Dandan still didn't reply.

Chu Sisi asked Liu Tiantian again if she knew how Liu Dandan was doing. Liu Tiantian said that she had made a voice call and answered the phone. However, someone seemed to be arguing on the other end of the phone and could not hear clearly. However, Liu Tiantian did not say that he answered. Went to school, probably at home.

Speaking of which, I heard that Liu Dandan's family was in good condition before, but recently Liu Dandan has learned to be as picky and frugal as Muchun. I don't know why the two are so similar.

Anyway, he couldn't figure it out and couldn't contact Liu Dandan, so Chu Sisi had no choice but to continue studying.

The teacher said that it is best to finish studying all the textbooks written by my father within half a year. Speaking of which, my father has written 6 textbooks and imported and translated 5 books by foreign professors. To finish these, there are already 11 books. .

Thinking of this, Chu Sisi had no choice but to continue worrying about Liu Dandan. She could only wait for him to tell everyone what happened.

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After arriving at Zhinan Affiliated, Mu Chun did not have time to see Zhang Wenwen or go to Mu Xiao's clinic. Instead, he went directly to the surgical inpatient building.

This building was built more than ten years ago. Although the medical technology level of Zhinan Affiliated has been improving over the years, Zhinan Affiliated is also one of the top large hospitals in Raohai City. Every working day The number of outpatient clinics is also staggering, but this building still has a sense of age.

If you go to the door of the internal medicine or surgical clinic, you will know how many people spend most of the day or the whole day queuing for medical treatment in the hospital.

Of course, Zhang Wenwen is definitely a special case. He always seems to have a lot of time, and he can actually travel for more than a month without working in the hospital, which is definitely strange.

But what they heard from Fang Ming and the surgical inpatient nurse was another saying. It was said that Director Zhang of the Neurosurgery Department was always energetic and extremely efficient, so although he did not lead the neurosurgery department of the hospital after coming to Zhinan, There were no particularly good results, but several surgeries were added that could not be performed by the neurosurgery affiliated to Zhinan before. From this point of view, Zhang Wenwen can be regarded as having a skill that is popular all over the world.

In addition, Zhang Wenwen is also highly regarded by the dean in terms of external academic exchanges. With his outstanding appearance and easy-going attitude towards others, his popularity is natural. Young nurses have quietly chosen Zhang Wenwen as the mascot of Zhinan Affiliated.

Compared with Zhang Wenwen, the director of thoracic surgery Zheng Ran is a very serious and unsmiling doctor. Zhang Hai brought Mu Chun to Zheng Ran's office first, and saw Director Zheng working. The food next to him was already cold and he hadn't had time to eat it. over.

"Officer Zhang is here." Seeing Zhang Hai and Muchun walking in, Zheng Ran stood up and said hello.

"Well, this is Dr. Muchun, who I mentioned to you, from Huayuanqiao Community Health Center. I think He Ping's condition is not very good, so I asked Dr. Muchun to come over early."

Zhang Hai briefly introduced Dr. Muchun to Zheng Ran.

Zheng Ran is not tall, only 170cm in height, and is very thin. He wears glasses, but his voice is very clear.

"Dr. Mu from the Department of Psychosomatics is probably a protégé of Professor Chu Xiaofeng from Beijing Yi University, and he is also a recent Weibo celebrity." Zheng Ran stretched out his hand in front of Mu Chun.

Muchun quickly reached out and shook it, "No, no, I'm just a doctor in a community hospital."

Mu Chun noticed that Zheng Ran's hands were cold and he looked a little tired, so he asked, "Has Director Zheng just had the surgery not long ago?"

Zheng Ran raised his eyes and looked at Mu Chun, only to see Mu Chun smiling slightly. After meeting Zheng Ran's eyes, he added: "Director Zheng, do you want to eat first?"

Zhang Hai didn't understand what Mu Chun meant, thinking that the director didn't say he was hungry. Why don't you hurry up and see He Ping when you're already here? What kind of thing is it to rush Zheng Ran to eat.

Could it be that Dr. Muchun was a little tired after coming here from Huayuan Bridge and needed a rest?

"Ah? Is this the legendary watching, hearing and asking questions?" Zheng Ran smiled heartily.

Muchun shook his head and said modestly: "I just happened to see the rice untouched on the table."

Although Mu Chun smiled implicitly, Zheng Ran didn't think it was that simple. Everyone was a doctor, and although looking, hearing and asking questions usually refers to traditional Chinese medicine, when they first met, this psychosomatic doctor observed so carefully, and he was so natural and unobtrusive. Show traces.

Zheng Ran picked up the lunch box and patted Muchun's arm when he passed by Mu Chun. Mu Chun suddenly felt that Dr. Zheng's hands were really strong.

The two had a good first impression of each other.

Then, Zheng Ran put the lunch box in the microwave, heated it, took it out, and ate while listening to Zhang Hai explain what happened to He Ping again.

"Did Dr. Muchun go to the home of the girl who committed suicide? It sounds exactly like what was said on Weibo. So many resources were used, including doctors, police and ambulances. Fang Ming from our hospital The doctor has also gone, and this matter has been widely spread in the hospital. Of course, the fact that we are spreading this matter is not because we are interested in what happened to this girl, but mainly because of Fang Ming's It has a relatively good reputation.”

Zheng Ran finished his meal in less than five minutes. Muchun looked at the time and wanted Director Zheng to rest for two minutes before chatting, but Zheng Ran didn't look like someone who could take the time to rest.

After Zheng Ran finished eating, he returned to his small desk.

His desk is not neat. Compared with the way he feels, it seems a little messy.

"Surgery is like this. It makes you laugh. You see, it's just before two o'clock in the afternoon. There should be three doctors here, but I am here alone now. If it weren't for waiting for you, I might be preparing for surgery again. ."

Zheng Ran tidied the table as he spoke, then took out a medical record and handed it to Mu Chun.

"Dr. Mu has a clinical background, so he should be able to understand this, but there is not much to see. He Ping's condition is not good, and his condition is..."

Muchun could see that Zheng Ran was the kind of doctor who would tell the patient objectively what the condition was like. Not only was there nothing wrong with this, but this was what everyone did in most cases.

Although it is difficult to tell a good person that he has a difficult-to-treat disease, this is what doctors face every day. Many doctors will go through this stage when they first start working: how to tell a child that he is sick; how to tell a husband that his wife is terminally ill; how to tell a good person that his life has entered a countdown.

Illness is bad news for anyone, and no one wants to hear that they are sick or that a loved one is sick.

And doctors are often the ones who have to deal with this kind of thing all the time, and they're the ones who have to tell another person that you have a certain disease.

Especially surgeons.

Muchun admired this very much. It was not easy to do this.

Most people's common sense may think that there is nothing difficult about doctors. It's not that they are sick anyway. It's just that you tell others that you are sick, and they don't lose their hair and don't feel any pain.

This is not the case at all.

In contrast, the Department of Psychosomatics does not seem to have such a problem. On the contrary, the Department of Psychosomatics does not strictly define all conditions as a certain [disease].

More often than not, patients have a complex state of one or more diseases, and sometimes it is useless to tell them what the disease is.

Of course, there are different views on this point among different psychosomatic doctors. Mu Chun remembers that when he was studying, some of his classmates thought that the treatment methods of the psychosomatic department should all be inclined towards the diagnosis and treatment of mental illness, so as to be more similar to other departments. way to treat patients.

Clearly communicate the diagnosis to the patient and identify the problem.

For example: [Anxiety disorder], that is to let the patient know that you have an anxiety disorder. Those students think that the patient will be better able to actively participate in treatment after knowing clearly that he has an [Anxiety disorder], and the doctor and patient can also reach a unified understanding more quickly. therapeutic purposes.

Muchun did not deny the rationality of this method, but the complexity of psychosomatic treatment determines that telling the patient what the disease is sometimes does not help, and may even increase the patient's psychological burden, and sometimes there will be A case of overdiagnosis.

While Muchun was still reading He Ping's medical records, Zhang Hai confirmed his condition to Zheng Ran again. Zheng Ran nodded, "Yes, it's the same as what you said before, and in fact, He Ping himself is also very aware of his condition. .”

"He knows his condition very well?" Muchun raised his head and asked.

"Yes, he is very clear and calm, and he seems to be controlling his condition well." Zheng Ran said while pouring some hot water for himself.

"Do you want some water?"

After pouring, Zheng Ran remembered that Muchun and Zhang Hai had been in the office for so long and they had not asked if they wanted to drink water.

This is what Zheng Ran is not used to. As soon as he steps into the hospital and the surgical ward, Zheng Ran's mind is filled with patients, operations and dangers.

A state of excitement and fatigue is Zheng Ran's daily working state.

"No, thank you." Muchun replied.

Zhang Hai shook his head. As a policeman, he had never had the habit of getting a glass of water wherever he went. This was all businessman politeness. He didn't like this kind of time-wasting politeness.

"Can I understand why Ping knew about his condition and had gone to the hospital for examination before?"

Muchun asked.

"Probably, otherwise how could he, a music student, know that he was sick? Even if he guessed or looked up information on the Internet, he wouldn't know that clearly, but" Zheng Ran paused, looked at the computer screen and shook it. Shake his head.

"But what? There is no medical record of him?" Muchun asked.

Zheng Ran raised his head and glanced at Mu Chun, who was standing by the table, then turned to look at Zhang Hai, who was standing not far behind him, and said, "Hey, this psychosomatic doctor is quite interesting. Why is he so distracted?" Damn it, you seem to know everything?"

Zhang Hai shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I feel the same way. I don't know if others feel the same way."

"Well, are you all so good at the Department of Psychosomatics? I mean you can see through everything at a glance?" Zheng Ran asked with a smile.