Crazy Psychologist

Shen Zifeng, who clearly felt that Muchun was perfunctory with him again, was on the verge of explosion.

If Chu Sisi hadn't just walked in, Shen Zifeng might have dragged Muchun up from the chair. Although he didn't know why he wanted to do this, there was no way around it.

"Mu Chun, will Fang Ming be okay?" Shen Zifeng had a feeling of being a living doctor.

"I still believe in Director Fang. He needs to rest. The best way is to sleep more. When he wakes up, he will be half better." After speaking, Mu Chun changed the subject and said, "It's Dr. Chu's meal time. , how about you go to dinner and I’ll receive the outpatients here?”

Chu Sisi understood, "Well, okay, I'll go first. There is another patient behind who has already registered. He may be on the fifth floor soon. Otherwise, Dr. Shen will go downstairs with me?"

"Mu Chun, why do I feel that I have misjudged you? Director Fang originally said that your Department of Mind and Body is just a decoration. If you can really treat any patients, you can only say that the patients themselves have no serious illness. Before, I said I always told Director Fang that we should not underestimate Dr. Muchun. If Dr. Muchun had not helped us during several surgical emergencies, there would have been nothing we could have done.

Director Fang Ming gradually came to believe that the Department of Psychosomatics can indeed help patients. However, regarding this recent matter, I really feel that Dr. Muchun is a little too careless. Do you think it is best to keep less control among colleagues in the hospital? Keep busy so as not to get into unnecessary trouble. "

Seeing Shen Zifeng in full anger, as if he were putting French fries into the frying pan, Chu Sisi thought about how to help Teacher Muchun out of the situation, so she didn't know how she came up with the idea that there would be a patient soon.

Shen Zifeng was also a good doctor who was dedicated to his job. When he heard Chu Sisi say there were patients behind him, he had no choice but to glare at Mu Chun and give up.

Mu Chun stopped Shen Zifeng who was about to leave, "Take it - eat!" Mu Chun said, throwing a bag of salty sliced ​​bread to Shen Zifeng, and then said: "Director Fang Ming is not here. You don’t have time to eat, right? There’s never any leisure time in surgery, so just eat a few bites of bread before going down.”

Shen Zifeng took the bread and didn't know what to say. He just felt very uneasy. As he went downstairs, he chewed the bread and thought that he had been following Fang Ming for so many years. It seemed that he had never thought that one day Fang Ming would What should I do if Teacher Ming is no longer around?

This kind of thought has never occurred before, which is why I am so nervous. But Muchun is different. He is from a more objective perspective, or he is an outsider, so he is calm and calm.

But one thing Mu Chun said is right. Without Director Fang Ming, the Department of Surgery can only rely on him alone, and there are no interns. Huayuanqiao Community Health Center does not plan to recruit new surgeons before the new building is put into use. .

Thinking of this, Shen Zifeng quickened his pace and returned to the clinic. Looking at the registration system, the screen showed that there were 11 more patients lined up behind.

Fortunately, after eating a few bites of bread, there was no chance of resting for a while.

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The advantage of light-blocking curtains is that no matter what time of the day you go to sleep, as long as you draw the light-blocking curtains with enough effect, you can immediately turn day into night and turn the bedroom into a completely dark world.

For Fang Ming, who often works night shifts, light-blocking curtains are simply his biggest magic weapon to adjust his work schedule.

It wasn't that Fang Ming didn't want to get up, or that he didn't want to go to work, or that he didn't answer the phone on purpose. He seemed to have fallen into a black quagmire, surrounded by a quagmire that made people feel powerless.

Fang Ming was stuck in the quagmire. He could hear the sounds of the outside world, knew that the outside world still existed, and knew that patients at Huayuanqiao Hospital were queuing outside the outpatient clinic.

He could even hear the patients talking.

In his dazed sleep, Fang Ming also vaguely heard the chatter between family members in the ward of Zhinan Affiliated Hospital.

So close, but he was just cut off from it all.

He is hungry, but cannot get out of bed to eat; he is thirsty, but cannot drink water.

His thoughts turned into "Fang Ming" countless times. He sat up on the bed, lowered his legs to the bedside, put on his slippers, and walked around the single sofa chair next to the bed, which was the chair he often sat on when reading. Go through the living room with dark gray walls and walk to the kitchen. On the top of the white cabinet, to the right of the sink, is a cabinet with two doors. Open the right half of the cabinet door with your right hand. At the edge is a bag of Australian quick-cooked food. oatmeal.

Although this cereal can be eaten immediately, it is too hard. Fang Ming always boils it in milk before eating it.

Fang Ming, who had imagined it, leaned the cereal against the plate rack stacked with three large white plates, and turned to face the double-door refrigerator diagonally opposite the cabinet.

The refrigerator is very large, and it is also a smart shopping refrigerator.

When the refrigerator door was opened, there was only a bottle of beef sauce that had been used once, a bottle of ketchup that had been used twice, and a box of corn tortillas.

Corn tortillas are a common ingredient in Mexican cuisine and are used to make a food called tacos.

Fang Ming likes this kind of food, so he must have tortillas in his refrigerator, and the boxed tortillas have a very long shelf life and can be eaten with fresh salad vegetables and sour cream.

Unfortunately, there was sour cream waiting quietly in the corner of the refrigerator, but there were none of the vegetables.

So, when his consciousness returned to the bed, Fang Ming felt extremely depressed.

He reluctantly turned over, his head was dizzy, thinking that he seemed to have really been to the kitchen just now, and it seemed that he had really been there.

Fang Ming had never experienced this state before.

He didn't know how to deal with it, so he fell asleep again.

My cell phone has long since run out of battery due to too many incoming calls.

Fang Ming didn't have the energy to get up and charge his phone. He just didn't want to move, think, or even know what time it was today or what time it was.

What are people outside doing now?

A complete isolation from the world, a state of complete energyless nothingness.

The next day, it was still the same.

On the third day, at noon, Fang Ming woke up from a long sleep, and suddenly his mind went blank.

"I must have encountered something difficult." Part of Fang Ming's consciousness told him that he must have encountered something very painful.

But why can’t I seem to feel it?

In other words, it seems that the string called pain can no longer make a deafening sound.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes

Time gradually passed, and Fang Ming felt that there was no discomfort in his body, and there was no dizziness in his head as he had imagined.