Crazy Psychologist

"I have read all of Professor Chu's books. His teaching mainly focuses on showing unconditional care to patients, and then listening to their thoughts, analyzing the hidden things in their narratives that they themselves are not aware of, finding the source of pain, and resolving them. , and then slowly communicate with them, gradually melting the frozen heart, and gradually healing.”

"Wow, it sounds very warm. Professor Chu must be a warm man."

Chu Sisi glared at Liu Tiantian. Liu Tiantian felt that the atmosphere was not right and went downstairs carrying the soda bottle.

"Teacher, will Lin Xiaogang and his mother reconcile in the future? Will he still faint on purpose like this?"

Muchun shook his head, expressionless.

"You don't know either?"

"I'm not a god, and I'm not a roundworm in their stomachs, okay?"

"But I think you just know, how on earth do you know."

Maybe.

Maybe Muchun really knows. He doesn't know where his knowledge comes from. Sometimes he wants to find out, but it's like a mosquito bites him and flies away immediately. This feeling is fleeting, and then he comes back again. Get involved in the repetitive work.

A psychotherapist at work.

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A psychotherapist's day begins with a cup of coffee with seven ice cubes.

"Doctor, they say I'm possessed."

The man was unkempt, as if he hadn't been out for months. His skin was as white as paper, but his nails were long and dirty.

"Doctor, am I really possessed by evil spirits? I finally went out to see a doctor today. I mustered up the courage to see a doctor."

Muchun sat on the chair, neither lying down nor leaning on it, but listened carefully to the person in front of him repeating the story of being possessed by the evil spirit, a full 21 times.

From the moment he entered the clinic to the time the ice cubes in Muchun's cup completely melted, the man said the same thing 21 times in total.

"Bewitched."

After 21 times, Muchun said two words, "Evil."

The man nodded, "That's what my wife said. Later we divorced and she said I was possessed."

"You are 31 years old. When did this happen?"

"It's been more than two years, I don't know how it happened."

The man blinked, and Chu Sisi watched his every move carefully. He looked like a normal person, but upon closer inspection, he looked a little different.

He looked a little nervous. His body had not moved since he sat on the chair, and he could not move more than half a centimeter on the chair.

How uncomfortable is it to sit like this?

"You don't want to cut your nails either?"

"Well, you can't cut it."

"Let the nurse cut it for you."

Muchun blinked at Chu Sisi, who walked towards the patient with nail clippers.

"Left hand first." Chu Sisi said.

"Ah, does the hospital still trim patients' nails now?"

"Our Dr. Chu especially likes to cut the patient's nails, just like you like to keep your nails. People may have such an extreme attitude towards nails."

"What? Is there any?"

Muchun nodded swornly, "Yes, of course the doctor said yes. Why did I lie to you?"

Chu Sisi grabbed the patient's hand. Just as the nail clippers were about to cut off, the patient suddenly pulled out his hand.

"No, I don't want it anymore, I won't cut it anymore."

"Can I still come to see a doctor tomorrow? Diseases in the psychosomatic department require frequent follow-up visits."

Muchun quickly recorded on the computer, while the patient stared at the tabletop in front of him without looking anywhere else.

He is like a robot. Yes, Chu Sisi thinks this description is more appropriate. He is like a robot, and a robot with a relatively low-level program.

"My wife divorced me because I was possessed. Their whole family thought I was possessed. I was about to be promoted. Suddenly one day, I realized that I couldn't wash my hair, cut my nails, or even take a shower. ."

"So you haven't had a shower in over two years?"

Muchun didn't look at the man, just stared at his screen and asked questions.

The man didn't look at Muchun, he just stared at the small piece of tabletop in front of him and answered the question.

It seemed that only by looking at the table like this could the man answer Muchun's question.

"Two years and 21 days, I only go out on 21 days or days that are multiples of 21."

"So the next follow-up visit will be in seven days?"

"Yes, I haven't looked at the calendar for more than two years. I count time 21/7."

"What about 14 days?"

The man suddenly looked up with a horrified look on his face, "Not for 14 days, it's unlucky."

"What's unlucky?"

The coffee changed from iced to room temperature, and Muchun didn't even take a sip.

"Unlucky, 14, 14 is unlucky."

The man answered carefully, as if what he said would offend some god.

After that, there was another annoying silence.

The sycamore trees outside the window were making a huffing sound, and the autumn wind was blowing the autumn sunshine. It had not rained for a week in a row. Chu Sisi could not imagine not taking a shower for a week, let alone two years without a shower.

"14 is unlucky, so I guess, 42 is also unlucky, and you can't go out for follow-up appointments on the day 42."

"Yes."

A man's voice is thin and silky.

"Why can't you cut your nails? Are you offending something? A ghost? A ghost? Or someone who died?"

The man looked at Muchun's eyes and suddenly a ray of light emerged from the chaos.

The light was fleeting and soon dimmed again.

When Muchun didn't speak, he pressed his lips together tightly and looked solemn.

It was the first time Chu Sisi saw him so quiet.

On weekdays, I don't feel such a deep sense of depression even when I'm not talking.

The atmosphere in the outpatient room also became tense and strange.

It was still autumn in September, but there was a feeling of winter desolation. The white walls were like a lake in Hokkaido in winter, revealing a bottomless silence.

The morning light was clearly warm, and the air conditioner was not turned on in the room, but with this man as the center, waves of chill spread around.

"42 is also unlucky."

Muchun repeated it, speaking very slowly, sounding intermittent.

"Yes, it's unlucky. I've never told anyone, but it just feels like something bad will happen, so I won't go out for 42 days."

"What about 49? It must not be safe, right?"

"49 is the scariest."

The man covered his mouth with his hand and lowered his head, so that his bird's nest-like hair touched the table.

"49, you know, it's easy to guess."

"Well, 49 is a person who has died in the seventh week. This is a superstitious saying, but there are some things that always sound chilling."

The man nodded vigorously, and a glimmer of light flashed again in his gray eyes.

This time, Chu Sisi saw clearly. The light was not so much bright as it just made his dim and dull eyes move slightly.

Some of this man's thoughts seemed somewhat familiar.