Crazy Psychologist

"Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Gang was still immersed in fantasy. He hadn't swallowed the coffee in his mouth yet. He only saw a pen shaking left and right in front of him.

"Mr. Zhou Gang, I don't see what's wrong with you. If you feel uncomfortable in your cervical spine, you can go to the surgery to take a X-ray. If you don't want to go to the surgery and wait in line, I can also give you a checkup here. Do you think it's okay? need?"

Zhou Gang touched his neck again and said, "No, not for now."

"Can you tell me why you came to the mind and body department?"

Muchun asked straight to the point.

"I, I have already told Dr. Chu Sisi, so there is no need to talk to Dr. Mu again."

"It is indeed not necessary, but Dr. Chu may not be able to treat you in the future."

Muchun said with a sad face.

"Why?" Zhou Gang jumped up from his seat anxiously.

Muchun waved his hand to signal Zhou Gang to sit down.

"Because you don't have any disease. If you don't have any disease, why would Dr. Chu treat you?"

"How come I'm not sick? I am sick. I can't sleep well and my heart beats faster. I, I'm afraid of talking when there are many people. I still..."

"What else do you have? If you can't sleep well, I think it has something to do with your cervical spine problem. Can you feel a small, even bulge on the back of your neck?"

Zhou Gang reached out and touched it, and indeed felt a uniform bump on the back of his neck.

"Do you like to maintain a certain position when sleeping? No matter if you are tired or not, you have to maintain that position in order to sleep?"

Zhou Gang's face turned red when he was told something that was on his mind, and he slowly put down his hand, looking panicked.

Why are there no similarities between psychosomatic doctors and psychosomatic doctors? Dr. Chu is so gentle, and he always talks after Zhou Gang. With Zhou Gang as the center, Dr. Muchun is completely the opposite, saying that he is a doctor? No, no, it would be better to say that he is more like a detective.

Moreover, Dr. Muchun didn't let him talk to him properly at all, but Zhou Gang felt that he would not say anything to a male doctor like Muchun.

"For example, do you like to sleep in one direction when sleeping, but if you change the direction, you will feel uneasy? This situation is very common. Some patients with shoulder strain have been sleeping in one direction for many years. This is also because they have been sleeping in one direction for many years. Sleeping in one direction puts greater pressure on the muscles and tissues on one side, leading to chronic strain over time.”

When Zhou Gang heard this, he did feel that his right shoulder seemed to be aching, sore and swollen.

"Yes, it is true. I am used to sleeping on my right side. The doctor was right about this."

"Are you used to sleeping with something in your arms, or something special? Let me tell you a story. I once heard a classmate tell a story about his kindergarten days. He said that at that time, he was still I don’t know much about it, but I just feel that every time he takes a nap, there will always be a hand reaching for his blanket, and then slowly approaching him from under the blanket, very close.”

Muchun's speaking speed became slower and slower, and Zhou Gang was gradually attracted by the tone of Mu Chun's words. When Muchun suddenly stopped, he felt uncomfortable all over.

It's like listening to a two-sentence horror novel.

The first sentence says: "When my boyfriend told me he was carrying my child."

The storyteller suddenly stopped talking.

"When the last person on earth was sitting in the living room of his home, there was a sudden knock on the door."

"I have always wanted to know, what is your oversized scythe for? I asked when Death took me to the underground world.

Death said:''"

When the storyteller stopped talking, Zhou Gang naturally felt empty in his heart and asked tremblingly: "What happened next?"

"Later? Oh, I heard a classmate tell a story about his kindergarten days. He said that at that time he was still ignorant and didn't know much. He just felt that every time he took a nap, there would always be a hand reaching for his blanket. , and then slowly approached him from under the blanket, very close, very close, very close.”

Muchun stretched out his right hand and made the shape of a claw in mid-air.

"What happened next?" Zhou Gang felt that there were ants crawling behind him.

"At that time, my classmates were only as big as kindergarten children. Every time they took a nap."

Zhou Gang quickly said: "A hand reached into his blanket, and then slowly approached him, very close, very close, very close. What next?"

This time, this story came out of Zhou Gang's mouth. He felt that his throat was getting more and more tense, as if the little hand hidden under the blanket had polished a small match in his throat. "

"The hand slowly placed on my classmate's"

Muchun stopped again. His hand had been placed less than 10cm above Zhou Gang's thigh. Zhou Gang shivered and felt a strong electric current flowing through his body.

This reminded him of the uneasy but endless pleasure he felt when talking to Chu Sisi.

"What happens next?" Zhou Gang couldn't wait any longer. He had already entered into some kind of crazy excitement.

It was simply more exciting than talking to Dr. Chu.

Mu Chun blinked at Zhou Gang with a coquettish and frivolous look, and the hand on Zhou Gang's thigh seemed to draw an arc in the air.

Zhou Gang suddenly felt as if he had been licked by a cat with its furry paws and moist tongue. He was indescribable~

"Do you have such a story? Tell me. If you tell me one, I will tell you one too. Men, there are many such stories."

After Muchun finished speaking, he slowly stretched out his hand.

The skin all over Zhou Gang's body was squished together, and layers of goosebumps appeared on the surface of his limbs and torso. He almost wanted to jump up or grab Mu Chun's shoulders to ask him to finish the story, but now this doctor actually let him He exchanges a story.

That's right, men, there are many such stories.

So Zhou Gang swallowed his saliva and told Mu Chun a story about how he secretly used a telescope to watch a girl take a shower.

"I actually can't see anything clearly." Zhou Gang said.

"Can't you see clearly? How many times have you seen it?" Mu Chun asked, with a look of curiosity on his face.

"So many times, I lost count, so many times, but I really never saw it clearly once."

Zhou Gang gritted his teeth and smiled.

Mu Chun waved his hands understandingly, "I understand, I understand, I know how to play, I know how to play!"

After finishing speaking, he lay down on his back on the chair, rubbed his palms together, and sat up again after a while, saying, "Is there any other story like this? It's better to be the real thing, the real thing."

"It's all true!" Zhou Gang became interested, and now it's not easy for Muchun to stop him.