Crazy Psychologist

"Isn't it? A superhero! Would you rather be Captain America or Superman?" Liu Tiantian tilted his head with a sly smile.

As luck would have it, Jia Tian also came over at this time carrying a briefcase.

"What are you doing at the door? Don't you have to go to work? The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and you don't even have the time to go to work, right?"

Dean Jia was as cold and stern as ever, without a word of sympathy for his colleagues.

Mu Chun has long been used to it, but what he is not used to is Dean Jia sitting in the car with a sad face. Thinking of Dean Jia's sad look at noon on Tuesday, Mu Chun simply suspected that Dean Jia had been dumped that day. Yep, maybe soul travel or something like time travel in online novels.

But this is the real world, and there is no such thing as time travel. After listening to Dean Jia's nagging, Muchun took the opportunity to follow the director into the hospital.

Liu Tiantian pouted helplessly behind Muchun, thinking that he must go up and ask clearly when he had time.

Mu Chun, who finally regained his freedom, walked quickly to the stairs. Although the hospital floor was not high, most people had to take the elevator to even the second floor, let alone the third and fourth floors.

Patients in the psychosomatic department are more disadvantaged. The smart ones will think of taking the elevator to the fourth floor, going around the stairs from the fourth floor and then walking to the fifth floor.

However, most people will be misled by the signs next to the elevator. Under the influence of preconceived guidance, they will walk to the stairs, complain about why there is no elevator, and walk to the fifth floor.

Unless there is a need to accompany a patient in the elevator, Mu Chun usually walks all the way from the first floor to the fifth floor, and today is certainly no exception. He walked very quickly and didn't say hello again when he passed Dean Jia.

‘It’s not necessary. ’ Muchun thought so.

What's more, he showed such a sad look in front of Muchun a few days ago. Muchun believes that everyone has hidden emotions, and those emotions are not willing to be discovered by others. Once they are accidentally seen by others, there will inevitably be some confusion when they meet again. A bit embarrassing.

Muchun disliked this kind of embarrassment, so he rarely provided any form of treatment to his colleagues, whether to avoid suspicion or trouble.

But that’s the way life is, it’s normal for things to go the other way.

Not long ago, Fang Ming's incident has given Muchun a headache. Fortunately, this incident does not seem to cause any trouble for the time being, but who knows, maybe one day an article will say, "Psychiatrist gets drunk in a bar". This article is about fearing that the world will not be in chaos.

No, maybe then it won’t just be about the doctor going to drink. Maybe the title will be: [Superhero was also an alcoholic in the past]

If Mu Chunlai had written it, the latter title would obviously be more eye-catching.

As soon as Muchun reached the stairs, the person he wanted to avoid stopped him from behind.

"Mu Chun, what happened before."

Jia Tian never thought that he would need to talk to Muchun like this, but now he couldn't help it. He felt uncomfortable if he didn't say something, and he didn't know what to say when he did.

The main reason behind this is that Jia Tian's brain does not agree to think about "how to talk to Muchun".

His brain is constantly running an ancient mechanism called "fight or flight."

In the face of difficulties and troubles, human beings are inherently lazy, because the nature of the brain is to restore everything to its original calm state, so the brain will refuse to acknowledge it for the first time, and then not think about it.

It is a pity that in addition to ancient brains, humans also have more modern rational thinking. The two always have to fight. Sometimes the ancient brains win with cold weapons, and sometimes the modern brains win with the rationality they think they have.

Naturally, Muchun deeply understood the conflict of "escape and fight" that Dean Jia was facing now.

He gently said in a voice that could only be heard by Dean Jia, "Dean Jia, do you want me to report on what happened at Fengchuan No. 1 Prison?"

When Jia Tian heard this, he felt relieved. Although Mu Chun's words were completely unexpected, they sounded nice, and they were reasonable and timely.

Jia Tian cleared his throat, raised his voice and said, "Ah, we really should talk about the matters at Fengchuan No. 1 Prison. After all, this is the first time that our hospital's Department of Psychosomatics has cooperated with the prison system."

"Yes, then I will go to your place to report on the work situation."

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As a result, this so-called report ended in less than ten minutes, and Jia Tian did not express much agreement or satisfaction. In fact, when Muchun introduced "drama therapy", Jia Tian felt that this matter sounded a bit childish.

However, he did not say it on the spot. Instead, he used the leader's usual method and said to Muchun: "I think it is necessary to learn more about the specific content of the drama therapy treatment plan. Is there any written information that Mu Chun can give me? Take a look at it, a copy is enough, no original is required, or you can send it to the email address of the dean’s office.”

Muchun naturally agreed, and whatever the dean said would be whatever he said.

When turning to leave the dean's office, a woman blocked Muchun's way.

This woman looks to be in her early forties. At first glance, her temperament is slightly similar to Zhang Mei. She has shoulder-length wavy short hair and a light yellow short down jacket. Her makeup is elegant and decent, but the bloodshot eyes and the tiredness lingering around her eyes are not. It is visible at a glance.

Dean Jia didn't see a guest coming outside the door. He turned his back to the door to get hot water into the tea cup. Knowing that Muchun hadn't gone far, he said, "Mu Chun, if there is a prison over there."

What was originally a normal sentence was as strong as the sound of thunder in this guest's ears.

"Are you Muchun?" the guest asked with a frown.

"Well, I am." Muchun said.

"Very good, I was just planning to find you after looking for your dean." After the guest finished speaking, he walked to the dean's office grandly without anyone's invitation, and then pulled out the chair opposite dean Jia's desk. Continued: "Are you the director of Garden Bridge Community Health Center?"

Jia Tian had already finished receiving the water and was about to take a sip when he saw a woman in front of him who looked like she was not coming to see a doctor. She did not put the hand holding the cup to her mouth, but tightened the lid and put it back on the table.

"I'm not the president, I'm the vice president of this hospital. My name is Jia Tian."

"Very good, it would be great if both of you are here. Let me ask you something. You are doctors, right? You were the first two doctors who saw my daughter having an accident in the dormitory, right?"

'daughter? Something happened? ’

Jia Tian and Muchun naturally understood which daughter the guest in front of them was talking about and what she was referring to.

"What happened?" Muchun asked.