Crazy Psychologist

Yang Xing couldn't hear what Muchun and the nurse said anymore. After putting on his white coat, Yang Xing only had one thought in his mind. It would be nice to see what he looked like now.

Mu Chun took Yang Xing out of the medical room and walked through the warmly decorated corridor. The walls on both sides of the corridor were painted a light orange, giving it the feeling of an orange popsicle.

This color is too warm.

Yang Xing looked left and right, like a curious little mouse.

Light green leaf-shaped stickers hang on the wall. These stickers are used to decorate photos of the elderly people's daily life, eating, drinking tea and exercising.

This kind of old life is really happy.

While waiting for the elevator, Yang Xing couldn't help but ask Muchun, "Isn't this nursing home very expensive? At least 10,000 yuan a month, right?"

"Ten thousand yuan?" Muchun opened his mouth wide with a surprised expression.

Yang Xing wondered: "Is it more expensive than 10,000 yuan? That is also possible."

"Don't stare at the elevator door. Look to your left."

After Muchun finished speaking, he looked up at the numbers above the elevator and complained, "Why are you still on the third floor?" Then he sighed and shook his head.

Although the elevator door was really poor as a mirror, Yang Xing still enjoyed looking at herself in a white coat and wanted to take out her phone several times to take a selfie.

But if you take a selfie, you can only take a picture of your face. Fans will think that you are just wearing a top with a collar that looks more like a white coat.

This is not okay. If some fans think that Yang Xing just used a piece of clothing to pretend that the doctor can't fix it, it will be self-defeating and cause a lot of controversy.

This makes no sense. If you want to post it, you have to post a full-body photo. It is best to take a casual work photo, so that if you post it in your own circle, it will attract more positive comments.

Yang Xing does not consider himself to be a small Internet celebrity who sells goods. Of course, it is not that he has never sold goods, but this kind of positioning is not what he wants.

I really want to post this white coat for everyone to see. It will definitely make many girls admire him even more. Maybe tonight, he will receive a lot of messages backstage. Take the time to figure it out. Which of these girls deserves a reply is probably his homework tonight.

Thinking of this, Yang Xing's eyes couldn't be separated from the elevator door that had not been opened for a long time.

"Did you read the price?" Muchun's voice sounded in Yang Xing's ears again.

"Ah? What's the price?" Yang Xing was a little confused.

"Oh, the fees for the nursing home, right." After Yang Xing finished speaking, he immediately turned his head and looked at the charging standards posted on the wall.

First floor, warm home;

Second floor, caring home;

Three floors, a cozy home.

"There are only some floor-related introductions, but no specific prices."

"No?" Muchun just asked, without taking a look to check what Yang Xing said. At this time, the elevator door opened.

"Oh my god, he's so handsome." Looking at the mirror in the elevator, Yang Xing couldn't help it anymore. He immediately took out his mobile phone and wanted to take a picture, but after looking at several angles, he felt it was inappropriate because he was facing Mirror photos always capture Dr. Muchun on the side.

Although this doctor has his back to the mirror, his figure is too...

Yang Xing wondered why she hadn't noticed it before, or was it because Dr. Muchun usually sat down?

Now, Dr. Muchun's back in the mirror is so handsome, almost perfect.

On him, this white coat seemed to have been specially designed by a senior fashion designer. In comparison, he felt as if he had borrowed someone else's clothes.

Ding! The elevator reached the second floor.

"The elevator here is very slow. I'm really sorry."

When walking out of the elevator, Muchun explained to Yang Xing, then turned silently to the right and walked along the light green and light orange corridors to the end of the corridor where the setting sun was shining.

On one side of the corridor were rooms with open doors. The first room that caught Yang Xing's eyes was a large log-colored table with four chairs on each side of the table. There were several picture albums and pictures on the table. Some flowers for decoration.

It's like a living room of a big family.

"This is not a restaurant, right?" Yang Xing asked.

"No, these rooms are for the elderly to use for leisure. Here we are." After Mu Chun finished speaking, he walked into a more "high-end" room.

Why do I say high-end? Because what Yang Xing saw were electric massage chairs. Oh my god, he had seen this chair in an internet celebrity live broadcast. The basic model of the same brand also costs 22,800.

Yang Xing couldn't help but count. There were ten such massage seats, which was simply too luxurious.

"How come these are all empty and no one is using them?" Yang Xing asked curiously.

"Would you like to try it?" Muchun said casually as if he were at home.

Of course Yang Xing wants to give it a try, but he has more important things now. He wants to take pictures. He wants to take pictures.

When have you ever wanted to take a photo so much?

Even when everyone went to a high-end French restaurant, ordered a meal, and took turns taking photos, there was no such eagerness.

What's going on with this feeling?

While Yang Xing was puzzled, a woman who looked to be in her fifties walked in.

"Hey, Doctor Muchun, you are here, and you don't even know it. We are going crazy."

"Dean Luo, don't worry, Dr. Shen comes here every week."

Listening to Muchun and the dean talking, Yang Xing couldn't get a word in, so he quietly found a decent posture to sit, waiting for dean Luo to discover the existence of his doctor.

"Dr. Shen has superb medical skills and a good attitude. We all know this. However, we have a few grandmothers who are not easy to take care of. They are used to being picky and are also rude to doctors."

Dean Luo has permed his hair. He looks like a doctor or teacher who is about to retire. He speaks in a loud voice. Although he is complaining, he is also very organized. At first glance, he seems to be a person with great work experience.

Yang Xing actually admires such women, who are responsible, capable of working, and don't need to be clinging to men. Usually, such women prefer men who are clinging to men.

In less than a minute, Yang Xing finished analyzing Dean Luo Hong.

At this time, he also waited until Dean Luo asked who this doctor was?

"I'm an intern. I haven't graduated yet. I'm going to the nursing home next door in a while. There are more things there, so I'll bring an intern out with me. If Dean Luo feels there's any inconvenience, let him stay. Just the lounge.”

Hearing Muchun be so polite, Luo Hong was extremely embarrassed, "There's no such thing. Originally, the psychosomatic doctors didn't come to our place to take care of the elderly. You came here to help us for free, right? I heard that there are no doctors at the hospital. I’ll give you extra salary.”

These words touched Mu Chun's heart, as if an ice cube fell from a height into scalding coffee, and the most important thing was that it splashed all over Mu Chun.

"Well, it's okay. This is my job."

Muchun said lightly.

"Then I'll call the old people over. You can just show them here. Besides, the boss is in trouble."

The corners of Luo Hong's eyes wrinkled tightly together, and it was obvious that she was worried about something in her heart.

"Is it Grandma Tong?"

"Yes, that's her. She probably needs you to go to the room in person."

From the time he came to the nursing home to now, the calm Mu Chun also frowned slightly. Yang Xing looked on and understood that he must be a difficult person.

Women, it's really scary. I'm afraid it will be even more difficult when I reach grandma's age.

Doesn’t that mean that you have been more difficult to serve every year since you were young?

Thinking of this, Yang Xing shuddered slightly, "It seems that courses on how to interact with women will be very popular. My experiment is indeed a very meaningful thing."

While Muchun was taking the old man's blood pressure, conducting consultations and having heart-to-heart conversations, Yang Xing was also extremely engaged in listening.

Sometimes he listened intently to what the old man said, and sometimes he looked at Muchun.

Unknowingly, Yang Xing's affection for Muchun turned into envy and admiration.

He didn't even realize that he watched Muchun treating the old man without any distractions for a whole hour.

When I came back to my senses, the desire to take pictures came back.

At this time, Mu Chun gave Yang Xing a chance to take pictures alone. Mu Chun said: "This young lady has a bad temper. Just stay here and wait for me. I will come down soon."

Faced with such a great opportunity, how great it is to take photos alone on the massage chair without anyone disturbing you!

By the time Muchun came back, Yang Xing had already simply processed the photos and posted them in various circles.

But he didn’t know what was going on. Yang Xing unexpectedly said, “It’s okay, old man. It’s normal to have a temper. Who doesn’t have a temper? Doctor Muchun, I’d better go up with you. Why?” I should say that I am also an intern doctor, right?"

Muchun nodded with satisfaction, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly said, "Do you want to take a photo?"

"What?" Yang Xing thought he heard some strange sound wrong.

"Oh, when I worked with a friend to treat a patient, the friend said he wanted me to bring him a white coat for the purpose of taking a photo. I guess this is similar to cosplay and women's clothing. Mentally. I don’t know if you also have this kind of hobby. I have no other intention. If necessary, I will take pictures for you. My photography skills are still good, as long as the mobile phone is good enough. "

"This." He obviously wanted it in his heart, but when Mu Chun asked him, Yang Xing suddenly hesitated, always feeling that it was inappropriate to take pictures on such an occasion.

I can’t say what’s inappropriate about it, maybe because I know that grandma is waiting for Muchun.

"Let's go see Grandma Tong first, in case the elderly people are impatient?" After Yang Xing finished speaking, he put the cell phone he just took out back into his pocket, and followed Mu Chun from the stairs to the third floor.

Soon, Yang Xing saw this young grandmother. Her room was very beautiful. There were only two beds in a room of 50 square meters.

"Is this a double room?" Yang Xing asked Muchun in a low voice.

"Yes, but Grandma Tong has been living alone for the past six months." Muchun said softly.

"What are you talking about?" Grandma Tong cursed angrily.

"Grandma, it's me." After saying this, Mu Chun left Yang Xing alone and walked towards Grandma. "Grandma, why are you leaning so half on the bed? Dr. Shen must have told you that this is not good for your waist."

"What did you say? His little sesame and mung bean eyes make me very angry." After Grandma Tong finished speaking, she turned away angrily.

"Ah, Dr. Shen is very concerned about your back pain. You can't always take painkillers, right? I looked at your medical records and found that you have prescribed painkillers many times. Although there are no drugs like Fenbid It’s a very serious side effect, but you can’t eat it as a meal.”

Yang Xing felt that although Mu Chun had a good attitude, he seemed to have said a bit too much. When he was treating other elderly people just now, Mu Chun was much less talkative than now.

This grandma is obviously a arrogant girl with a bad temper. It is a very bad way to talk to her like this.

Sure enough, after more than a minute, Grandma Tong turned to look at Muchun reluctantly, "I know you have a good relationship with Dr. Shen, but I don't like him to treat me. There's nothing wrong with that, right? Even though I am an elderly person in a nursing home, I can still choose a doctor, right? Besides, I asked for some painkillers. What’s the problem? It’s also covered by medical insurance. Speaking of which, if it’s beyond the scope of medical insurance, your hospital won’t do it. Will you give me the medicine?"

Muchun shook his head and said: "That's not the case. It's not good for your body to be like this. You can't take any more painkillers."

"What do you mean, I won't treat you any more." Grandma Tong's face turned red, and there was no trace of kindness on her wrinkled face.

If this old woman were a few years younger, she would be the exterminator's wife.

When the two were in a stalemate, Yang Xing looked at the room. This room was really fully functional, with a simple cooking table, a separate bathroom for dry and wet areas, and a small balcony. Outside the balcony, the setting sun shone on a white Western-style small room. The round table is full of fresh and pastoral style.

There is also a golden lace placemat on the small round table, and a set of exquisite Western-style tea sets on the placemat.

If he hadn't known that this was a nursing home and the people here were all elderly people, Yang Xing would have really thought that he was at the home of some fresh netizen.

The sunlight has a honey-like color and shines on the several longevity flowers on the balcony. It does not look like the sadness of the sunset, but has a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

Yang Xing's ears heard several more voices of Mu Chun and Tong Apo arguing. Then, someone hit him hard on the shoulder. When he turned his head, he saw Mu Chun's back as he left the room.

"Eh? Doctor Muchun."

Yang Xing was about to follow Muchun's footsteps, but was stopped by Grandma Tong.

"Is this the new doctor? How handsome he looks."

Yang Xing knew that grandma was talking to him, and the words she spoke were in the dialect of Yang Xing's hometown. Such words were rarely heard in Yaohai, and even if they could be heard, most people couldn't understand what was being said.

It seems that Grandma Tong's words were not originally intended for Yang Xing to understand. It was more like talking to herself.

Yang Xing stopped and faced the old man at this moment. He could have walked out of the room to find Muchun, but for some unknown reason, he turned around and smiled at the old man.