Crazy Psychologist

There was sudden silence in the room.

Zhang Wenwen stood up and shook the pen in his hand a few times, while Mu Xiao sat at the table and kept spinning the pen.

Muchun lowered his head, not knowing what to write in his notebook.

In short, the three of them seemed to have trouble with the pen in their hands, but no one was willing to speak.

The clinic room was suffocatingly quiet.

The white ceiling light shines palely on everyone's head.

The lights in the hospital always give people a bad feeling, and there is a reason for this, because the lights in the hospital look a bit like the white printing paper in the printer.

Looking pale and haggard.

Even Mu Xiao's makeup-covered face looked slightly out of sorts under such lighting.

Pale lights, pale walls, pale tables and chairs.

Zhang Wenwen just wanted to complain, why does Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center like to use white so much? Don’t many hospitals like to use blue, green, pink and orange?

Suddenly, he tapped the table twice.

"That's enough, don't be so silent, okay? Is there anything serious? It's just that the tumor is not as good as we thought."

"I imagined that when I woke up, you called me and told me that the tumor was gone. It was just a misdiagnosis before. I can think of more than a hundred reasons for the misdiagnosis."

Muchun was still immersed in writing and drawing, and no one knew what he was writing.

"When it comes to brain-boosting abilities, I only admire the great beauty Mu." Zhang Wenwen also started to turn his pen, from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand.

Until Mu Chun stared at him coldly, he didn't realize that his white coat was already stained with ink, like blue calla lilies in full bloom.

"Forget the ink on my notebook, I guess your white coat won't be clean." Muchun said regretfully.

"It's okay, the clothes inside him are more expensive, two thousand yuan was directly ruined by ink." Mu Xiao took advantage of the opportunity to make a last resort.

"I forgot it was a pen. Seeing Senior Sister Xiao spinning the pen, I started spinning it too." Zhang Wenwen looked down at his white coat and a newly bought shirt inside.

Zhang Wenwen, who has always been very confident in his dressing sense, smiled and said, "It's okay, it's a new style on me. At worst, I'll call this dress azure."

"Aren't you still a Jay Chou fan, are you?" Muchun closed the notebook and joined in the mutual ridicule.

Of course, the protagonist who was ridiculed was Zhang Wenwen.

He seemed to need nonsensical chatting to relax himself.

"This is a pencil in my hand." Mu Xiao raised the pen and placed it in front of Zhang Wenwen.

"Okay, I admit defeat."

"Then you tell our professor the current situation truthfully. Can the surgery time still wait?"

Although they were nervous, the atmosphere finally relaxed and no one wanted to go back.

So Muchun added calmly and calmly, "Let's think of a solution together, and we will find a solution."

"Ah, it's really not that serious!" Zhang Wenwen held his head in his hands, ignoring the ink that was still wet on his fingers.

"Then what are you worried about?" Mu Xiao asked.

"Let's talk about the situation of tumors first. Although it is not as good as we imagined, and there will be no diagnostic errors like what Mu Chun said. Tumors are tumors, and they will not disappear on their own unless a miracle happens. I don't believe it. The miracle will come in time for my surgery.”

"Well, I believe you." Mu Xiao encouraged him gently.

"Senior Xiaoxiao, please don't be like this. I'm not a newbie who just became a doctor. The tumor has not grown at an accelerated rate. The professor's decision is not wrong. It's perfectly fine to wait until after the annual meeting before doing the surgery. So, Mu Chun, don't be like this. You have a sad face, come on, have a smile.”

Mu Chun smiled, an ordinary smile on an ordinary face, but in Zhang Wenwen's eyes, it was uglier than crying.

"Since the tumor has not changed significantly, is there a problem elsewhere in the body?" Muchun asked next.

According to Zhang Wenwen, since the tumor has been temporarily stabilized, the most likely problem is that there is a problem elsewhere. If this is the case, although the professor is fully able to withstand this operation at his current age, this is based on the condition of other parts of his body. Stable state, if other diseases appear or have not been detected before.

All plans now may be disrupted.

"It's still the language function I was worried about before, because it's too close to the Broca area."

Broca's area is an area of ​​the brain responsible for the processing of language information and the production of speech. Together with Wernicke's area, they form the language system.

Broca's area and Wernicke's area are usually located in the dominant hemisphere of the brain. Since most people (97%) are right-handed, the language center is mostly in the left hemisphere. In 1861, French neuroscientist and surgeon Paul Broca discovered that this area is located in areas 44 and 45 of the posterior inferior frontal gyrus of the cerebral cortex while conducting research and treatment on some patients with aphasia, so it is named after the discoverer. Named Broca's area. Broca's area and Wernicke's area are connected by the arcuate fasciculus, a neural pathway between the frontal and temporal lobes.

Aphasia caused by damage to Broca's area is called Broca's aphasia, also known as expressive aphasia, motor aphasia or disfluent aphasia. The patient is unable to produce grammatically fluent sentences. Telegraph-like utterances appear, such as: yes-ah-today-star-day-it rains, expressing his thoughts in short and discontinuous sentences. The patient can know that his speech is not fluent, but his ability to understand language is normal.

The main symptoms of Broca's aphasia: preventing a person from speaking; being able to understand language; being unable to use words; speaking slowly and incoherently.

The tumor in the professor's brain was extremely close to Broca's area. Zhang Wenwen had done many simulated surgical calculations but was still not completely sure.

Of course, various situations may occur during surgery, and no matter how experienced the doctor is, there is no way to say with absolute certainty that no problems will occur.

But it's precisely because the other party is a professor.

For some doctors, there will be no extra burden on their hearts when performing operations on relatives, friends, and people they know. They can treat the operation seriously and concentrate on it as usual.

But some doctors are different. They avoid operating on people they know. This does not mean that the latter have insufficient psychological quality. In Mu Chun's view, this is a sign that the doctor is responsible enough.

"Is it possible to use that method?" Muchun finally asked.

"You mean?" Mu Xiao suddenly realized.

"Will the language test be maintained during the operation?" Zhang Wenwen asked.

"Yes, the card system for language testing can help us understand the language status of our professors."

"Okay, but" Zhang Wenwen hesitated.

"What are you worried about?" Muchun asked concerned.

"That involves intraoperative arousal."

Muchun nodded, "Yes, it requires awakening during the operation, which increases the time and difficulty of the operation, but this way you can know whether you have damaged the professor's language function during the operation."

"Seems like that's a good way to do it."

Mu Xiao expressed support.

Zhang Wenwen nodded, "Okay, since everyone agrees to do this, I'm relieved."

Upon hearing what Zhang Wenwen said, Mu Chun and Mu Xiao immediately understood that Zhang Wenwen had dug a trap for them. Of course, his nervousness and worry were real, but with this method, as an experienced neurosurgeon, He was sure that Muchun knew more about this method of awakening patients during surgery to conduct language assessments.

"In fact, intraoperative awakening is not troublesome. Language assessment is a common method. Previously, a team used multiple intraoperative awakenings when performing tumor removal surgery on an interpreter, and assessed the interpreter's language function three times. It’s the language of three countries.”

"Is there such a thing?" Muchun looked impressed.

Useful knowledge has increased!

"Well, I just hope that the two doctors can help me design a better language assessment system, or if one of you can come in and help me assess the professor's language function, I would feel more at ease."

"I go."

Mu Xiao and Mu Chun said in unison.

"Let Muchun go. He knows the operating room better than me. After all, he once wanted to become a surgeon."

After Mu Xiao finished speaking, his eyes suddenly flickered, and he realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Muchun heard it clearly.

"Xiaoxiao, when did I ever think about becoming a surgeon? Why don't I remember?"

Mu Xiao shook her head quickly, uneasiness flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Mu Chun knew it was inconvenient to ask questions here, so after chatting with Zhang Wenwen for a few more words, Mu Chun excused himself that he wanted to ask Dr. Mu Xiao some case questions, and the two left Zhang Wenwen's clinic.

What Mu Chun wants to talk to Mu Xiao is not only about the fact that he once thought about becoming a surgeon, but more importantly, the smell of perfume on Mu Xiao.

Why is this smell similar to that of Yang Xing?

"Xiaoxia?" Muchun said.

"What's wrong? You look very nervous. What happened? I feel like Muchun is acting weird today, as if something is haunting his back."

"It's true. I received a call today and asked me not to meddle in other people's business, but I felt that I had to meddle in this matter."

"Who told you to mind your own business? Do you have any clues? Nothing can come out of nowhere. There must be traces to follow. It's not like Muchun doesn't have any clues at all."

"On the contrary, I not only have clues, but it can be said that there are too many clues. The result of too many clues is that I can't figure it out immediately."

"Do you need to investigate someone or something immediately? Let me help you sort out the most important clues."

"OK."

After Mu Chun told Mu Xiao about the recent case around the sea, Mu Xiao frowned.

"I know the owner of the coffee shop you mentioned. The perfume I'm wearing today was actually given to me by her."

Mu Xiao's words surprised Mu Chun.

"you know?"

"Yes, no, it can't be said that I know her directly. I can only say that she is very famous in certain circles, and I happen to have some contacts with some people in those circles in charity activities. She made this perfume herself. of."

"Oops."

Muchun felt another stab of pain in his chest.

Mu Xiao quickly asked Mu Chun to sit down, then poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Mu Chun.

"Have you encountered any threats? Or do you think there is something terrible behind the recent two cases?"

"Why do you ask that? Do I have experience in investigating cases before?" Mu Chun looked at Mu Xiao in confusion.

He suddenly had a very strange feeling, feeling like a complete stranger.

He wasn't even sure if what he was seeing was real.

First up is the surgeon!

Muchun couldn't remember when he thought about becoming a surgeon.

But Mu Xiao couldn't have said something wrong out of nowhere. This sentence must be well-founded, something must have happened to him before, or the simplest thing is - Mu Chun did say something about him at some point. Want to be a surgeon.

And such words can't be just a joke, the kind that will pass as soon as it is said.

Generally speaking, it must be said solemnly, or on a special occasion or under a special situation, otherwise how could Mu Xiao remember it.

Thinking of this, Muchun's forehead began to hurt a little.

He held the water glass and looked at Mu Xiao.

But now is not the time to study these things about yourself.

Because another reason is that Mu Xiao remembered it wrong.

In Mu Chun's opinion, there are two people in Mu Xiao, one is the doctor Mu Xiao in front of him, and the other Mu Xiao is the lively and cheerful little Watermelon.

So maybe Mu Xiao remembered something wrong.

These are not important, the most important thing now is - this point E.

The coffee shop in the Creative Park may be the source of all recent incidents.

Maybe that strange message and that strange phone call came from that place too.

That face hidden in the video.

The person behind it.

Weird perfume smell.

If they are all intersection points E.

Thinking of this, Mu Chun opened his notebook and handed the pentagram pattern to Mu Xiao.

"Is this a pentagram? This is the structure of the pentagram you analyzed. Do you think someone is performing some kind of ritual?"

"Yes, but I can't figure out what the ritual is. There are many rituals. There are many records about magic in Solomon's Key. Demons or angels may be related to the ritual.

I have no way of figuring out whether this pentagram is meant to summon angels or demons.

There are also exorcists who will use this kind of pentagram to perform some kind of exorcism ritual, but I still don't know what the purpose is.

It is even more impossible for me to infer that this matter is an unnatural phenomenon, which would be incredible. I still believe that everything has a scientific explanation, so this pentagram may not really exist, it may just be me. Thinking too much. "

Mu Xiao shook her head, "No, you didn't think too much, but you may have missed a possibility."

"Missed a possibility?" Muchun asked doubtfully.

"Yes, have all the bodies of Mr. Ikeda been found?"

"No, there is another place that I haven't found yet. I remember what I said just now."

Muchun touched his forehead.

"Did I just say that?" he asked himself in his mind.

"You just said, don't worry, Muchun, you may just have missed a possibility. Do you remember Leonardo da Vinci?"