Crazy Psychologist

This is impossible, even if there is everything in the dream, even such a dream is redundant.

At six o'clock in the morning, Shen Zifeng pressed the alarm clock, put on a thin sweater and walked into the bathroom.

The basin is neatly arranged. Shen Zifeng always pays attention to neatness, and his wife is also a person who cares about cleanliness. Their lives are like the health committee member and the labor committee member of the class who have become seatmates, safe and orderly.

He makes breakfast by himself, rice balls or soy milk and pancakes from the convenience store. He doesn't seem to have any special expectations every day.

While brushing his teeth, Shen Zifeng suddenly thought about what if he married another person?

If you get along day and night, have dinner together, and clean the room with another woman, what will your mood be like when you wake up every morning?

The cold water flowed over the back of his hand. The towel had been held in his hand for a long time. Shen Zifeng shook his head mockingly. He knew why he had these weird thoughts this morning.

Everything was because of Liu Tong, because Liu Tong suddenly returned to Raohai, because she suddenly broke into her peaceful life.

Before going out, Shen Zifeng turned on the electric kettle and prepared a pot of hot water for his wife, so that when she got up an hour later, the water in the kettle would be at the right temperature. This was a tacit understanding between the two of them over the years.

Two people who are content with being ordinary can live like this day after day until the sea is gone.

Huayuanqiao Community Hospital is no different from usual days. The entrance is still crowded with old people, people with walking difficulties on crutches, and aunties carrying shopping bags filled with vegetables. They stand together in twos and threes. The previous sentence was discussing the price of celery for 15 yuan a day. Jin, it is simply more expensive than eating meat. The next sentence is that it is not safe outside now, so it is better to go around the sea. It is really convenient to go around the sea to see a doctor and get medicine.

There are more and more elderly people in this city, and it seems that the pace of life of young people has been slowed down. Recently, Shen Zifeng often feels that he has entered the mentality of the elderly in advance, whether it is in terms of scientific research or surgical skills. , he no longer seems to have any harsh requirements on himself.

While he was thinking in a daze, Fang Ming from behind patted him on the shoulder and said hello while walking towards the stairs, "Good morning."

"Ah, morning, Director Fang." Shen Zifeng hurriedly followed. Fang Ming walked calmly, but his steps were fast, and he was in high spirits.

In contrast, the other person who greeted me was lazy, even a little listless.

How can Dr. Mu be compared with Director Fang? Such comparison is not suitable for anyone.

"I have to rush to the Zhinan Affiliation at ten o'clock, and you are the only one in Corey today." Fang Ming explained today's surgical job while walking. Shen Zifeng nodded absently, opened the clinic door, washed his hands, and put on white clothes. , opened the curtains and opened the windows for ventilation, all in one movement.

After going online to the hospital system, there were already twenty outpatient clinic numbers lined up, which was almost the same as usual. Shen Zifeng stretched his muscles and got into work.

"Is there any important surgery today?"

Fang Ming looked at the tablet computer on the table attentively. A 3D surgical diagram was displayed on the screen. Shen Zifeng judged based on experience what difficulties Fang Ming might have encountered. For a surgeon, the dilemma usually involves surgery.

Fang Ming frowned slightly and twirled the pencil, "It's a bit difficult, mainly because the patient is still young, and the family doesn't want the patient to be able to live a normal life after the operation, so the operation has been delayed for two weeks."

"Is it a female patient?"

"Why do you suddenly ask that?" Fang Ming looked up at Shen Zifeng and said half-jokingly, "What's wrong with you? I didn't say she was a woman?"

"Oh, it's nothing, nothing." Shen Zifeng couldn't answer, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.

"Furthermore, the hospital promised to do preservation surgery before, but the current situation seems to be inappropriate," Fang Ming continued, "The girl was going to get married in two months, and the marriage partner was said to be a young and famous lawyer. The family is well off, and the girl’s illness is still hidden from her fiancé, saying she doesn’t want to ruin the marriage.”

"Life is more important than marriage?" Shen Zifeng complained.

"Why do you sound so similar to that person?" Fang Ming smiled maliciously.

"who?"

"Who else?"

The two played riddles, and Fang Ming took a sip of water and continued, "Do you remember the sisters from last year?"

"Are you talking about the two sisters from the gynecology department? It seems that there was a big fuss at that time. Everyone in the hospital was mobilized. No one could figure out whether it was the older sister or younger sister. In the end, they asked Dr. Mu from the Department of Psychosomatics to try."

"Yes, what you just said was like Mu Chun. You hit the nail on the head. Telling the truth is as natural as treating guests to dinner."

"Really? I don't think so, but that guy would probably say this if he encountered the situation you mentioned. His world is probably relatively simple. It's either this way or that way. I don't know what the patients in his department are like. I can bear it, I still remember the days when you suddenly lost contact last year, I had no choice but to go find Mu Chun, and he told me that there was no need to look for you."

Fang Ming almost choked, "What did you say? Did he really say that?"

"That's right! I can't comment on Mu Chun's way of treating patients. I asked him, Director Fang, who is so depressed, can't you, the psychotherapist, think of a solution? There's nothing wrong with what you say, Mu Chun said to me. , It’s okay, let the director have a good sleep, and he’ll be fine when he wakes up.”

"He, this!" Fang Ming wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, spinning the pencil back and forth in his hand, "He is really simple and rude, and he is not afraid that I will fall asleep and be unable to get up?"

"I don't know where the confidence comes from. It's as if there is someone behind him to support him and he is confident."

"Not really, but I don't hate him."

"Eh? You said you don't hate Muchun?"

Fang Ming nodded, "Yes, I don't hate Mu Chun. I think he is a good doctor. Maybe asking him for help with some problems that we can't solve can be surprisingly effective." At this point, Fang Ming sighed softly, as if As if thinking about some frustrating problem, he whispered, "Do you think there is anything wrong with being a doctor after you have been working for a long time?"

"Problem? What problem can there be?" Shen Zifeng was confused.

"For example, becoming more timid, more afraid of things, and becoming step-by-step."

Shen Zifeng clasped his hands in front of him and said confidently, "What the director said means being serious and responsible. There is nothing wrong with it."

“What about creativity, and imagination?”

"What?" As if he heard an incredible joke, Shen Zifeng couldn't answer the question for a moment.

"Are we still using our imagination in medical procedures? Saying: Which is more important, life or marriage?"

"That's not imagination, that's the truth." Shen Zifeng immediately defended.

"These days, telling the truth requires imagination, right?" Fang Ming smiled strangely and stood up. He didn't say where he was going, but Shen Zifeng vaguely guessed that he was going to the fifth floor.