Crazy Psychologist

At nine o'clock in the morning, the Garden Bridge Community Health Center is as busy and noisy as usual. Compared with large hospitals in the morning, there are still many patients. The atmosphere in large hospitals is often very quiet. The sound mixed with the smell of disinfectant continues to sink, sinking to the soles of people's feet. When they step into the ground, there is only a sound next to their ears. What is left is a muffled sound that has dried up the words, but the name of this sound can be called quiet.

So silence is not silence, but the empty shell that is left after part of the core of sound has been swallowed up.

The bustle of a small hospital is different from that of a big hospital. It is really lively and noisy here.

In the conference room, Vice President Jia looked at the computer screen on the table with a solemn expression. He repeatedly tapped the keyboard with his right hand, but did not type out a word.

The door of the conference room kept banging, and the doctors were walking in a hurry. Hospital meetings are different from company meetings. It is absolutely impossible to ask every doctor to attend on time. Doctors always have to finish their work with patients. It’s almost an unwritten rule to come to meetings.

Within a few minutes, not only did people come in and people go out, but also people left and came in again. Vice President Jia, who was sitting in his seat, looked increasingly ugly. He looked at the empty seats on both sides of the conference table and shook his head repeatedly.

The spring epidemic prevention meeting is a regular meeting every year. In fact, it is not complicated. It only needs to introduce the city’s diagnosis and treatment plan, and then instruct each department to strictly follow the requirements. There are only a few words, but this person He was a little irritated by not always arriving.

When he gets irritated, he becomes displeased with leisurely people, such as Muchun sitting far away.

"Ahem!" Dean Jia cleared his throat, "The number of outpatient visits in the Department of Psychosomatics has been a bit excessive recently!"

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"There are quite a few complaints."

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"If the outpatient volume continues to increase, this place on the fifth floor -"

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"Mu Chun, did you hear me talking to you?"

Mu Chun was immersed in his own thinking. He really didn't hear a word of Dean Jia's words. According to normal logic, Mu Chun certainly believed that meetings are naturally one person speaking to a group of people, and there is no way one person would speak to another person. He was talking alone, so he was distracted all the time, and what he was thinking about was a chapter he hadn't finished writing since he got up in the morning - how to detect people with collecting disorders in life.

The chapter content has been initially completed, but he always felt that the title was a bit inappropriate. While he was chewing on the words in his mind, trying to find the most suitable words, he never expected that Dean Jia had already spoken to him several times.

"Mu Chun, eh, Dean Jia is talking to you."

Shen Zifeng, who had just opened the door and entered, heard what Dean Jia said. Seeing that there were a few empty seats next to Mu Chun, he walked straight over. At this time, Mu Chun was still lazily holding his head with his hands as if he was wandering outside.

"Mu Chun, Mu Chun, the dean is talking to you."

Muchun just came back to his senses: "Eh? Talk to me?"

Shen Zifeng blinked, and Muchun finally understood. He leaned over and met Dean Jia's sharp eyes.

"Mu Chun, why do you feel like you're in a dream when you're in a meeting? You don't look like this every day when you go to work, right?"

There were several snickers in the conference room.

"That's not the case, but what the dean said seems a bit familiar."

Jia Tian was stunned and pretended to be calm, "Does it sound familiar?"

Muchun: "Yes, someone seems to have said that."

"Yeah?"

Muchun's mind suddenly became clear, "By the way, it's a patient. A female patient said that not long ago."

Someone laughed again in the conference room, this time the laughter was more obvious than before. Jia Tian also laughed, but the corners of his smiling mouth moved, and the sound was the sound of laughter, but he actually didn't mean to laugh.

"So, I'm not the only one who says you feel like you're in a dream?"

Muchun sighed helplessly and nodded, "Yes, yes, Dean Jia is right. You are indeed not the only one who said it."

At this time, Shen Zifeng couldn't help but laugh out loud. The vice-president glanced at Shen Zifeng, and his eyes fell on Shen Zifeng's shoulders. "What's going on? I think the surgeon is a bit unscrupulous? Who did you learn this from?" Yes, none of them look serious."

Shen Zifeng suppressed his smile, his cheeks ached from holding it in, and he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Ah, no, the dean is right, he is right."

I don’t know what I’m saying is right in echoing, but in short, I agree with what the dean said. But the more Shen Zifeng thought about it, the more funny he found it. The dean said that Mu Chun was dreaming, and Mu Chun said that his patient also said the same thing. Doesn't this make it clear that the dean's brain is not normal? These are abnormal human beings. Why can't Dean Jia completely understand what they mean?

Shen Zifeng squinted his small eyes and looked at the seat opposite. Jiang Hong and the head nurse beside him also smiled secretly. Apparently everyone in the conference room understood this, except Dean Jia. Is the gossip among the nurses true?

The more Shen Zifeng thought about it, the more interesting he found it. Recently, the nurses said that the new nurse in the physical therapy department was very popular. Even Dean Jia was very polite to her. A nurse in her thirties who was also divorced actually had With such great charm, everyone finds it interesting.

There is gossip wherever there are people, and hospitals are certainly no exception. There may even be more gossip than in other places. Some things can be spread as gossip by nurses who don't mind too much. But Dean Jia has always been very cautious. Even though he was cautious in his words and deeds, he was able to spread a few pieces of news. Within a few days, everyone in the hospital knew about it.

It's interesting to say that this nurse actually added Shen Zifeng's WeChat account. Of course, Shen Zifeng definitely only agreed to add it because he was embarrassed to refuse.

Anyway, it's been more than a week since I added her as a friend, and I haven't said a word to her. I only glanced at the friend circle a few times, but I really don't think there's anything special about this nurse.

Could it be that Dean Jia is really not normal recently, so his IQ has also dropped a bit?

For Shen Zifeng, who is busy all day, meeting is a rare break. Of course, he will not miss this good time. He yawned shortly after sitting down, relaxed his body and mind a little, and took out his mobile phone to read something.

Dean Jia's meeting was not lengthy. After quickly explaining the diagnosis and treatment plan, he announced the end of the meeting. To be precise, in Shen Zifeng's view, Dean Jia seemed to have ended the meeting early, clearly following his way of holding meetings. In the past, he always had to go over important work several times to make sure that each department had a clear understanding before ending the meeting. But just now, he looked in a hurry, as if something had happened?

"Mu Chun, have you noticed that something is not right with Dean Jia today?" Shen Zifeng caught up with Mu Chun and said.

Muchun rubbed his forehead, "I heard from the nurse that it seems to be related to the new nurse."

When Shen Zifeng heard this, his eyes lit up, "I didn't expect Dr. Mu to be so nosy."

"I don't, I don't gossip, I just tell the truth if you ask me." Mu Chun said calmly.

"Stop coming, tell me quickly, what else do you know?"