Crazy Psychologist

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The morning air was refreshing, but Ning Tao could no longer feel it. What's more, he realized that once the color of the Coke changed, the Coke was no longer happy water. It exuded a strange sweetness and was sticky. It was like a sewer entangled in hair. He couldn't help but retched and retched several times.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the door. Ning Tao's eyesight was bad, but his ears were fine. His hearing seemed to be more sensitive than usual, especially when he closed his eyes because he didn't want to see the surrounding scenery.

At this time, he was leaning back in his chair. There were still three hours left before the court. He still had time to adjust here, even though he had not had a good rest all night.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, the door is pushed open, and there is a series of confident voices, the sound of walking, and the sound of pushing the door in, as if entering the front door of your own home or in a deserted place.

When he opened his eyes, Ning Tao was startled. Thinking about it, this series of sounds matched this person very well.

"Why are you here? Did Dr. Chun treat patients at seven o'clock? Why don't you work so hard? There are still no patients in the psychosomatic department? Hey, this is the subject that I like. Psychosomatic medicine shouldn't be so bleak, right? .

Muchun was helpless, "The number of psychosomatic medicines is not bleak, but the number of outpatient clinics is bleak."

"The number of outpatient clinics is bleak? There can't be only ten patients a day, right?"

Mu Chun thought, ten patients? If there were ten patients a day, he could treat Ning Tao to breakfast. Unfortunately, even one patient a day was considered good.

One per day, thirty patients per month, 365 days a year, 365 outpatient visits throughout the year~

This is only the number of outpatient visits, which includes about half of follow-up visits and half of new patients. Based on this calculation, there could be 3,000 people in ten years. He recalled that confused morning two years ago and the mysterious number of patients.

"It's really a bit miserable." Zhang Wenwen smiled bitterly.

"Yidiandian, yidiandian." Mu Chun responded, then turned around and opened the cupboard behind him and took out a box of cards.

Only then did Zhang Wenwen, who was left alone, notice that the patient turned out to be his friend Ning Tao. After yesterday's outpatient examination, Ning Tao was now considered Zhang Wenwen's patient.

The look he looked at Ning Tao seemed to say, "Why are you here?"

Ning Tao looked at Zhang Wenwen. He was wearing a striped shirt that day. Some faint orange colors emerged from the light gray mist. Ning Tao thought that this shirt should be a light orange and white shirt. The weather was not hot enough to wear one. As for his shirt, he might have left his coat in the car.

Before Ning Tao could answer, Zhang Wenwen asked and answered: "Yes, you said you came to Huayuanqiao Hospital yesterday. You are here for a follow-up visit today, right. By the way, if I hadn't happened to be there last night, it wouldn't have been so easy for my fiancée. Rescue him."

"Fiancée? Rescue?" Muchun looked confused.

"Yeah, last night's charity reception, by the way, why didn't Dr. Mu go? The outpatient volume of the psychosomatic department is so low, don't you want to find some way to get some funding?"

"Fiancée, rescue, what's going on?"

Seeing Mu Chun's serious look, Zhang Wenwen took a deep breath, and then briefly told Mu Chun what happened at the reception the night before.

Muchun frowned and glanced at Ning Tao, who was still sitting calmly listening to the two of them talking. Zhang Wenwen was talking about his own business, but he seemed to be listening to other people's business, which was a bit unreasonable no matter how you looked at it. According to common sense, his fiancée was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. Why didn't he accompany her there? If his condition worries him a lot, he should have stared at the doctor and asked about his condition since he entered the door. He would not eat sandwiches or cola. To say the least, it is normal for him to be hungry and need to eat. However, It was a bit too comfortable to eat so calmly and sit there waiting for the doctor to speak. Could it be that he was not in a hurry to get back to his fiancée? All kinds of phenomena don't seem to be anything special, but they all seem to be expressing one thing, a problem that is easy to ignore. Mu Chun doesn't know what this problem is yet. He just has another vague guess. This is a diagnosis. An important part of thinking, tracing clues for comprehensive analysis.

After giving Zhang Wenwen ice cubes, Muchun asked: "I heard that you completed all the examinations that should be done yesterday?"

Zhang Wenwen smiled confidently, "Of course, I have done all the examinations that need to be done. How about thanking me? Now those things that need to be ruled out, such as fundus retinal damage and brain problems, have been ruled out by me. Of course I'm not an ophthalmologist, and there are still some tests I haven't had time to do, but basically what I can do..."

"Dr. Zhang has done everything he can." Muchun coughed several times, as if he was choking on water.

After so many examinations, I still want to thank him. Thank you so much. Why don't we do the examination at the community health center, but we have to go to a big hospital to find a doctor for examination? The examinations are all the same, hey - I just blame myself for my lack of wealth.

Mu Chun thought about the long checklist, and mentally murmured.

Zhang Wenwen said awkwardly: "What's wrong with you? Is there anything else I've missed? To be honest, I really don't know what's going on with his question. How can a person suddenly look at the text on the computer screen as if he's seeing thousands of words? It looks like tens of thousands of black ants are swimming around? No matter how much I think about it, I can’t imagine it.”

"Now it's not just a matter of looking at the screen. Now he sees many things in black and gray. For example, he sees you too."

Zhang Wenwen was startled and doubted: "No way, this is too much? Doesn't that mean everyone has become black and white?"

"Well, almost. Think about it. Is this feeling fun?"

"Fun? Muchun, do you use fun to describe this terrible experience?"

Zhang Wenwen couldn't stand it anymore. Imagine that everything he saw turned into black and white, and it felt like a zombie apocalypse? He shook his head and swallowed a few sips of coffee.

The owner of the problem was here, so he planned to confirm how Ning Tao, who could only see things clearly when looking at the screen yesterday, could see people in black and gray today.

"Mu Chun is not joking, do you think I am black and white?"

Ning Tao nodded, then shook his head, "That's not the case. I think you have color. You are wearing an orange line shirt, and your face is still so handsome."

"Don't praise me. Tell the truth. What color do I look like in your eyes?"

"Don't worry, it's colorful." Ning Tao comforted Zhang Wenwen instead, and Mu Chun looked at it, feeling more and more interesting.