Crazy Psychologist

The old lady held the phone with both hands, knowing that it had no power and did not rush to find a place to charge it, as if she was still hesitating whether she needed to turn the phone on again.

"I received a call at around 12 o'clock in the middle of last night. The person who called me was a man. His voice was very gentle, as if he was not talking about something terrible."

The old lady paused for a moment, then turned the phone behind her back. There was a picture of a young girl printed on it, in black and white. The girl was wearing a peaked cap, smiling brightly, holding a cup of milk tea in her hand, tilting her head to drink. She was smiling at the camera, surrounded by flowers. Unfortunately, the phone case printed in black and white only had different shades of black, white and gray.

Mu Chun called Hao Xiao's family last night. Using the phone number provided by the police, Mu Chun briefly talked about Hao Xiao's condition. He only said that he fell from a height and was currently undergoing treatment.

So the voice on the phone that the old lady mentioned was him, and the old lady sitting next to him was Hao Xiao's mother.

"She has a lot of ideas since she was a child. She is a very smart child. You know, she was very beautiful when she was a child, and of course she will be beautiful when she grows up. She is much more beautiful than I was when I was young..."

The lights in the corridor became brighter. The nurse hurriedly came and moved the things on the chair, and then hurriedly left. The old lady raised her head and raised her hands and was about to ask something. When the nurse walked away, her raised shoulders slowly sank. The relieved ball drooped on the chair.

She should be anxious, she should ask someone about her daughter's condition, where she can recharge her batteries, and where she can find someone who can explain all this to her.

Mu Chun learned from the old lady that Hao Xiao had been learning dance since he was a child. He followed his mother back and forth between a small town in Jiangsu and around the sea every summer. He had been competitive since he was a child and worked hard at dance, but in the end he failed to pass the dance exam. Academy, and she has never wanted to dance since.

Later, I changed my major in nursing and left the small town to come to Raohai. When I came out, I said that I never wanted to go back to my hometown. The old lady said that her daughter was afraid that her family would look down on her because she could not go to Raohai and continue dancing.

"Actually, she was delayed by dancing. If she hadn't worked so hard, the relationship between mother and daughter wouldn't have been so awkward later on. I wonder how she is doing now?"

The old lady lowered her head, and there was another sound of footsteps in the corridor. Muchun turned her face and saw Dean Jia. He was not walking slowly but with a bit of a drag, as if it was about to rain on a cloudy day, just as far away as this moment. The gloomy air outside the window.

Dean Jia looked around, as if he was looking for something in the transparent box. He couldn't find it, but he didn't dare to stop. He looked around a lot. After a while, he found Muchun sitting close by, about to stand up and talk to him. He said hello.

"Dean Jia."

"Ah, you." Dean Jia was about to take a step forward and stopped. He hesitated before speaking, "Mu Chun, you, come here."

After looking around again, Mu Chun followed Dean Jia's gaze and looked around like a thief, but he didn't feel anything strange at all.

"Come here, follow me."

The vice-president called Muchun aside, far away from the old lady and by the wall where no one was passing by. He was full of sadness but pretended to be calm, "Mu Chun, is that... nurse already?"

"Are you talking about Hao Xiao? Yes, he was gone in the early morning. He lost too much blood."

The deputy dean was a little unsteady and swayed from side to side. Soon he crossed his hands and pinched his right elbow with his left hand. He held his left hand with his right hand and locked his whole body in place. "Oh, okay, I know, I know."

"He is downstairs and will be picked up after his family members say goodbye."

"Have the family members not arrived yet?"

"No, here we come." Muchun looked towards the corridor. The old lady still maintained the same sitting position as before, with her head leaning back against the wall, as quiet as an old man sunbathing in the park.

"Then remember to comfort the old man. The director of the psychiatric department is best at this, right?"

"I?"

"Ah, I have to go to the dean's office for a meeting, so I'm leaving first."

"Oh no, Dean Jia, Dean Jia."

The elevator door opened, and Dean Jia walked in, still locking himself with his hands.

As the elevator went down, Muchun shook his head and walked back to the old lady.

"I'm the doctor who called you."

Always say what needs to be said.

"You, you said you are?"

"I'm the doctor who called you last night. My name is Muchun. Hao Xiao passed away at four in the morning. I'm sorry that I couldn't prevent the tragedy."

The old lady was very quiet, "Many years ago, it was the same morning. I was taking a train. It was a long, long train. I went to see Hao Xiao's father. He had an accident while repairing the circuit. When I arrived, everything had already happened. It’s over. It was also a morning like this. It also rained. The weather was obviously good the past few days..."

The old lady was right. It was indeed raining outside. Muchun accompanied the old lady to see Hao Xiao. Her body was covered with wounds. In order to save her life, Fang Ming tried his best, so he also treated Hao Xiao on her body. There were many wounds left, but only that face, the closed eyes and the worry that appeared on the brows, the worry that has not aged but has been sprinkled with a layer of haze, even after the breath disappears, there is still a trace of it that remains in the face. A dark cloud.

Two days later, Hao Xiao completed his last journey around the sea. The old lady said that she had no relatives to notify and kept everything simple. However, during the process of communicating the specific process, she kept emphasizing that it should be more beautiful, and it was best to decorate the entire mourning hall with flowers. So that she can stay beautiful, it is best to sprinkle some perfume.

Her request seems trivial, but the core is always to be beautiful.

Shen Zifeng returned to work in the hospital two weeks later and said that he would treat Fang Ming and Muchun to dinner. The three of them made an appointment at noon and ordered some small dishes at the local restaurant near the hospital. Fang Ming asked Muchun when he knew about Shen Zifeng. Have a bad stomach? Muchun said it was just a guess, and Fang Ming criticized Shen Zifeng again. As a doctor, he knew nothing about his health condition. If he hadn't discovered it by chance this time, it would not be a good thing if the disease continued.

Shen Zifeng felt aggrieved. He was the one who was beaten, but the one who beat him was still confident.

"Why on earth did you go to Hao Xiao's place? Do you have a good relationship with her?" Fang Ming still asked these questions, maybe they had been lingering in his mind for a long time.

"I was afraid that she really couldn't let it go. Unexpectedly, she still couldn't let it go."

"She didn't have that kind of ambiguity with you?"

"No, of course not." Shen Zifeng looked innocent, "She does always come to see me, but every time I go shopping with her and have something to drink. She will talk about the movies she has watched recently and the music she likes, and then... After that, she seemed to be in a bad mood often..."

"She has looked for many people, but you are the only one who is willing to go." Fang Ming seemed to be lecturing his own brother.

"Maybe I'm kind. I'm really worried and worried that she won't be able to think about it."

"Dr. Mu, she has also come to see you, right?"

"That's not true, but she does need someone to accompany her all the time... You can find her if you look for her."