Crazy Psychologist

The sunset was dyed with colorful clouds, making it difficult for Zhang Wenwen to hide his dissatisfaction.

He was dissatisfied with Muchun, very dissatisfied, very dissatisfied.

He had been paying attention to Ning Tao's treatment for several months, and he also watched Mu Chun stare at the table in boredom, shaking his head and sighing from time to time to express his inability to deal with Ning Tao's symptoms.

We are really at the end of our rope.

In private, Zhang Wenwen also quietly compiled Ning Tao's condition and sent it to some friends abroad. In the email exchanges, these people just told Zhang Wenwen that they did not know about such a disease.

Too rare.

Even Zhang Wenwen plans to seek refuge in traditional Chinese medicine and listen to the advice of traditional Chinese medicine doctors.

Mu Chun also put a lot of thought into this. In order to let himself have a deeper understanding of this symptom, Mu Chun bought three pairs of sunglasses with different depths. He then used a black acrylic pen to draw lines and black spots on the lenses. Wear it while walking, eat with it, and then shake your head to express...it feels really uncomfortable.

Zhang Wenwen even persuaded Ning Tao to do another CT scan. This time the medical examination failed to surprise him. A strange thought flashed in Zhang Wenwen's mind - it might as well be a brain tumor.

But Ning Tao's brain is very healthy, and there is no place where neurosurgery can intervene.

While Zhang Wenwen was puzzled, a rush of footsteps sounded in the corridor on the fifth floor.

"Muchun, express delivery."

The courier stood outside the door and shouted Muchun's name.

"When did our hospital let couriers go upstairs?"

Chu Sisi stood up and walked toward the door doubtfully.

At first glance, the person in front of me could not be identified as a courier. His clothes were completely different from those of a courier. It was not the work clothes of a courier company that could be recognized at a glance. What Chu Sisi saw was a Lemaire style outfit, a drapey cotton and linen jacket, slender and form-fitting trousers, pure colors, and a quiet temperament.

The man smiled happily at her and added sheepishly: "I happened to see the courier at the door. He said it was from the fifth floor, so I brought it up."

The person who spoke was none other than Ning Tao. He was holding a large cardboard box in his hand, which looked a bit heavy.

He didn't just happen to bump into it, but he saw a courier at the entrance of the hospital and deliberately said that he could help bring it into the department to prevent the doctors from going to the shelves to pick it up.

The courier felt that Ning Tao was a little too enthusiastic, but he didn't think much about it. The express box on the fifth floor happened to be large and took up space, so he handed it to Ning Tao and told him to deliver it intact.

After receiving the express delivery, Ning Tao happily agreed. He wanted to experience the work of a courier, so he ran all the way. When passing by the second floor, he almost bumped into an old lady on crutches. The old lady complained behind her, "This young man You don’t have eyes when you’re walking, can’t you see such a big person in front of you?”

These words were not pleasant to hear, as they were scolding people for having no eyesight, but Ning Tao felt comfortable listening to them. His footsteps were filled with wind, and he climbed to the fifth floor in one breath, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Muchun, express delivery."

Sounds came out of the body one after another, feeling so refreshed and comfortable.

It feels really good to be a courier. I should let Dr. Mu experience it someday.

"Ning Tao?"

"Doctor Zhang is here too."

"You're late. Isn't it a follow-up appointment today?"

"Oh, I was treated on the way here."

Running wildly and shouting "Express", Ning Tao's heart was still beating rapidly, and he looked very excited.

"Has it been treated? What kind of treatment? How could you be treated if you didn't come to the hospital?"

"Ah? Doctor Mu said that treatment does not depend on the venue. As long as I want treatment, it is the time for treatment."

The doctor-patient relationship is a special relationship among human beings. Patients and doctors will influence each other. Over time, the patient will become like the doctor, and the doctor will also have the shadow of the patient.

Zhang Wenwen looked at Ning Tao's words and saw Mu Chun's demeanor. Why did this guy start to look like his doctor?

Dr. Mu has many good qualities, so why would he single out some bad ones?

His words are illogical, confusing, and unlike normal human speech.

The Riddler and the self-amused ceiling.

"Did Dr. Mu say such a thing? Didn't he always keep an eye on the patients who must come to the hospital to register? If treatment outside the hospital is included, Dr. Mu's income is probably the lowest in the whole hospital."

"It's so miserable. It's so hard to make even one dollar. I'm going to sell breakfast in front of the subway station. I just sell hand cakes and soy milk. I think their business is very good. They will definitely make more money than me, a psychopsychiatrist."

"Breakfast stall, this is a good idea. I want to try it too. How about I contact the street director to see if they can arrange a breakfast cart for me. You sell hand cakes, and I will sell pancakes, fruits, and pancakes. Fruit is the best choice for breakfast, and the hand cakes are too oily and not suitable."

The more the two talked, the more they became more and more speculative. Seeing that he was about to be kicked out of the group chat, Zhang Wenwen changed the subject and asked, "What is the big package of this express delivery?"

"Just in time, there are a lot of people today, let's play together."

Mu Chun said, took a small blade, gently swiped the express package, and quickly took out a rectangular cardboard box. The painting painted on the box was a famous painting that could be recognized at a glance, Van Gogh's starry sky.

"This can't be a puzzle," Chu Sisi guessed.

"It's a puzzle with two thousand pieces." Muchun replied.

"Two thousand pieces? No, you won't let us finish it all today, will you?"

"Yeah, it's faster to work together."

Faced with Zhang Wenwen's doubts, Muchun showed childlike joy, as if this was the toy he had dreamed of, and he couldn't wait to get involved in the two thousand-piece jigsaw project.

Zhang Wenwen touched his forehead and barely made any objection.

"I also like puzzles, I'll join in."

Chu Sisi raised her hand and Zhang Wenwen found it even harder to refuse.

"I'll join in, too. It turns out Dr. Mu also likes puzzles."

Ning Tao volunteered, happily tore open the transparent film wrapping the box, and opened the box...

The cheerful expression just now suddenly solidified into the coldness of winter.

"this……"

With a lump in his throat and a feeling of helplessness, he thought he was already healed and was immersed in pride and endless joy.

A boy who seemed to have obtained the key to the castle was suddenly grabbed by the throat by a hateful witch. He went from being happy to being panicked.

This change is just a moment.

"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly stop talking?" Zhang Wenwen asked.

"Yeah, two thousand pieces is amazing, isn't it?" Chu Sisi stepped forward and took a look at the open box. Suddenly, she looked at Muchun desperately, wishing that time could go back. She didn't even raise her hand to participate in the puzzle activity.

"Teacher, why are the stars in the sky black and white? I'm going to fight for this forever!"