Crazy Psychologist

Muchun added.

"Yes, that's true."

"It sounds like Ms. Pan Jing's quarrel is very unreasonable."

"Do you really think so?"

This was the second time Shen Zifeng spoke to Mu Chun. The first time was when Mu Chun asked for surgical assistance, saying that the patient might not be able to wake up automatically. Mu Chun asked Shen Zifeng if there was any way to wake the girl up.

Shen Zifeng snickered in his heart at that time, what kind of doctor is this? He has such strange questions. Even someone who has never studied medicine would not ask such a nonsensical question about his legs. If a patient is weak and falls asleep, just wait until he wakes up on his own. How can there be a problem of not being able to wake up?

Originally, he went to the fifth floor to find Mu Chun because he had no other choice. After all, Pan Jing had been to the fifth floor. This matter was a direct complaint to the Department of Surgery. He was Gu Yiping's attending doctor, and Mu Chun had just been arrested for the crime not long ago. Fang Ming's complaint was criticized by the dean at a meeting. As a result, the entire year's bonus from the Department of Psychosomatics seemed to be gone.

No one would be happy if they worked for a whole year without any bonus.

Moreover, the matter involving sisters Zhao Ping and Zhao Min was originally a matter of family planning and surgery. Mu Chun himself had a thankless job and was in trouble. He did not look like a reliable person.

Shen Zifeng hurried over just to find out what Pan Jing said, so that he could be prepared to avoid Mu Chun taking the opportunity to retaliate if there was a public discussion in the hospital.

Unexpectedly, Muchun also noticed the doubts.

"What if the injury was caused intentionally by the patient?"

Shen Zifeng looked at Mu Chun dumbfounded, his slender body looking shaky.

"Doctor Mu, what did you just say?"

"I said, what if these injuries were caused by the patient himself? His wife might not know, right?"

"how so?"

"Brain lesions, some brain lesions can cause some strange symptoms. For example, patients will be unable to notice the left side of their bodies, or they will not be able to notice the right half of their bodies. These patients often come to the hospital because of physical injuries, but soon It will get hurt again in the future.”

"What kind of disease is this? Didn't we learn the same medical system?"

Shen Zifeng asked himself that he was considered a top student, not because he didn't have good opportunities to work in big hospitals, but because of Fang Ming. When he was at the Affiliated Medical Center of Zhinan University, Fang Ming was his instructor and helped him succeed. After completing the internship period, I learned that Fang Ming came to Huayuanqiao Community Hospital, and Shen Zifeng also applied to come here.

You can indeed learn a lot from being with Fang Ming. If Huayuanqiao Hospital can become a hospital with more comprehensive medical care, Shen Zifeng is also very much looking forward to it.

"Hemispatial neglect, let's call it this for now."

"What do you mean? What do you mean by this name for now? Is it a brain tumor or a neurological disease? What tests are needed?"

"Let me think about it."

Mu Chun's statement was so strange. Shen Zifeng originally wanted to tell Fang Ming about this "hemispatial neglect syndrome" mentioned by Mu Chun, but Fang Ming had so many patients that day that he was busy until he got off work in the afternoon before he had time to rest. five minutes.

When Shen Zifeng was about to speak, he was afraid that he was not good at studying. It was a very simple case, a disease that even a psychosomatic doctor knew, but he didn't know it. It was really not worth it to be laughed at by Fang Ming. Besides, Fang Ming All I know is that Pan Jing went to the fifth floor to find Muchun. It seemed that Dr. Fang didn't care what Pan Jing said to Muchun. Maybe it was because the attending doctor for the last two times was Shen Zifeng instead of himself, maybe because even if such a small complaint was successful, it would not affect his career.

All said and done, in Fang Ming's eyes, this was just a trivial matter.

He didn't even ask, and he probably forgot about it.

When Shen Zifeng returned home after get off work, he didn't bother to eat. He went into his room and locked himself in the room, flipping through books and searching for information about related diseases on the Internet. Until around nine o'clock in the evening, he felt hungry, and the feeling of hunger was like a hairy brush scratching his intestines.

Shen Zifeng put down the book and closed the computer, convinced that he had been tricked by a doctor from the Department of Psychosomatics.

What a hell. he thought.

He actually believed in such a liar-like doctor. If the rumors about Muchun were taken seriously, he might be misunderstood as a sign of superb medical skills and thoughtfulness. If taken as a joke, he was simply a pseudoscientific bastard.

Shen Zifeng was lying on his back on the bed, thinking about this patient named Gu Yiping. Is it really possible for someone to be unable to detect part of his body?

He stretched out his left hand and made a half circle in the air, then stretched out his right hand and pinched the two hands together.

The feeling in either hand was so clear that it was difficult to ignore either one.

Muchun said that through testing, one can know whether it is this kind of neurological disease through a set of tests.

What kind of test will it be?

Shen Zifeng's wife Roland didn't dare to ask more questions when she saw his distraught look. People working in the hospital might be under a lot of pressure when they came back one day. In the past, when Shen Zifeng was at Zhinan Affiliated The pressure is even greater than now, and I haven't seen him so depressed.

Her husband was not a pessimistic person, so Roland put the food in the refrigerator without disturbing Shen Zifeng.

Hu Peng followed Muchun's advice and turned on his cell phone to take a video of the door being locked when he went out. This method worked very well, at least in the past few days.

After finishing the lesson plan for training new teachers, Hu Peng lay on the bed, thinking happily that he finally no longer had to endure the torture of locking the door.

At this moment, as if the devil had set the clock wrong, or Satan had stared at him, a new thought came to Hu Peng's mind, which was as lingering as a locked door, and became more intense the longer he didn't think about it.

He began to suspect that the shower was not turned off after he took a bath, so he tried his best to recall in his mind whether he had turned off the shower switch. In the end, I still couldn't figure it out with my wisdom, so I went to the kitchen and checked. The shower was quiet and not a single light was on.

It's obviously turned off, but I just can't remember it.

That night, Hu Peng didn't sleep well. The next morning, new problems appeared again.

Hu Peng had a simple breakfast at home, cereal with milk, and a boiled egg with a little soy sauce.

Although it is not enough to eat, breakfast is actually provided in the school. Even if you arrive a little late, the cafeteria will leave a few portions at the window for teachers who come late to pick them up.

Although the cafeteria provides breakfast for teachers, the variety is limited to vegetable steamed buns, meat steamed buns, siomai, porridge, soy milk, and various permutations and combinations.

After eleven years of eating, I can no longer enjoy breakfast no matter how delicious it is.