Crazy Psychologist

"Can I tell you a story?"

Mu Chun sat down on the chair next to Zhou Ming, and started talking to himself regardless of whether Zhou Ming wanted to listen, "Once upon a time, there was a little fox. He was very good, very cute, and very obedient. But this little fox just didn't like going to school. One morning when it was time to go to school, the little fox hadn't gotten up yet. Her mother walked up to the little fox and asked, "Little fox, little fox, what's wrong with you?" The little fox covered his stomach and said, "My stomach hurts, my stomach, my stomach hurts." ah.'

The mother touched the little fox's forehead and found that the little fox had a fever, so the mother brought milk and malt biscuits to the little fox. The little fox usually likes to eat these foods, but that morning, the little fox didn't even drink a drop of milk. He couldn't move and couldn't take a bite of the malt biscuit.

The mother looked at the little fox who was so listless and had a stomachache. She thought, how can she go to school? Then she shouldn’t go to school. So, she waited for the animal school bus to pass by the little fox’s house, and saw the big apple tree not far from the house. When the car stopped, the mother of the little fox ran over and said to the driver, "Mr. Driver, Mr. Driver, the little fox is sick today and can't go to school. You don't have to wait for him, just drive away." .

After the mother came back, she didn't go to work. Instead, she stayed at home with the little fox all day.

Later, the smart little fox kept getting sick for a while and always complained of stomachache. Does Zhou Ming know why? "

Muchun gently put his hand on Zhou Ming's head, moving very, very slowly.

"You're the one who lied." Zhou Ming reluctantly opened his eyes. There was no luster in his eyes, but they seemed to be hiding deep, deep secrets.

"Are you going to be a smart little fox?" Muchun asked again.

Zhou Ming shook his head, "I don't. My stomach hurts. It hurts so much. I'm sick."

Although he no longer screamed, Zhou Ming was still unwilling to get out of bed or take a sip of water. He just curled up on the hospital bed. Except for Mu Chun who occasionally answered one or two words, he did not answer anything others said to him.

Lin Han was pulled by the other two nurses and asked, "Is that doctor the same psychotherapist who just solved the nanny's murder case last week? Doesn't he look like he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve?"

After the long-faced nurse finished speaking, a nurse with a celebrity face next to her said, "I think it has a very special charm. Maybe it's because the male doctors affiliated with Zhinan are generally good-looking, except for Dr. Zhang from the neurosurgery department." Apart from that, I also feel aesthetic fatigue after watching other movies, mainly because the temperaments are too similar."

Lin Han interrupted unconvinced: "I still think Dr. Fang Ming is the most handsome. Although he went to a community hospital, every time he came back for surgery, many nurses stared at him. His facial features were just like those in a sketch. Use a ruler to measure your growth. I still think Dr. Fang Ming is the prettiest. When I was a nurse in the operating room, I was the most comfortable and stress-free operating with Dr. Fang Ming."

The long-faced nurse nodded, "That's true. In terms of appearance, although Fang Ming is no longer in Zhinan, he still has the best appearance as Dr. Fang Ming. Zhang Wenwen is such a star. He even participated in some charity star. It's like The dean is spoiling him for taking the star route, but if he doesn't work hard, Zhinan's neurosurgery department will be surpassed by Sumida River."

The star-faced nurse Xiao Fu sneered at the side, "I think it's not important whether Zhinan's neurosurgery can surpass Sumida River. What's important is that after the Chinese New Year, an outpatient department will be added on the third floor. Haven't you heard? Really? Zhinan Hospital will also have a physical and mental department."

It seemed like this was the first time the other two nurses had heard of Xiaofu's words. They all looked at it with wide eyes, "No, I heard that there are no patients in the mind and body department who would go to it."

Xiaofu shrugged her shoulders, "I think there will be more and more people who need psychosomatic services. What's happening now is suicide, study pressure, work pressure, and you've heard of a word called [depression]. Have you? This word is very popular now. Nowadays, life is very stressful, housing prices are so high, the pressure to go to school is so high, and there are more and more messy things. If the physical and mental department is not good, the business will get better and better. You Didn’t you read what was written in this issue of the journal? Improve the mental health level of citizens, cultivate mental health professionals in communities, schools, nursing homes, hospitals and other systems, focus on the community, increase mental health social worker positions, and comprehensively improve mental health awareness , tah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah!”

"Do you hope that Dr. Muchun can come to our Zhinan? You are too good at thinking." Lin Han laughed and laughed at Xiao Fu.

Muchun came out to find Fang Ming. The two of them whispered. Fang Ming relaxed a little and asked, "Really? Don't lie to me, kid. You can't even make a joke."

The nurse on the side looked at the two people and didn't know what riddle they were trying to solve.

Fang Ming asked again worriedly, "Really don't need to worry about it? He still has a fever."

Muchun nodded, "If the management is not good and he keeps screaming, it may actually cause excessive gas inhalation and intestinal bulge."

Fang Ming still didn't dare to take it lightly, so he called Shen Zifeng and told Shen Zifeng that he would meet Huayuanqiao Hospital later and was currently taking care of patients in Zhinan with Dr. Muchun.

After making the call, Fang Ming asked Muchun, "What's next?"

"Wait." Muchun replied.

"Do nothing?" Fang Ming leaned against the wall and looked at the patients and family members coming in and out of the corridor. He felt empty when he thought that he could do nothing.

"Don't worry, his illness will be cured when his mother comes." Muchun walked to the staircase alone, and Fang Ming followed suit.

"You really won't eat anything terrible? I'll ask the nurse to check the sheets, etc., as well as the needles buried on the back of my hands, tape, and what else, cotton balls?" Fang Ming asked.

"None of them. Did Dr. Fang ever not want to go to school when he was a child? He really didn't want to go to school, so he made up a lie and asked your parents to ask for leave from school for you. Has this ever happened?" Mu Chun asked seriously.

Fang Ming laughed sheepishly, "Is there anyone who hasn't made up a lie about this question? What about cough, cold, fever, stomach..." Fang Ming's bright eyes looked at Mu Chun, He sighed: "What do you mean?"

Muchun nodded.

Fang Ming lost his composure, "How could I not have thought of it at all?"

"Because the simplest answers are often the hardest to see." Muchun replied.

"Don't be so profound. You are not a poet. Could it be that Mu Chun, our star doctor at Huayuanqiao Hospital, is still a poet at heart?" Fang Ming felt much more relaxed, so he rarely teased Mu Chun.