Crazy Psychologist

Although Fang Ming said something very ordinary, Mu Chun felt a chill on his back, as if his neck was touched by a monster's cold hand.

Muchun found that Fang Ming's eyes were dull and dull. Although he looked the same as usual, there was no sparkle in his eyes at all.

Muchun raised his head and looked around until Fang Ming complained, "Are there flies or mosquitoes on it?"

"No, no, Director Fang's words are wrong. I want to say that everything about this hotel is good but the lighting is wrong. Look at my eyes." After speaking, Mu Chun put down his chopsticks and put his face in front of Fang Ming's eyes.

"Don't get so close. Be careful of infectious diseases." Fang Ming backed away in disgust.

"Director Fang's eyes don't have any light at all. See if there is any light in my eyes." Mu Chun said and moved his face closer.

"Okay, you have it, you have it, your eyes are full of light, the light of the moonlight."

Fang Ming couldn't stand Muchun, so he could only answer his question.

"Is this how you treat patients in the psychosomatic department? All kinds of nonsense?"

"I'm asking you about light. You slept for three days last week and there is no sparkle in your eyes at all. I will suspect that you have eye problems or liver problems." Mu Chun continued talking.

"you"

"Since you are treating me to dinner, you must get free treatment, so what does Dr. Fang Ming want to tell me? About the professor?" Muchun took the opportunity to get to the point.

Fang Ming didn't answer and drank a whole glass of water. Fang Ming received the call from the professor the night before. Fang Ming had just finished taking a shower and was about to read a medical book for a while. At this time, his cell phone rang. When he saw that it was the professor's call, Fang Ming did not dare to answer it.

He knew too well that this call would not be a good thing. Although there were many medical miracles in the world, pancreatic cancer was so close to the devil that it was difficult for Fang Ming to convince himself that a miracle would happen.

The professor's voice on the other end of the phone became weaker and weaker. He said that after thinking about it, he still wanted to call Fang Ming, although his own voice was almost unrecognizable.

"I may be admitted to intensive care soon, maybe tonight. I have already had a premonition. Doctors should believe in miracles, but it is really impossible to expect that miracles will happen to me. I have not thought about whether I should follow your advice and stay in intensive care." It will be better than now in Zhinan, it should be said that no matter how you look at it, it will be better."

Fang Ming choked with sobs and could only listen to the professor's intermittent voice. He was weak and powerless, and had no resemblance to the professor in the past.

"Well, I know, no, I don't know, I'm sorry." Fang Ming said carelessly.

"My wife and children are here, and I have no regrets or complaints. My life has been wonderful, and I can give some encouragement to you students, although in the end I still failed to learn the lesson of death.

Another reason why I called you was that I was afraid that you would be depressed. I left Zhinan on my own without telling you, and I decided to accept a new surgical treatment plan without consulting you. This matter has nothing to do with you. I mean Don't blame yourself for what happened to me. "

At this point, the professor's voice disappeared, and then Fang Ming heard his least favorite voice on the phone, the sound of the instrument that determined whether a person was alive or dead with a monotonous color and tone.

There was silence and then noise. Fang Ming heard the nurse's shout on the phone, and heard the voice of the professor's wife rushing over, "Help, we can still save, we can give first aid."

Hearing this, Fang Ming hung up the phone and fell on the bed in a daze. After dawn, Fang Ming knew that everything was over.

"The professor is gone, you're not feeling well anymore, can't you work well?" Mu Chun swallowed a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and asked with a slur.

"I haven't, I'm fine." Fang Ming replied.

"Then show me what you're eating." Mu Chun said and took another bite of the fermented glutinous rice dumplings.

"Why are you so good at eating?" Fang Ming frowned and saw that the way Muchun was eating was somewhat similar to the professor that day. The professor also ordered a table of dishes. At first he was interested in everything, but in the end he ate I couldn't eat it after a few bites.

This Muchun is not only interested in every dish, but also why he eats it so deliciously.

Fang Ming originally had no appetite at all, but when he saw Muchunba smacking his lips, he actually felt like he wanted to take a bite.

"Eat. Only if you eat well can I believe that your mental quality is good enough. Eat, eat." Mu Chun urged while serving himself another bowl of rice dumplings with fermented rice.

"Passed the psychological quality? I think I handled it very well. You see, I have arranged the surgery in Zhinan. I have also seen the patients who were delayed here today in the outpatient clinic. Also, I helped Dr. Jiang Hong in the morning. I didn’t make any mistakes when I was busy, and I shouldn’t have made any mistakes when I was having surgery in Zhinan.”

"Nothing? Didn't the professor's matter affect your operation? Your hands didn't shake? Your wrist didn't feel suddenly weak? The sound of instruments in the operating room didn't disturb your mind. Are you sure that every aspect of the operation was as clean as usual? Net is completely accurate? Are you sure you were not distracted? Didn't your distraction cause the patient to take more time to recover? Are you sure you didn't become superstitious because of the professor's matter and would rather leave bed 15 empty than admit the patient? You Do you think you can handle it?" After Mu Chun asked a series of questions, he started to eat prawns.

Fang Ming has never been questioned like this for so long as he has been a doctor. Even when the family members of bed 15 came to the hospital, he was never as flustered as he is now. Is he giving Mu Chun too much face recently to talk like this?

Thinking of this, Fang Ming suddenly felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of his heart, and denied loudly, "None of the situations you mentioned are true."

The sound was so loud that everyone at the next table looked at Fang Ming with contempt.

"What are you looking at?" Fang Ming complained.

"Want to curse?" Muchun said with a smile.

"No, it's nothing."

"Then eat quickly. If you don't eat, I'll finish it." Muchun said and burped loudly, and received a blank look from the table next to him.

He waved to Fang Ming and saw that Fang Ming was sitting there indifferently.

Muchun said anxiously: "Come here, come here and whisper."

Fang Ming leaned forward slightly angrily, while Muchun simply stood up, leaned in front of Fang Ming's ear and said, "Did you see the red Ford outside the door?"

Fang Ming looked sideways and saw that there was indeed a red Ford car.

Muchun added: "This car belongs to the guy who rolled his eyes. I will go out and row his car soon."

When Fang Ming heard this, everyone was——