Crazy Psychologist

"Doctor, what should I do if it's a tumor?"

"Why do you say that?"

Zhang Wenwen was even more confused, am I a doctor or are you a doctor?

"I'm ready. If this is really the case, just ask the doctor to help treat it as much as possible."

Zhang Wenwen finally couldn't help it anymore, "Wait, wait, wait, how can a mother curse her son to have a tumor? Should you treat the doctor now or should I? If I come to diagnose and treat, can you let me and your son Let’s talk?”

Lin Xiaolei took out her mobile phone from her pocket, opened the screen with trembling hands and glanced at the time, "Doctor, I have to rush to work. If I don't have money, I'm worried that I won't be able to save him."

"Shut up."

"What?"

Zhang Wenwen raised his hands in front of him, "Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I mean, you are too impatient. I don't know what's going on yet. Can you ask me to ask Wu Le first?" "

Lin Xiaolei sighed and nodded with extreme reluctance.

If I had known earlier, I would have gone directly to the cancer hospital. There is no point in wasting time in this situation. If the treatment is completed early, if nothing happens, I can still make it in time for the high school entrance examination. After all, there are still more than half a year. If it worsens, it will not be cured. Well, the high school entrance examination has nothing to do with Wu Le.

By chance, she overheard from a client that there was a doctor named Zhang Wenwen at Zhinan Affiliated who had returned from studying at Harvard Medical School. He was very good. Now the neurology department at Zhinan Affiliated is almost becoming the best neurology department in the city.

"Classmate Wu Le, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Le looked at Lin Xiaolei, who held back tears and turned her head to look out the window.

"If you feel uncomfortable somewhere, tell me and I will help you find a solution."

"I just had music playing in my ears. Music that was very, very clear."

"That's right. Can you tell what kind of instrument Wu Le is playing?"

Wu Le nodded. He was very familiar with it. This instrument was an ensemble of piano and violin.

“Is it two instruments or one instrument or a live performance with an orchestra?”

"It's not an orchestra, it's a two-instrument ensemble, piano and violin."

Zhang Wenwen wrote it down in the medical record.

"What else? Have you heard this song?"

"No, I'm sure I haven't heard anything like it anywhere."

"What's it like?"

"It's like the kind of music in horror anime, such as scary nights when alien beasts or vampires are about to appear. It also feels a bit like Silent Hill."

Zhang Wenwen tried hard to search in his mind whether he had seen such a case before. It was a bit like tinnitus. If it was tinnitus, there were many causes. He needed to do several tests to determine whether it was tinnitus and what caused it. .

Zhang Wenwen also considered the brain tumor problem mentioned by Lin Xiaolei. If it is tinnitus, the possibility of acoustic neuroma cannot be simply ruled out.

But the music is like an ensemble of piano and violin.

It sounds a bit too romantic.

Zhang Wenwen was a little curious, and even had the idea of ​​listening to this kind of music. However, when he thought about it, it was just like what that fool Muchun said, you have no way of knowing what a person is thinking.

The international student at Harvard Medical School shook his head. For neurologists, there is no way to listen to what the patient hears.

There was no way to record the sounds Wu Le heard in his ears with a voice recorder, and then put earphones into his ears to listen.

Human beings seem to be omnipotent, but it is really difficult to understand each other. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky to make any further progress.

Seeing Zhang Wenwen's heavy expression, Lin Xiaolei believed that her guess was accurate.

Although she was sad, she stood still like a warrior. She could not fall. She told herself that she would never let Wu Le lose confidence.

"Then please ask the doctor to check Wu Le. I'll wait outside the door first. Do I need to pay for the examination?"

Zhang Wenwen hesitated for a moment, and then gave Wu Le a test sheet for a brain tomography scan.

"If there is a brain injury problem, it is generally not very scary. The possibility of acoustic neuroma exists, so I asked him to do an examination. In fact, he should first go to the ENT department to do some ear examinations, such as whether there is Otitis media or ear damage?”

"No, he doesn't have otitis media or ear damage. He just has unexplained tinnitus, right?"

Wu Le felt that what his mother said was right, so he nodded. "The sound wasn't unpleasant, but it made me unable to concentrate at all."

"Do you hear it in both ears, or can you hear it in one ear? Have you really never damaged your ears by playing with classmates or something like that?"

"No, really not. They are all busy doing papers and don't have time to get hurt."

Wu Le smiled bitterly.

This joke sounded a bit unspeakable to Zhang Wenwen.

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An hour later, Zhang Wenwen took Wu Le's checkup report and said happily to Lin Xiaolei, "It's okay. There is no tumor. We all worry too much."

"There's no way there isn't."

"No, it means no." Zhang Wenwen placed the inspection report in front of Lin Xiaolei.

"Since there is no tumor problem that you are worried about, you should still go to the ENT department for a check-up."

After Lin Xiaolei left the neurology department with Wu Le, Zhang Wenwen still felt strange. This kind of case was really rare. Could it be caused by some physiological disease?

He called Muchun, but Muchun blamed him for not opening more inspection items.

Zhang Wenwen was so angry that he rode his bicycle to Huayuanqiao Hospital to seek advice from Muchun at noon.

"Where's Doctor Mu?"

Seeing Chu Sisi standing outside the door with a sad face, looking like an angry little daughter-in-law, Zhang Wenwen guessed that Mu Chun must be doing something to make Chu Sisi unhappy.

"Dr. Chu, do you know Dr. Muchun?"

"What?"

When asked by Zhang Wenwen, Chu Sisi lowered her head in embarrassment.

The fifth floor of Huayuanqiao Hospital is relatively dark and humid all year round. Although Mu Chun complained all day long that the conditions on the fifth floor were too detrimental to the physical and mental health of patients, the vice president had no idea of ​​renovating it.

Therefore, for more than a year, it has remained the same as it was before the establishment of the Department of Psychosomatics. If this place had been converted into an observation ward, it might be bright and tidy now.

"Really, is Mu Chun bullying you? Just call this guy a scumbag."

Zhang Wenwen was angry and kicked the door with his legs. It seemed that he was very powerful. Fortunately, he was just pretending, but it scared Chu Sisi into a cold sweat.