Crazy Psychologist

Zhang Wenwen ran in front of Mu Chun angrily. Seeing that the two of them were so unhappy for the first time, Chu Sisi didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she quietly asked in Mu Chun's ear, and Mu Chun poured the coffee on her own like a normal person.

"How is Liu Pei?"

Instead of caring about Zhang Wenwen's elongated face, Muchun thought of Liu Pei again.

"Speaking of Liu Pei, my mother is now frightened. No matter what she says, she is afraid that this woman will come to the Chen family if she has a bad brain. She even thinks about asking my father to move."

"That's not a bad idea. Maybe we can actually move."

Mu Chun said carelessly and casually, and Zhang Wenwen became more energetic, "Yes, in Dr. Mu's eyes, nothing is a big deal, just raise flowers, plant trees, and move to a new house. "

"Ah, little watermelon."

Muchun thought that he hadn't looked at Little Watermelon all day. After pouring the coffee, he immediately lay down on the chair and opened Little Watermelon's homepage and started reading. While reading, he let out a satisfied and evil laugh.

"By the way, how is Wu Le? Why did he suddenly come to Huayuan Bridge to see a doctor?"

"Wu Le? The boy with music always playing in his ears?"

"yes."

"Oh, Toyokawa Middle School is possessed by an evil spirit. The third-year junior high school kid either commits suicide or has a band in his head."

"Can you still talk properly?"

"Why are you so anxious, Doctor Zhang? Do you really think you are the savior? Can you be more rogue than the God of Death?"

"I"

"People die every day in the world, how can you save them all by yourself?"

Muchun took a sip of coffee and mocked, "Really, how can you save me? If you want to save me, just save me. Why are you holding me back? What else do you want me to do? I just can't get on the operating table." , a psychotherapist who can’t hold a scalpel, is looked down upon by internal medicine, despised by surgery, unknown to the public, and even confused by the police.”

"Are you giving up on yourself?"

Zhang Wenwen suddenly realized that Muchun's taunting was a bit abnormal, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Didn't you book a flight for the 20th? Hurry up to Zhinan and explain your work. Don't be caught up in anything and be unable to come back. The patients at Zhinan will be delayed."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Zifeng rushed up, his small mung bean eyes submerged in his irritable voice, which completely affected the expression he should have when speaking.

"What's wrong? Doctor Shen."

Chu Sisi asked.

"Mu Chun, come here."

Shen Zifeng waved to Mu Chun mysteriously, Mu Chun glanced at Zhang Wenwen, and walked out with Shen Zifeng Xinxinran.

"The patient, male, 14 years old, was admitted to hospital with abdominal pain, severe colic, and preliminary diagnosis of intestinal obstruction."

Shen Zifeng pushed Mu Chun's arm and said as he walked.

Mu Chun was pushed and could only move forward quickly, but after hearing what Shen Zifeng said, Mu Chun suddenly stopped.

"I'm going back."

"What are you doing?"

Shen Zifeng grabbed Muchun's shoulders.

"This intestinal obstruction requires surgery, but I don't know how to do it. I need to transfer him to another hospital."

"It's too late to transfer him to another hospital, and it's useless to transfer him to another hospital."

"What do you mean?"

"I heard from his father that he had an intestinal obstruction three months ago and just had an operation. Now he doesn't know why he has another obstruction."

"That means there can't be another surgery? Is the interval too short?"

"That's right, Dr. Fang judged that he would die if he couldn't operate again."

"Then why don't you transfer him to another hospital quickly?"

"Why did you say that?" Shen Zifeng was suddenly speechless.

Mu Chun almost rushed to the emergency room, only to see the patient in extreme pain. Fang Ming saw Shen Zifeng actually calling Mu Chun down on the fifth floor, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Doctor, what happened to him? Didn't he just have an operation?"

The patient's name is Zhang Xianwen, and the speaker is his father Zhang Wenwu.

"Dr. Fang, it hurts like this, how did you examine him?"

"I can't check."

Muchun didn't ask in vain, and Fang Ming's answer was also correct.

Because of the pain, it was considered good that Zhang Xianwen was not unconscious.

"Then ask Dad."

Muchun rolled up his sleeves and ran to Zhang Wenwu, "How many days have you not had a bowel movement?"

"What?"

"How many days has your son not had a bowel movement?"

"I, I, probably several days."

Zhang Wenwu's mouth was filled with the smell of alcohol, which made Muchun unable to open his eyes.

"How much the hell did you drink?"

Muchun didn't curse, his ferocious eyes said everything.

"You all go out and I'll ask."

"Doctor Mu, this doesn't seem to be under the control of the Department of Psychosomatics. After all, he is a surgical patient, and it is such an urgent illness. Are you sure you want to take care of it?"

Shen Zifeng saw something wrong with Fang Ming's face. He was the one who called Muchun down. If something went wrong, Shen Zifeng wouldn't be able to bear it.

"Five minutes, you all can go out."

Muchun said slowly, and he had already walked to Zhang Xianwen.

Zhang Wenwu burped again and the smell of alcohol filled the room.

Liu Tiantian's eyebrows were already twisted into a blind knot.

After everyone left, Muchun supported Zhang Xianwen and realized that the child was sweating so much that his whole body was cold. He finally raised his head, but there was no pain in his eyes.

"I'm telling you, it's useless."

Muchun's words were like a knife stabbing into Zhang Xianwen's stomach.

"I've never seen anyone endure it to this extent, but it's no use."

Zhang Xianwen burst into tears. No one knew why he cried, just like no one knew what he had experienced in the past two years.

"I asked the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department to prescribe medicine for you. If you don't take the medicine, you will die before your mother, and your mother will still not be saved because of your efforts."

It's almost successful, it's almost there.

Zhang Xianwen curled up stubbornly on the bed.

The emergency room smelled of disinfectant and fermentation.

"Don't bear it anymore. It's useless. No one's body can take the place of another person's suffering. You've watched too many anime."

"No, it's okay. I've succeeded once before. Just go away and I'll succeed."

With a loud bang, Muchun's slap hit Zhang Xianwen hard on the face.

"You will only die if your intestines burst, and your mother Le Ming will die faster because of your death."

"You lied, you lied, how do you know who my mother is."

"Le Ming, who is suffering from late-stage breast cancer and has undergone two chemotherapy treatments, is judged to have a maximum of three months to live. But now she has lived four months and three days. Do you think it was your last intestinal obstruction surgery? After saving her, you think that as long as you can stop eating and not pooping, your mother will not die."

"how do you know."

"Now that I know it, I can also tell you that if your intestines burst today, your mother won't be able to wake up next Tuesday."

Zhang Xianwen burst into tears, his stubborn and fearless eyes suddenly dimmed, and his tears burst into tears.

"What is he yelling in there?"