Crazy Psychologist

Hu Peng stretched out his hand, like asking students to be quiet during class, in front of Muchun, "Stop, stop, stop, I understand, there are many, there are many, don't count them one by one."

"No, you're wrong."

Muchun suddenly looked frustrated.

"What's wrong? Isn't there more than ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ many more?"

Muchun nodded.

"How much is that?"

Hu Peng asked thousands of people.

Muchun stretched out his finger and made a 1 sign.

"One? That's fine."

Hu Peng breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, he was really afraid of hearing more than a dozen or twenty people. The entire clinic was filled with a strange light.

"It's okay, there's only one after all."

"What's the matter? That hair is all mine~~~~~~~~~"

Mu Chun thumped, his head resting on his arms, and hit the table.

"So, it's a misunderstanding?"

Muchun lay on the table and kept nodding, and Hu Peng didn't know what his expression was now.

Can people not distinguish between their own hair and other people’s hair?

"Doctor Mu, Doctor Mu."

Hu Peng suddenly understood something, "Doctor Mu."

He stood up, jumped several times, and pushed Muchun's shoulder, "Are you going to tell me that the hair I found is also my own?"

Weird laughter floated in the clinic room.

"That's too much, Doctor Mu."

Hu Peng felt that he had been fooled, really fooled, completely fooled.

But it seems that some are having fun, some are carefree, and some want to curse loudly.

"This is true."

Muchun raised his face. His hair, which had been pressed in his arms for so long, was as fluffy as a nest built by a stupid bird out of rough branches and leaves.

"It doesn't matter if it's true or false."

Hu Peng jumped around like an overly large rabbit.

"Ah, I just want to tell you some embarrassing things from the past."

Muchun still tried to explain.

"I'm glad the doctor could tell me such a thing."

Why are you happy?

Muchun didn't ask.

"The matter of outstanding young teachers should be almost guaranteed."

Muchun was about to congratulate Hu Peng in advance, but unexpectedly, Hu Peng, who was happy, suddenly darkened his face, "I don't know why, but I feel like I have nothing to do with this selection."

"The online voting results are so good, how come there is nothing wrong with you?"

Muchun looked a little puzzled.

Hu Peng made a helpless expression and tilted his head, "That's it. I feel that people around me are a little weird. Maybe I suddenly became suspicious. It seems that I may really be a very suspicious person." people?"

"Because you were worried that the door was not locked properly before, and now you are worried that a stranger has entered the room?"

"Yes, this is enough to explain the problem. I have a problem."

"They are two different things. Suspicion and forced inspection. Just these two things cannot lead to the conclusion that Hu Peng is a suspicious person."

"That means I'm really out of luck."

Hu Peng sat back in his seat and Muchun brought him a can of Coke.

"Drink Coke when you wake up in the morning?"

"Well, or you want coffee?"

"Don't I have a rough gallbladder? It would be better to eat something light."

"Eh? Are you so harsh on yourself?"

Mu Chun said as he took another bite of wafer biscuits. When the crumbs of the biscuits fell on the table, he stuck them together with his hands and patted them into the trash can.

Hu Peng felt stupid and funny as he was busy.

"Do you always eat randomly like this?"

Hu Peng asked.

"What? Coffee and biscuits? I'm not that particular. I think a healthy life is not as simple as a one plus one formula. If you are fat, eat less. If you have a gallbladder, eat lighter. If you have diabetes, stay away from sweets. Formulaic health rules It doesn’t necessarily keep a person out of trouble.”

Hu Peng nodded, "Maybe, I was eliminated just because my voting results were so good. It seems that everything changed because of the increase in popularity, you know? After my votes got higher and higher, the teaching and research supervisor asked me The job of teaching assistant for new teacher training was given to someone else. In school, the principal seemed to avoid me when he saw me. Although I am not a person who likes to please my colleagues and leaders, most of the time I will do whatever you ask me to do. It doesn't matter if I want to be more positive. However, now I suddenly become free, and the topics among colleagues seem to have nothing to do with me.

That's how people are. Yesterday, the teaching and research supervisor suddenly ignored me, and I became nervous and uneasy. Originally, I always wanted to avoid her. "

"What's the reason? Maybe, this is why you suddenly found a non-existent thief at home again."

Hu Peng prescribed some sleep aids and traditional Chinese medicine to treat gallbladder. Muchun said it was just for emergencies. What was the need?

Aren't we already prepared for it? I didn't care about outstanding young teachers at first, but why did the people around me think so? Do the people around me think that I am a person who is eager for quick success and quick profit, and even do these things just to get outstanding young teachers?

Or something else?

In short, the eyes of his colleagues became strange, everyone in the cafeteria deliberately avoided him, and the two teachers who usually got along well seemed to have not spoken to each other for many days.

Thinking about it this way, it all started after his online votes became higher and higher, or he became a "hero" inexplicably.

No one had been to his room. The terrible thoughts last night might be because of what happened these days.

During the days when Guan Mei was staring at her, she sometimes felt troubled, feeling that she didn't care about the things that others were interested in. Once teachers, principals and colleagues like Guan Mei suddenly ignored her, Hu Peng realized that the whole world Everything seems to be fine.

If I had known this earlier, I might as well not have had those online votes.

After Muchun told Chu Sisi that he must examine the patient, write out a check list, and prescribe medicine to the patient, he reluctantly put down the novel he was reading and sat up lazily.

Halfway through his stretch, a ghost-like figure appeared in front of Mu Chun.

"Doctor, you asked me to come today to get the death certificate."

"Yes, Ding Jiajun?"

Ding Jiajun nodded, wearing a white sweater and jeans, looking in good spirits.

Muchun took out a prepared piece of paper from the drawer, and Chu Sisi took a look at it. It turned out to be a legally valid [Resident Medical Certificate of Death].

"Teacher, this is what you are doing."

Muchun shook his head and did not respond to Chu Sisi's doubts. Instead, he calmly handed Ding Jiajun’s [Death Certificate] into Ding Jiajun’s hands.

Ding Jiajun held his [Death Certificate] in his hand without any expression and read it carefully.

"The main thing is to confirm the [Date of Death], [Name of the Deceased] and [Cause of Death] to see if what I filled in is correct."