Crazy Psychologist

Hu Peng thought to himself, what happened to this doctor? Did he take the wrong medicine today?

It doesn't seem right to think so. He didn't take the wrong medicine.

If Mu Chun also had worries, that would be something that bothered patients.

"I think this world is really too unfriendly, too unfriendly, too unfriendly."

Muchun was talking, his tone was like a robot talking, flickering.

"What happened? What happened to Dr. Muchun?"

"It suddenly occurred to me that it was not you who registered the wrong number at all. You changed the registration of the mental and physical department to family planning. The fault is not yours."

When Mu Chun said this, Hu Peng became even more confused. It was really possible that he had registered the wrong number. He had not been sleeping well recently and had difficulty falling asleep. He finally fell asleep and woke up again after three or four hours. He was listening in the classroom during the day. Hearing the noisy students' voices, his whole head felt uncomfortable. He felt that the sounds that he didn't think had any problem before were now like sharp thorns, piercing his head.

It's like fingernails scratching across a blackboard over and over again.

Mu Chun turned on the coffee machine, and Gululu added an unknown amount of ice cubes to the cup.

"Doctor, winter, winter."

Hu Peng reminded kindly.

"Ah, oh, okay, it's okay. I don't know who will use these things in the future. Who will eat the food in my refrigerator in the future? Do you want coffee? I have never liked this coffee machine, but now that I think about it, I feel reluctant to part with it. I used to think there wasn’t enough food in the refrigerator, but now I think about how much more food there is in my refrigerator. Chocolate wafer biscuits, potato chips, soda, cheese, milk, nuts, and soda crackers, even if it’s I can’t bear to part with the soda crackers I don’t like.”

Muchun was crying and talking nonsense, and Hu Peng could only listen, thinking secretly: What happened to Dr. Muchun today? It is difficult for a good doctor to cure himself. Could it be that he also has some physical or mental illness?

After thinking for a long time, Hu Peng still wanted to try to comfort Dr. Mu, so he said, "I must have made a mistake in that registration."

"No, you're wrong. It's because they don't want me to continue working here. They're really unfriendly. They didn't come to tell me. They just let me know that I couldn't do it anymore. I felt so ashamed that I had to resign."

Hu Peng finally understood what Mu Chun said, "They want you to resign? Who are they? The management of Huayuanqiao Hospital? The director?"

"Well, that's probably it. Maybe it's because of pressure, so you see, it's not that you registered the wrong number, it's that there is no number for the Department of Psychosomatics to register at all. What can't be better? There are a hundred new patients to register today. He was transferred to another department. No wonder I saw people queuing up at the door of every department in the morning. There was no one at the door of the Mind and Body Department. If it weren’t for old patients like Teacher Hu, they would have known which department they came to see a doctor. Oh, I'm so miserable, okay?"

Mu Chun choked after taking a sip of coffee as he spoke, and coughed several times.

Hu Peng thought for a while, is this hospital so exaggerated? If we follow what Dr. Muchun said, doesn't the doctor who registered the patient not have to explain it to the patient?

Oh, maybe it was really what Dr. Mu said. In the morning, many patients came to the Psychosomatic Department for treatment. The person who registered them really couldn't explain them one by one, so they were evenly distributed to various departments.

As long as it's not something like dentistry, other departments should be able to look at it first. Anyway, blood tests, examinations, and other departments are all the same.

Thinking about it this way, Doctor Mu is really quite pitiful.

"Hey, don't ask me why I don't read novels anymore. People, you have to be prepared for danger in times of peace, and don't always have enough food and clothing, so I just dug out books about professions that interest me other than doctors."

Muchun put "Popular Astronomy" in front of Hu Peng and said, "Would you like to read it too? Maybe you will need new choices in life."

"Ah? Doctor Mu, are you not going to be a doctor?"

Hu Peng couldn't believe it.

What kind of person can push a heartless guy like Muchun to the point where he can no longer survive? He doesn't look like someone who would give up on his job as a doctor.

Although it is a bit strange, what would a psychosomatic doctor be like if he were not like Mu Chun?

Hu Peng couldn't imagine it, but what he couldn't imagine even more was what Mu Chun said to him after drinking half a cup of coffee.

"After I quit being a doctor, I plan to become an astronomer."

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"There is no place for people here. There is a place for people. If the earth doesn't want me, I will go to Mars."

Mu Chun suddenly felt that there were 940 days left before the college entrance examination, and Peking University and Tsinghua University had no other ambition than mine.

"You want to be an astronomer?"

Hu Peng blinked. It was really inappropriate for a man to blink like this, but he just blinked, many times.

Muchun suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball and said, "What about you, if you have anything unhappy to say, it will make me happy."

"Ah, I feel the same about school as you do." Wait, what, what did Mu Chun say just now?

Hu Peng suspected that he heard wrongly, but he couldn't be wrong. He did say that he had something unhappy to say to make me happy.

Let me go~~~~~This is what the doctor said!

This is still human talk!

Hu Peng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He cursed a hundred times in his heart and finally felt better.

"I have nothing to be unhappy about. I'm just saying that I won the National Outstanding Young Teacher Award. That's it."

Hu Peng stood up, swayed left and right, and ran directly to the treadmill.

"Running?"

Muchun asked.

"Running? Yes, I suddenly want to run. Can I run at the doctor's place? You don't have any patients anyway."

Hu Peng said this deliberately.

"Ah, run, let's run Pikachu." Mu Chun picked up the phone and opened the treadmill directly with the APP. Hu Peng was completely unprepared. He stumbled and almost hit his chin on the control panel of the treadmill. Not to mention that he looked very embarrassed, the main reason was that Hu Peng could hardly control his emotions.

"You, Muchun, you did it on purpose."

"Ah? Yes, of course I did it on purpose. Just like our colleagues did to me, they deliberately transferred the number to another department, even if I was not allowed to have patients, and no one told me, of course it was intentional, not intentional Who could do such a thing?

It was obviously you who cured a patient, but they were criticizing you behind your back. I don’t know why, but you didn’t do anything to offend them at all. Hey. "