Crazy Psychologist

"What's there?" Sun Xiangyun stepped forward, but still didn't hear clearly what Muchun said, so he asked again, "What's there outside her husband?"

Muchun squinted his eyes and raised his chin.

Now Sun Xiangyun shook his head understandingly and said, "Ah, this kind of thing is quite embarrassing for you as a doctor, and it's also a job in the Department of Psychosomatics where you often know a lot of secrets."

Muchun added, "Yes, but let's not talk about it. It was very hard to watch that patient. In fact, the problem was that his husband's behavior caused a complete lack of trust between the husband and wife. As a result, the wife could not sleep well. You don't even know that you are not eating well and you are depressed. Sometimes she just sits on your chair and doesn't speak or look at me. She seems to be listening when I speak, but well, she's just so stupid. He looked at you, as if his eyes were passing through my body, and when he saw the bookcase behind me, he didn't look at me at all.

Do you think I can say it? This thing worries me too. "Mu Chun shook his head.

"So, I don't know for the best. I'm just troubled right now. What the nanny did to Lao Wu looks really scary, doesn't it? You've also seen the photos, and Dr. Mu, you really don't know, Lao Wu Wu's death was as miserable as it was. The whole quilt was covered with spilled vegetable soup and stuff, and it was sticky and wrinkled. Also, there was a lot of smell on his sheets that was very, very strong. It was really We have an old saying that you don’t know how to understand.”

After Sun Xiangyun finished speaking, Muchun immediately took over and said, "You have to spit out the last night's meal, right?"

"Yes, yes, not only the last night's meal, but also the last year's meal can be spit out." Sun Xiangyun said, covering his mouth and shaking his head.

"You said it couldn't be that the quilt was so dirty just one day or two. If the nanny doesn't take good care of the old man, the family will always know, right? Who else is taking care of Lao Wu?" Mu Chun asked.

"At night, he is his younger brother, but he is only responsible for sleeping and accompanying him to the toilet. During the day, he is the nanny named Liu Hua. But the quilt is so dirty. His younger brother and son always know it. Could it be that his son has not visited him for a week? I?" Sun Xiangyun felt very angry when he mentioned Wu Fang.

"Can I make a bold guess?" Muchun suddenly lowered his voice mysteriously.

"Tell me, what do you want to say?" Sun Xiangyun waved his hand, indicating that Mu Chun didn't need to care, but it didn't matter.

"I just want to say, what if this thing is the same as mine, that is, my wife knows that her husband is having an affair outside, but she doesn't want to admit it, or doesn't want to be exposed. Does Wu Fang also know that the nanny is not having an affair? Take good care of her. Is it possible that this younger brother also knew that the nanny didn't take good care of her and deliberately didn't tell her? Turning a blind eye or there is some reason that we can't think of. In short, she just let her take care of Lao Wu carelessly like this." Mu. Haru expressed his doubts in one breath.

Sun Xiangyun thought for a while and shook his head, "Haha, Doctor Mu, what you said is quite good. It can be explained by saying that there is no filial son in bed for a long time. After all, there are people taking care of you, so don't be too particular about taking care of yourself. Good or bad, it’s really not that easy to find a nanny now.”

"Hey, that's true." Muchun nodded and admitted.

"But when you said that, I thought of something more terrifying." Sun Xiangyun looked at the wooden door of the outpatient room, then stared, his nose, eyes and mouth all squeezed into a ball, and he waved his right hand slightly. Asking Mu Chun to come closer, Mu Chun immediately moved his chair towards Sun Xiangyun.

Sun Xiangyun said in a very soft voice: "I was wondering if Wu Fang knew about this?"

Muchun didn't speak, just looked at Sun Xiangyun with his mouth, eyes, and nostrils wide open.

Sun Xiangyun quickly waved his hand, "Don't be like this, I'll scare you. Pretend I didn't say it, pretend I didn't say it."

This may be the reason why Sun Xiangyun suddenly drove him away after seeing the photo at Sun Xiangyun's home on Tuesday. Muchun covered his mouth and nodded vigorously.

Sure enough, this thought is too torturous. On one side is his best classmate, and on the other side is his classmate's son. No wonder Sun Xiangyun said that he couldn't sleep well these days, and he didn't know whether he was dreaming or half asleep.

His dreams were all about Lao Wu. One moment he said that Lao Wu in the dream pulled him and said, "Don't talk, don't talk."; the next moment he said Lao Wu asked him, "Why don't you help me, why don't you Go call the police?”

Now there is a reasonable explanation for these two conflicting dreams.

That is what Sun Xiangyun has been unwilling to admit. He had already thought of this problem when he saw the photo. This problem was too difficult for him, so he rejected it. His subconscious mind tried to Escape and let yourself live in a state of "having no such idea at all".

This kind of life of blocking out some thoughts is very difficult, so Sun Xiangyun behaves very strangely. He can neither speak well nor sleep well.

Just like the third stick figure he drew himself, he didn't want to be a deserter and had no way to become a hero. He was a man trapped in a plastic bag.

The past incident of the garbage bag trapping Lao Wu may have formed Sun Xiangyun's understanding of his own situation in this incident.

Sun Xiangyun is currently wearing such a plastic bag.

He knew the outside world but couldn't get out. People outside wanted to help him get out, but he couldn't let them help.

In this state, people cannot live well, everything is in a state of invisible paralysis, not to mention that this matter seems to involve a huge murder case. Sun Xiangyun knows that as long as the murder of Lao Wu is true, then he If you hesitate and delay for one day, the elderly around you will suffer for one more day, and one more person may even die from such a syringe.

"I can pretend you didn't say it, I can completely pretend you didn't say it." Muchun said seriously.

"Ah, that's good." Sun Xiangyun was like a soldier picking up a gun and about to run away.

"However, you can't pretend that you haven't thought about it, and you can't really do nothing. You just don't know what to do." Muchun said.

Sun Xiangyun put his hands on his thighs, pushing them out and pulling them back in frustration, going back and forth, getting faster and faster, and finally, he couldn't help but move his legs.

A quality painter will never shake his legs while sitting, let alone rub his hands back and forth while shaking his legs.

Sun Xiangyun's behavior indeed showed his restless mood at the moment.