Crazy Psychologist

"I wrote six books for Brother Zhang, which should last for a month." After speaking, Muchun put his pen back into his jacket pocket and handed the notebook to Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai shook his head repeatedly and laughed awkwardly, "One month? Six books? It was impossible for me to read six books in a month when I was a senior in high school. I couldn't even finish six novels."

Mu Chun looked at the traffic lights in front of him with a blank look on his face. He saw an old man supporting his wife and walking slowly on the sidewalk. It seemed that the two of them were 180 years old in total. Mu Chun thought that they could be together until this day. What a great age.

"Doctor Muchun." Zhang Hai looked at Mu Chun in shock and shouted again. "Are you a little tired? What I just said"

"Well, you don't have to read it in a month. You can just read two books in a month."

Muchun quickly changed his words.

"Two books a month won't do." There was a red light ahead, so Zhang Hai opened his notebook and took a look.

"Intelligence Analysis: Structured Analysis Methods"

"Intelligence Analysis: A Target-Centered Approach"

"Silent War"

"Introduction to Intelligence Research and Analysis"

"Information Analysis Psychology"

"intuition"

"You have to read all these books?" Zhang Hai asked.

“Well, these books can help us understand the cognitive and psychological problems of human beings in the process of judging incomplete or ambiguous information, as well as how some inevitable problems affect analysis, and how we can effectively overcome these effects.

Like why don’t people see what they should?

How do people remember things they already know?

How to correctly identify incomplete or ambiguous information?

How to structurally analyze a problem?

And the most important part, how do human cognitive biases form? What cognitive biases are common to all humans, how to make valid assumptions and inferences about a thing, and how to use falsification methods to help us find the correct answer.

besides"

Zhang Hai was a little confused, but after listening hard, he made a decision. In short, these books are good things, read them!

Mu Chun was still talking, and the phone in his pocket vibrated. Zhang Hai was also a little disappointed. Although he didn't understand much, he didn't know why he felt that it sounded interesting. It seemed that he hadn't been as curious about knowledge for a long time.

Zhang Hai suddenly felt that if Muchun had not been a doctor, he would have been a very good teacher.

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The call was from Zhang Wenwen. Muchun pressed the answer button and asked politely if Zhang Wenwen was in an emergency. If he was not in a hurry, he would call him back at the hospital later.

After hanging up the phone, Huayuanqiao Hospital also arrived. Mu Chun thanked Zhang Hai for sending him back. Zhang Hai said, "It's small things, it should be, it should be. I also want to thank Teacher Mu Chun for his notes."

Without continuing to be polite, Mu Chun waved his hand and opened the car door. A gust of north wind blew across his face, bringing with it the unique cold and dampness of winter around the sea.

It's a really cold day. Muchun opened the transparent windshield and got into the clinic hall.

Liu Tiantian came over and said, "Doctor Mu, there is a patient."

"Patient?" Muchun asked.

Following Liu Tiantian's gaze, there was indeed a familiar figure standing at the registration gate.

"Is it Teacher Hu Peng?" Muchun said to himself.

"Well, am I your patient? I already know him." Liu Tiantian waved his hands arrogantly, his eyes were lively and confident.

This means that she remembers what all the psychosomatic patients look like?

Either Liu Tiantian's ability to recognize faces is too good, or the Department of Psychosomatics has only had a few patients in the past six months, so this cute little nurse knows all of them?

"Well, he's my patient, but maybe he's not here to see me." After saying this, Muchun quietly followed the nurse's desk and walked toward the stairs, avoiding the registration queue.

"Doctor Mu, it just so happens that you are here. Just now I heard the nurse said that you are not in the hospital."

Just as Muchun was about to step onto the stairs, he heard Hu Peng shouting from behind.

Mu Chun stopped when he heard the sound, turned around and smiled at Hu Peng: "Mr. Hu, are you here to see a cold or a cough?"

Hu Peng jumped to Muchun's side, "Actually, I'm just chatting with you. Who knows why there are so many people queuing up to register when it's almost three o'clock!"

Mu Chun glanced at the team and said to Hu Peng: "Old man, please come and prescribe medicine after taking a nap. The Chinese New Year is coming, and old people have the habit of stocking medicine. You see, Teacher Hu Peng is the only young man."

Hearing what Muchun said, Hu Peng turned his head awkwardly and looked at the outpatient hall, "Indeed, they are all old people. Why do they need to store medicine?"

"Because the Chinese New Year is coming soon, medical insurance has restrictions on prescribing medicines. It is impossible to prescribe many medicines in one day. Many elderly people are filled with medicine jars. They worry every day that their medicines are gone and what they will do if they run out of medicines. So it is better than The most terrifying thing is that the firewood, rice, oil and salt at home suddenly ran out, and the medicine ran out." Mu Chun explained while walking towards the fifth floor.

"What kind of patients are there?" Hu Peng shook his head and followed Mu Chun closely.

"The main ones are cardiovascular disease and asthma. These two types of patients need to carry medicines with them, especially in winter. Winter is a season with high incidence of cardiovascular diseases. Coupled with the haze from time to time, asthma patients are also very uncomfortable." Mu Mu. Haru replied.

"So, does smog really have an impact on the respiratory tract? I'm used to wearing a mask anyway."

Before Hu Peng finished speaking, he noticed that Muchun turned her face and stared firmly into his eyes.

Seeing this look, Hu Peng quickly shook his hands and head, "Nothing, it's not what the doctor imagined. It's not that I started to worry about the door not being closed properly, or that someone broke into my room. These problems have all been cured." Alright, alright."

"Is that because of the prejudice against you by your school colleagues and parents?" Muchun asked casually.

"No, ever since I corrected my mentality - [He forces the breeze to blow on the hills, he hates the bright moon to shine on the river], I no longer worry about these things, and no one has said anything to me in a month. Pointing fingers, but I don’t care anyway.”

Hu Peng answered confidently.

The two walked into the outpatient room, and Mu Chun asked Hu Peng if he wanted coffee. Hu Peng then remembered, "Ah, Doctor Mu Chun, I haven't registered yet. I was so excited to see you that I forgot that I was still waiting in line to register. "

Muchun's hand holding the paper cup suddenly stopped because the stomach discomfort caused by motion sickness seemed to have not healed yet. Even after arriving at the office, he still felt like vomiting.

"Ah? No registration? This..." Mu Chun scratched his head and said.

"Well, I forgot. How about I go down and make up for it?" After saying that, Hu Peng sat down on the chair.