Crazy Psychologist

The co-worker also told Muchun that Pan Guangshen wrote letters to the girl every week. Later, after he was imprisoned, the girl's letters were sent to the house he rented before.

Doesn't that mean that I haven't written letters to the girl for more than a year? Muchun asked if the letters had stopped after Pan Guangshen's accident. The worker said he didn't know about it. Maybe Pan Guangshen's former roommate knew about it.

Before Muchun could find the roommate, Pan Guangshen recruited him to Fengchuan No. 1 Prison again.

Muchun asked Luo Yang to invite Pan Guangshen to the treatment room first, and then asked Luo Yang to wait outside the door.

Luo Yang was still worried and had no choice, so he paced back and forth outside the treatment room. Liu Feng couldn't help but take a look, but found that the treatment room was quiet. Pan Guangshen did not make any noise and did not hear Muchun's voice.

"Did you find what Doctor Muchun wanted?" Luo Yang asked.

"I found it. There are indeed letters, three to four per month." After Liu Feng finished speaking, he handed the letter record to Luo Yang.

Luo Yang took a look and said: "You can take it first. If there is nothing in the office, you can wait here with me. I am always worried that it will be uneven inside. Although Dr. Muchun seems to be reliable, Pan Guangshen is not sure. That’s great, I’m feeling a little panicked now that there’s no sound.”

After Luo Yang finished speaking, he touched his shoulder and looked worried.

In fact, it was not that there was no sound in the treatment room, it was just that Mu Chun was telling Pan Guangshen a story about a little girl who would receive financial aid from a kind-hearted person every month. Because of that kind-hearted person, the girl could go to school, and the girl could also have a good life. Beautiful clothes, the girl feels like the happiest person in the world.

Pan Guangshen never expected that this doctor actually understood his matter so clearly. He had originally planned to spit something out, but he didn't know how to spit it out.

He sat in front of the window sill, feeling sick and coughing.

"It's a good thing to spit it out. Only by spitting out the pain accumulated in the stomach can you become healthy."

Muchun sat opposite Pan Guangshen. There was only one seat between them, which could be said to be very close.

If Luo Yang saw Muchun and Pan Guangshen sitting so close, he didn't know how scared he would be.

"It won't get better, it won't get better." Pan Guangshen looked at the ground and trembled as he said it. His shoulders were raised high and clamped around his neck. He was wearing a lot of clothes. The sun shone on his face through the window. He turned sideways. body, not wanting the sunlight to find his eyes.

photophobia? Muchun's heart skipped a beat. He obviously had a physical problem but didn't want treatment. He obviously got slightly better after the last treatment, but he immediately relapsed within a week. What was he hiding in his heart that he had to vomit like this to vent it?

"Afraid of the sun? Your body needs treatment. It won't be good if it continues like this."

Muchun said earnestly.

"I don't want to be nice. I don't want to be nice. I feel so comfortable. Please don't bother the doctor anymore. No one can help me." Pan Guangshen shook his head incoherently.

Finally, he covered his face with his hands. His tawny nails were covered with rough texture and were obviously thickened, making them look dirty and old.

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it." After covering his face, Pan Guangshen said more than before.

Although there was no logic and fragmented language, Pan Guangshen kept talking more and more, and Mu Chun found that it was different from the last time he imagined talking to his parents in front of an empty chair.

The last time Pan Guangshen burst into tears, he spoke his hometown dialect, but this time, when Pan Guangshen entered a state of confiding and venting, he spoke Mandarin.

Although he was shaking and emotionally unstable, he managed to sit in the chair and spoke in Mandarin.

Is it to make me understand?

This hypothesis is bold, but sometimes the bold one is the most reasonable hypothesis.

It is normal for people to speak the language they are most familiar with under extreme emotions. For example, if a person who is proficient in multiple languages ​​gradually loses his language ability after suffering from Alzheimer's disease in old age, what he usually retains in the end is Mother tongue.

During the last treatment, Pan Guangshen started to use his hometown dialect very early. As he became emotionally involved, he naturally spoke words that Mu Chun couldn't understand at all. But it was different today. Mu Chun turned his wrist slightly and glanced at the time. It was already close to two seconds. For ten minutes, Pan Guangshen was speaking Mandarin.

Muchun boldly assumed that Pan Guangshen must have something he wanted to say but could not say it. He hoped that Muchun could understand him and say it for him.

And this matter is not surprising, it should be related to girls.

Muchun stood up, walked around the treatment room, and took out a pencil and a piece of letter paper from his pocket.

"This is for you. Write down what you want to say."

Mu Chun patted Pan Guangshen on the shoulder. Pan Guangshen put down his hands and looked at Mu Chun with his bloodshot and red eyes in confusion.

"Do you want to write a letter?" Muchun asked.

Pan Guangshen hesitated for a moment, then suddenly swatted Muchun's hand away.

Give it a swipe! The pencil and paper fell to the ground, and Pan Guangshen stared at Muchun fiercely, like an offended tiger.

"Are you angry? Are you angry with me or yourself?" Mu Chun stared into Pan Guangshen's eyes without fear.

The two just looked at each other, Pan Guangshen clenched his fists and placed them on his thighs.

"Get out!" Suddenly he shouted tremblingly, covering his head with his hands and kneeling on the ground.

Muchun took a step back. He knew that if he backed down and left now, Pan Guangshen might refuse to take the medicine even more, and would torture himself and others in the prison even more.

"Go away, don't force me, I'm just a loser."

Pan Guangshen was like a child at a loss. Although he was standing, his knees could no longer stand up straight because his body could not bear the pain of the disease.

After crying a few times, Pan Guangshen seemed to have made a decision. He suddenly turned around and rushed towards the iron chair he had just been sitting on. He bent down and lifted the chair above his head. He turned around awkwardly again and faced Mu Chun with trembling hands. Unexpectedly, the chair was about to be smashed down on Mu Chun.

Boom!

A loud bang!

"Pan Guangshen, what are you doing?" Luo Yang opened the door and rushed into the treatment room.

"Pan Guangshen, stand against the wall." Luo Yang shouted.

When Liu Feng saw that Luo Yang had controlled Pan Guangshen, he quickly ran to Mu Chun and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Mu, are you okay?"

"How can it be okay? You can just smash the chair. Pan Guangshen, stand still for me. Did you hear me? Stand still." Luo Yang was really angry. It wasn't because Pan Guangshen vomited on him before. The bigger reason was that , Pan Guangshen actually picked up a chair and hit someone. This was still in prison, and the police were right at the door.

Luo Yang couldn't bear this kind of blatant provocation.

If Muchun was injured, Director Zhou asked how he would explain it.

Muchun shook his head at Liu Feng, thinking, it's over now, the plan is messed up.