Crazy Psychologist

There is only one possibility. Mu Xiao believed that based on her understanding of Mu Chun, there was only one possibility that he would not record the patient's basic condition, and that was that he was very familiar with that person, so familiar that everything was in his mind, so familiar that he didn't need to do anything at all. record, or.

Mu Xiao thought of another possibility, or Mu Chun didn't write down the patient's information out of taboo.

The patient's name, gender, age, etc. were deliberately not written, and it may not only be because of familiarity, but also because he was unwilling to write, and subconsciously did not write clearly out of respect or because he did not want the incident to happen.

Who could be such a patient in Luohai and beside Muchun?

Mu Xiao was the first to think of it.

"Don't think about it, Xiaoxiao, I'll tell you everything, but you have to promise me to go to bed after listening. Tomorrow is Friday, and I have to go to Fengchuan No. 1 Prison. I may ask you in the morning You send Dr. Fang Ming to Huayuanqiao Community Health Center."

"I won't send him away. He has hands and feet and can go to work in the hospital on his own." Mu Xiao deliberately pouted at the master bedroom to let Mu Chun relax.

"Ah, that's probably quite choking. I'm afraid he'll sleep for several days in a row."

"Don't change the topic. We are not going to discuss the issue of sleep treatment for depression today. Is this person right?"

"Yes, that's Professor Chu." Muchun lowered his head after saying that.

Mu Xiao put the notebook in front of Mu Chun, stood up, walked to him, and gently hugged Mu Chun's shoulders, "It's okay, don't be afraid, it won't be that serious."

Mu Chun didn't want Mu Xiao to worry too much, so he nodded.

"Actually, such cases are not uncommon. First of all, the professor may be a little tired. It is normal for the elderly to be a little tired or in a bad mental state. It is also normal for them to lose their sense of taste.

Or as mentioned in your notes, gallbladder dysfunction, gastritis, and liver dysfunction may all cause changes in taste.

There is another condition that you should be more familiar with, [psychiatric taste disorder]. "

"How can there be such a disease? Xiaoxiao, you have created a new word." Mu Chun smiled and scratched his hair.

Mu Xiao walked to the living room and said to Mu Chun as if giving a speech: "Why not? This word is very accurate. For example, many students will lose their sense of taste before the college entrance examination, and everything tastes tasteless. I have met several people like this A student who went to the facial features department and the internal medicine outpatient department found no cause. He also went to a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for a diagnosis. The result was that he had internal heat and needed to take some heat-clearing and detoxifying drugs, such as Shuanghuanglian Oral Liquid. .”

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"Is Shuanghuanglian okay? Scutellaria baicalensis can reduce fever. Eating too much honeysuckle and coptis will cause diarrhea."

Muchun shook his head as he spoke.

"Getting angry is indeed an explanation, and what if the professor just got angry? You have done so much homework and found so many weird cases. It is very likely that the professor just got angry. Yes, he just got angry. Just drink more hot water!”

"Smile, you."

Muchun hesitated to speak, so he could only stand up and go to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of hot water.

"So, I think Muchun was too nervous this time and was a little too busy."

"Maybe, I went to the professor because I received a request for assistance from Toyokawa No. 1 Prison. I wanted to ask the teacher for some boundary issues.

After get off work at the hospital, I went to the professor's house. He was cooking at the time. The sweet and sour pork ribs were so salty that I couldn't swallow them. It was really completely inedible. One of my professors mistakenly took sugar for salt, so I asked him I took an excuse to go to the kitchen to observe, and I also fried a dish - fried carrots with broccoli. I added a lot of salt to that dish, which was a little heavier than my normal taste.

After bringing it to the table, the professor took a bite."

"What's wrong? Muchun?"

Seeing that Mu Chun was silent, Mu Xiao walked forward nervously and asked again, "Why are you silent all of a sudden?"

"Well, I continued. I brought the broccoli and carrots to the table. The professor took a bite and asked me, 'Did I forget to add salt?' I was quite confused at the time and thought about a lot of things, but The most fundamental thing I want to do is not to make any blind judgments because of nervousness, which will inevitably increase the professor's burden."

"Yes, this kind of caution is necessary. Don't reveal your guess in front of the parties too early, especially when it is just a guess without any basis for diagnosis." Mu Xiao affirmed Mu Chun's approach.

"Yes, fortunately there were a lot of oranges on the table that day that you gave to the teacher. After eating a little ribs, I peeled two oranges to relieve the salty taste in my mouth, but the professor was completely I didn’t feel salty, I thought my craftsmanship was not as good as before.”

"No, you have always been very good at cooking." Mu Xiao nodded repeatedly, "The food you cook is very delicious. Anyway, I like it very much."

"Ah, I was relatively confident. Later, the professor seemed to find out that I had something on my mind. He is our professor and my supervisor. A lot of my knowledge was imparted by him personally. He naturally caught on to whatever thoughts I had. .

That day, the teacher looked very calm, neither shocked nor sad. He was just like a bowl of calm water, with no chaotic ripples visible. The water was too calm. "

Mu Chun took a sip of water as he spoke, and when he mentioned what happened that day, Mu Chun still felt like there was something blocked in his throat, as if he had eaten very hot wontons and injured the depths of his throat, from which he never fully recovered.

"What happened next? It's impossible for the professor to guess the taste." Mu Xiao tried to use a relaxed tone to lighten the atmosphere in the living room.

"Well, I finally said that I thought the professor could accept me telling him this problem. I didn't know that at the time. I always felt that I was quite confident that the professor could handle this matter calmly and peacefully."

Having said this, Muchun fell into a kind of self-doubt. Could it be that his judgment at that time was not accurate? Should he have told the professor in a more tactful way that he might have a problem with his taste?

"Xiaoxiao, I -" Mu Chun was suddenly speechless, as if something was pulling in his heart to prevent him from finishing his words, "I want to say that Professor -"

Mu Xiao suddenly waved her hands vigorously and said: "I am still relatively optimistic. I think the professor is always in good health and will not suffer from the terrible diseases recorded in your notebook."

"Smile, optimism is not a bad thing."

"Then being overly nervous is definitely not a good thing. How about this, Dr. Mu, you go to bed first, you sleep in the guest room, I sleep on the sofa, and I will watch over you."

"Guard me?"

"Yes, I will guard you."