Crazy Psychologist

Spring around the sea has arrived in a hurry. It has only been two weeks in March, and the catkins are already flying unbridled in the spring breeze.

Muchun had to wear an eye mask before going out when running in the morning to prevent tears from falling in his eyes when the wind blew.

Muchun has good exercise habits, but he is not obsessed with certain forms of exercise.

Since he had so much flying time, he chose to do some exercise at home, and then spent an extra half hour for morning writing and reading.

In this way, he can arrive at the hospital twenty minutes earlier than usual.

He planned to spend these twenty minutes running on that expensive treadmill. A good machine would get rusty if it is not used frequently.

Ding Jiajun was better at arranging life than Muchun. At midnight on Wednesday, Ding Jiajun called Muchun.

A chill ran down Mu Chun's back. Seeing Ding Jiajun's phone call in the middle of the night always gave Mu Chun a bad premonition, and this Ding Jiajun always liked to call Mu Chun in the middle of the night.

But this time it's not that the man in black wants to paint a portrait or that Ding Jiajun thinks of committing suicide again.

This time it was Ding Jiajun who was abandoned.

"Abandon?" Mu Chun wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh on the other end of the phone.

Ding Jiajun laughed at himself and said: "Now the child's thinking is really okay. I am just an uncle Seven, neither a father nor a biological uncle."

Mu Chun heard that Ding Jiajun seemed to have some resentment. What was the source of this resentment?

Everyone has a tendency to gossip. Since you call someone at twelve o'clock, it is only polite to say something scandalous to make others happy.

So Muchun asked: "What's wrong? Are you lonely and thinking of me? It's not convenient for me here."

"Mu Chun, are you still a good citizen with a conscience? You are talking to a despised person like this. I was once your patient. Is your attitude towards patients so mean?"

Ding Jiajun was deliberately complaining about himself while waiting for his checked box under the luggage carousel at the airport.

On the other end of the phone, Muchun's lazy voice said: "Shouldn't you be performing charity performances around the world now? You are the family member of the runner-up in this year's Lechuan International Piano Competition. Why are you VIP audiences everywhere? At this time, you What time is it there? The show is about to start, right?"

Mu Chun became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, and Ding Jiajun almost forgot that it was him who called to complain to Mu Chun.

"I said Doctor Mu, I have been abandoned. I am returning from Venice to the sea alone with a suitcase. Do you understand what it feels like?"

Muchun tried to empathize - the empathy failed!

"Due to the time difference, it seems that empathy failed." Muchun said regretfully.

"Okay, then when we are all in the East Eighth District, I will ask you to empathize." Ding Jiajun showed no sign of weakness and directly sent a photo of himself at the Luohai International Airport to Mu Chun.

"Then you come to Huayuanqiao Community Health Center to register tomorrow. I'll treat you to coffee."

"No, I plan to make an appointment with Dr. Muchun for breakfast."

When Ding Jiajun said this, it was Muchun's turn and he didn't know how to answer the question.

Make an appointment for breakfast, this is really an artist.

Although Raohai is located in the south, there is no morning tea culture.

Breakfast is flatbread, fried dough sticks and soy milk, or if you work late at work, you can have a Western-style brunch like brunch, which costs about 80-120 and includes soufflé waffles, smoked salmon, baked potatoes, and salad. , buffalo mozzarella slices, avocado maple bacon or the most common sausage and fried egg.

Pair it with coffee or breakfast tea by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the sunny restaurant.

But two men! It’s not appropriate to have a brunch date either.

What's more, it's a doctor's job to arrive at the clinic at eight o'clock in the morning. How about having breakfast together? It’s time to eat it under the stars and the moon.

"Then let's make an agreement. Let's have breakfast together at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning." Ding Jiajun made his own decision.

"Then let's eat scallion noodles and small wontons. I know a shop near Huayuan Bridge. If you come over, we will have breakfast together." Mu Chun calculated the price of breakfast. If Ding Jiajun must ask him to treat him, If so, he probably wouldn't feel too distressed.

No matter what, this year's income will be more. Although most of it will be used for charity, we can't be too economical in life. We can save unnecessary waste as much as possible.

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The next day, at seven o'clock in the morning, Mu Chun came to the intersection he had made an appointment with Ding Jiajun. Under a row of camphor trees, Mu Chun saw a man wearing a gray hoodie and gray sweatpants practicing frog jumping in the distance.

Seeing Muchun approaching, Ding Jiajun hurriedly stepped forward, and his first words were, "Today's breakfast is your treat."

Muchun nodded, thinking, 'I have been prepared for a long time. Could it be that I have some kind of foresight? ’

The two of them came to a traditional dim sum shop introduced by Mu Chun one after another. Mu Chun ordered two bowls of scallion oil noodles and two bowls of small wontons.

Ding Jiajun looked at the price list and mentioned that breakfast abroad usually consisted of eggs, bacon, bread, milk and coffee. He hadn't drank soy milk for a long time.

"Add another soy milk." Muchun said to the clerk knowingly.

"I haven't eaten pot stickers for a long time. I especially miss the sweet flour pot stickers from my childhood." Ding Jiajun touched his chin and looked up at the price list, as if looking at test scores.

"Ah, and tangerine peel and red bean porridge."

"This is sold out." Muchun interrupted.

"Who said it's sold out? There's a big pot!" The clerk rolled his eyes at Mu Chun. With this whitening, the clerk who originally wanted to mock Mu Chun suddenly had a few stars in his eyes.

"You can't be that one." The clerk's eyes widened, and he suddenly turned around and shouted to the window behind where he was making pot stickers: "Brother Zhang, please help me see if this is the doctor from Huayuan Bridge."

Brother Zhang actually bent down, turned his head and looked out, and replied, "It seems to be true."

Muchun quickly put on the mask he had just taken off, thinking, 'What's going on? Why am I red again? ’

His understanding of the word "red" tends to be derogatory. Being popular is not a good thing. Maybe doctors need some fame so that more patients can register with them. If there are more registrations, there will naturally be more patients. With more patients, the income will be slightly more. .

Originally, these things didn't seem like bad things, but Muchun didn't want it to be. Whether he was doing charity or being a doctor, he didn't want to be too famous.

How can I put it, everything has two sides, and it is absolutely impossible to have only the good side without the bad side.

Just like there are shadows everywhere in this world, it is because of the shadows that people cherish the existence of light more.

Without shadow, there is no way to talk about light.

People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. There is always some truth in what the ancients said.

Perhaps the biggest worry for Muchun is that he is afraid of trouble. He is a person who is particularly afraid of trouble. Apart from treating diseases and studying, it is actually best for him not to know about or get involved in other things.

For example, after having breakfast, the clerk recognized him inexplicably and did not tell him what happened. Muchun felt catkins flying in front of his eyes, and the spring water behind him cracked slightly.

The ordering was delayed like this, and the customers behind me also complained a few times. The clerk could only smile and say, "This red bean porridge is what I asked the doctor for. This is your order, totaling 36 yuan."

'please? ’ If you don’t get paid for your merits, why should you ask for it?

Muchun didn't understand.

Ding Jiajun, on the other hand, kept laughing through his mask as if he was gloating.

Then, he whispered in Muchun's ear: "I came back from a trip abroad, and you seem to be popular again. I actually saw news about you on the plane."

"You are talking nonsense, how can it be in the news." Muchun poured a glass of water in the self-service tea area, then found an empty four-person seat and sat down.

"Okay, to be precise, it's a show. There's a reality show that's very popular right now. I'm watching it. There's a popular guest in it who seems to be your patient. His name is Li Mu."

"Li Mu?" Of course Muchun remembered this name. "What's up with him?"

Seeing Muchun's sudden nervousness, Ding Jiajun really wanted to tease him on purpose. In Ding Jiajun's heart, Muchun looked like he didn't know what he was busy with, but when he was nervous, he seemed to be about to take the college entrance examination at any time.

Just like now, Muchun became nervous when he heard his patient's name, as if something bad would happen to the patient next.

It is said that after a surgery, surgeons are more nervous about the patient's postoperative reaction and worried about complications. Why is a psychosomatic doctor so concerned about his patients?

What other recurrences and malignant changes can be seen in the psychosomatic department?

Since he wanted to bully Muchun, Ding Jiajun got involved and said, "Hey, I don't know. Li Mu seems to be more popular, so more people are interested in him. There are more people interested in him." Well, it’s inevitable that there will be more internal pressure, right? Not everyone likes to be a star, right?”

Muchun nodded immediately, "Of course, there is a big difference between people. Of course not everyone wants to be a star. If a person with poor stress tolerance becomes a star, he may be even more stressed if he does not handle it properly. Stars Aren’t there many people who are depressed?”

"Well, let's not talk about depression or not. When I saw the weird showdown on the plane, Li Mu happened to mention that he had gone to the hospital to see a doctor because he was very stressed and wanted to prescribe some sedative drugs."

Halfway through Ding Jiajun's words, the clerk brought soy milk and tangerine peel and red bean porridge to the two of them on a tray.

"Yeah." Muchun picked up the porridge, but his movements were awkward because it was too hot.

The clerk who brought the porridge hadn't gone far yet, so he happened to see her and could feel her smiling through her mask.

"You are too much." Ding Jiajun couldn't help but want to laugh at Mu Chun.

"Have you never had red bean porridge, or is our great doctor hungry?"

"None of them." Muchun pinched his burned fingers and felt sorry for himself for a second.

"What happened to Li Mu?" Muchun asked.

Ding Jiajun was stunned for a moment, thinking that Mu Chun was really worried about the patient. It seemed that the joke could not continue, so he said a little more seriously: "I just watched this program on the plane, and then I guessed that many people know you now." Maybe it has something to do with Li Mu becoming popular."

"I know." Muchun took a sip of porridge and as expected, his tongue was burned.

He bit his lip and then answered.

"What do you know?"

"Because Li Mu is very popular now, his fans are naturally interested in many things about him. He also mentioned in the show that he once went to a doctor, and the doctor helped him get through the difficulties. In this way, Fans will probably follow the clues and want to know the whole story, so am I the one?"

After Muchun finished speaking, he continued to drink porridge as if nothing had happened. Now he drank very slowly, much more carefully than before.

"Pfft!" Ding Jiajun couldn't help laughing. No one would call himself a melon. This Muchun was indeed a talent.

"People become popular too easily." Muchun sighed as if he was talking to himself.

"I don't think it's a bad thing. If my previous works hadn't given me some fans, I might have died by now."

Ding Jiajun's somewhat sad tone was indeed stating a rather distorted fact.

Muchun glared at him but didn't say what he wanted to say.

‘This kid actually has the nerve to say that he was saved by his fans. Of course, this is not completely wrong, but doesn’t it mean that he directly turns me into his fan? Although it is! ’

"So you came to me today just to tell me about seeing my patient on the plane? And why did you call me at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night?"

Muchun asked while stirring the scallion oil noodles.

"Of course not. I just want to wait for the omniscient Dr. Muchun to guess why I came back suddenly."

"That means Gong Hai doesn't need your uncle anymore." Mu Chun said.

Ding Jiajun's face turned pale for a while, then turned red again, "It's true, I was disliked by a child."

"Don't he even dislike me?" Muchun said with a smile.

"It's mainly Teacher Bai Lu and Teacher He Ping. Don't tell me they really look like a family."

"Huh?" Muchun touched his forehead, "You didn't tell me before that He Ping also went to this charity performance."

Ding Jiajun innocently said that he didn't know at first. After the finals, the organizing committee arranged a charity tour. From before the Chinese New Year until now, school originally started in March, and Gong Hai would definitely go back to school, but Music students sometimes don't take schooling into consideration when there is a performance.

He Ping went with the band, and Bai Lu didn't know it at first.

"It seems that the orchestra from He Pingyuan is the partner orchestra for the finals of this Lechuan Piano Competition?" Mu Chun remembered this.

"Yes, is He Ping Bai Lu's husband?" Ding Jiajun asked.

Ding Jiajun only knew about Bai Lu that Bai Lu had participated in the Lechuan Piano Competition and that she was a teacher at a piano school. Mu Chun intended for Gong Hai to continue learning to play with Bai Lu after the competition.

As for who He Ping is and the relationship between Bai Lu and He Ping, Ding Jiajun naturally has no idea.