Crazy Psychologist

Sunlight shines on the rows of windows on the third floor, passes through the corridor, shines on Wu Fangmei's bright red floral collar, and shines on a pair of emerald green jade earrings. Along with Grandma Wu's lively words, they refract into a brilliance like an oil painting. reflected on Zhu Xiaoming's serious face.

At this moment, his face changed from the intimidating solemnity before, and became a bit awkward and hazy under the light and shadow.

The crowd showed no intention of leaving for a long time. The old people repeatedly expressed their approval, praising Wu Fangmei's "speech" and giving Zhu Xiaoming thumbs up.

He was embarrassed and at a loss. It was the first time in his life that he was surrounded by such a group of old people and praised by such a group of complete strangers.

The cheeks on both sides twitched, and the corners of his mouth were twitching like a mouse trapped in a maze, not knowing where to go or which direction there would be light waiting for.

A person who has not smiled for a long time has long forgotten what a smile should look like.

But as long as normal people have no damage to facial muscles and nerves, they can instinctively make smiling expressions, even if they look slightly disharmonious, nervous, and timid.

Blind people who are born blind have never seen a human smile, but these people can also smile. Smiling is a mood, an expression, and an innate expression. There is no reason why Zhu Xiaoming cannot smile. .

"Doctor Chu? What are you looking at? Is this tall man your patient?" Shen Zifeng asked curiously.

"Yes, yes," Chu Sisi took a step back, stood behind Shen Zifeng, and said shyly: "Troublesome Doctor Feng, can you help me see if this patient is smiling? He is Is the facial expression smiling?”

Shen Zifeng did as he was told, and his eyes lingered on Zhu Xiaoming's face. This man had a fierce face, and he didn't look like someone to be trifled with. His body was very strong, and he even had a toned body that made Shen Zifeng feel a little ashamed of himself.

What kind of disease would such a man go to the psychosomatic department for treatment?

What kind of patients does this psychosomatic department usually see?

Suddenly, Shen Zifeng seemed to become a primary school student, feeling that his head was filled with all kinds of question marks.

"Doctor Zifeng," Chu Sisi's gentle voice burst into the questions that filled Shen Zifeng's mind.

"Ah, Doctor Chu."

"Hmm, don't just sit there in a daze. Do you think he is smiling?"

laugh? Shen Zifeng tilted his head, and then told Dr. Chu categorically, "Of course, of course he is smiling. Is he crying?"

"Why do I feel like I'm crying? Do normal people smile like this?" Chu Sisi pouted, unsure of the slightly weird expression she saw on Zhu Xiaoming's face.

How could such an expression not be a smile?

The sun shines on his face. This originally fierce face now looks a bit innocent and bright like a child. Zhu Xiaoming is also surrounded by a group of elders at the moment, praising him, like a man who got good grades in school. A good student with good grades.

He touched his head, nodding from time to time, shaking his head from time to time. Wu Fangmei was like Zhu Xiaoming's class teacher showing off the three best students in her class to the teachers in the neighboring class.

Just listen to several old people repeating similar words:

"This is what young people should be like."

"If everyone knows how to help others like this young man, our country will definitely be better in the future."

"That's great. Did you take a video? Such good people and good deeds must not be buried. Those news on Douyin short videos are all fake. These are the good people and good deeds of our Huayuanqiao community. ah."

"Yes, yes, let me tell you, if my child was so reliable, I wouldn't have to use a cane and have to run to the hospital every week. It's inconvenient. He's old and has no one to take care of him. It's really inconvenient. "

"Old Liu, don't complain all the time. Your children are promising and can make a lot of money abroad."

"It's of no use, really. If you send him abroad, he will be in vain. You don't know, I just saw this young man in the corridor rolling up his sleeves and going to help move the patient. I feel bad."

After the white-haired old man said this, he immediately felt that something was wrong. He quickly raised his right hand, which was full of veins and wrinkled as orange, and moved it awkwardly back and forth.

"I didn't mean to say that. I mean, it's harmful. I just think good children are too rare."

As he spoke, Old Man Liu started to sob. He tremblingly took out a gray handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the wet corners of his eyes.

When Shen Zifeng saw that his patient was not in a hurry to see a doctor, he suddenly felt unusually disharmonious, "Now it's better, my clinic has become "Talk about Chinese Filial Piety"."

"What?" Chu Sisi turned around and asked.

"Dr. Chu, what kind of magic do you people in the Department of Psychosomatics want? Even a patient can cause such a big drama. What kind of disease does this patient treat?"

"Is this a patient? He doesn't know how to laugh." Chu Sisi told her frankly.

"What?" Shen Zifeng shouted.

"What are you doing so loudly? You just can't laugh. The person being surrounded now came to the Psychosomatic Department for help because he couldn't laugh. He originally came to my place for treatment today, but who knew that the treatment was going well? The ground is in progress, and something will happen on your side."

"But, isn't it a problem of facial nerve paralysis or something like not being able to smile?"

"That's not necessarily true. Didn't you say that he is smiling now? Look, isn't he smiling with his mouth open?"

"You come to the hospital just to laugh out loud? Can't you just look for some jokes or comedy movies online? For example, Stephen Chow's old movies from the 1980s and 1990s are very funny. Although some of the jokes look old-fashioned, they are still old-fashioned. Earth itself is pretty funny, isn’t it?”

Chu Sisi looked at Shen Zifeng and clearly smelled the "sense of age" in the air.

"Useless."

"Ah? So talk shows, aren't there a lot of talk shows in theaters now? The ticket price for each show is only about one hundred yuan, which is not expensive at all. Talk shows will definitely make you laugh."

"Maybe I've tried it too." Chu Sisi shook her head helplessly.

"The patients in the psychosomatic department are really eye-opening. So what is Dr. Chu's treatment plan?"

Chu Sisi:

"Doctor Chu?" Shen Zifeng asked doubtfully.

"I, I just prepared some. Ah, Doctor Shen, these patients are still waiting for your treatment. I have to continue working."

Chu Sisi felt a sense of loss as she was running away, but she also felt a little lucky. The former was because Zhu Xiaoming was indeed smiling, but it was not because of the effect of her treatment. Fortunately, he was really smiling. This smile is not deceptive. He is smiling. Apart from being handsome, Zhu Xiaoming looks not scary at all.

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