Crazy Psychologist

Before finishing the coffee, Fang Ming returned to the surgical clinic with the cup in hand. As soon as Shen Zifeng saw the cup, he knew that his guess was most likely right.

"The director won't really go to see Dr. Mu, right?"

"I really went." A smile brushed the corner of Fang Ming's mouth, and there was a slight wave of sugar. Shen Zifeng felt that he was probably a little sensitive, because Liu Tong suddenly appeared, and his brain nerves were a little abnormal.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of Fang Pianpian because of Fang Ming's unintentional smile, but his smile was really abnormal.

There were many patients and the work was busy. Shen Zifeng soon became involved in the busy work of diagnosis and treatment, handling test orders, prescriptions, and consultations with ease.

Some of the patients are also acquaintances, and they meet once or twice a week, and once every few weeks. These patients account for more than half of the daily patients. The patient structure of community hospitals is mostly like this.

In the life circle of acquaintances, without freshness and difficulties, the whole person will become a little sluggish. Just like when Aunt Yang suddenly fainted a few days ago, Shen Zifeng almost failed to react in time. Compared with Muchun, there was only a negligible one second difference, but Shen Zifeng was still worried about this one second difference.

We cannot continue like this, and we should make some changes, such as finding more time to go to Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center, where there are many surgeries and cases, so that the brain will not rust easily.

During the lunch break, Shen Zifeng specially invited Fang Ming to eat. Fang Ming suggested taking a sandwich and going for a walk by the river to get some fresh air.

March is warm in spring, and the shadows of leaves fall on the square tile floor. The spring breeze blows away the grayness and turns it into a bowl of pouring olive oil, reflecting the passing swallows and flying cherry blossoms.

"The weather in March is really good, and it should be good weather in the future." Fang Ming suddenly sighed, Shen Zifeng looked at the spring scenery quietly, and vaguely seemed to see a familiar figure standing under the cherry blossom tree.

He was fascinated by the sight, and when he turned around, he realized that the beautiful woman was no longer there.

"There's something wrong with you." Fang Ming said.

"Ah? No, I'm very satisfied. Did Mu Chun say something to you?"

Shen Zifeng was talking nonsense as if he had a guilty conscience.

"Doctor Mu? What can he say about you? Why do I see you looking weird?"

Shen Zifeng smiled awkwardly, "No way? I feel that the director is a little strange today. He was very strange when he went to the fifth floor in the morning. When he came back, the faint smile on the corner of his mouth became even more confusing. He shouldn't be undergoing surgery. Are you worried about things? Why do you still have the leisure to take a walk by the river? "

"Because that person said something that I thought was interesting."

"You mean Muchun?"

"He is also the director after all."

"Yes, Director Fang, what did Director Mu say to you this morning that made our usually serious and indifferent Director Fang Ming look weird?"

"He says what the patient means." Fang chewed on this sentence. From the moment he left the Psychosomatic Department in the morning to now, this sentence has been lingering in his heart for a long time, like a water bird circling on the river, sometimes flying away and sometimes spinning in place.

"What does the patient mean? There is nothing special about this."

"Yeah, when that guy said this, I was thinking the same as you are now. I was thinking, I was indeed wrong. It's really wishful thinking to get some inspiration from him. He only has good coffee. I I dare say it’s the best coffee in all the hospitals around the sea. You can try it some other time.”

"Let's get down to business, what's wrong with you, and what does Dr. Mu mean by this? You didn't really tell him about the patient in Zhinan, did you?"

Fang Ming nodded, "I told you."

"Ah?" Shen Zifeng thought that Fang Ming might talk to Mu Chun about some patients, but he would definitely follow privacy issues and it was impossible to tell Mu Chun too clearly. Now he had to doubt that Fang Ming directly disclosed the patient's situation. After finishing Benben, he told Muchun, how much did he trust that guy? This feeling of trust made Shen Zifeng somewhat uncomfortable.

"Not only did I say that, I also planned to ask him to follow me to the Zhinan Affiliated Hospital to see the patients, but he refused." After Fang Ming finished speaking, he took a bite of the salmon sandwich and looked toward the river unwillingly.

"He agreed?"

"He refused."

"I knew how this person could be so easy to talk to. The colleague who is most unpredictable is definitely Mu Chun." Shen Zifeng took a bite of the sandwich as he spoke, chewed it hard, and said thoughtfully for a while. : "Then what else did he say?"

"That's what I just said. He said 'the patient's own thoughts'. I thought it was strange. Didn't the patient's own thoughts be made very clear? The patient expressed that she did not want surgery. Of course, she did not know the true nature of her condition. We are not allowed to tell her the situation." Fang Ming patiently pondered the meaning of Muchun's words.

"You are not asked to tell the patient the true situation, are you?" Shen Zifeng asked doubtfully.

"Theoretically, I should inform the patient herself, but this patient is a friend of the dean, and Yu Wenqing can't say anything more to her. What can I say?"

As the two discussed this, Mu Chun's words were like the warm wind blowing around them. Although they had some meaning, they had no actual effect.

There is no need to disturb Chun Fang Ming. Shen Zifeng wanted to persuade Fang Ming. Director Yuwen couldn't handle the matter, so why should he bring Mu Chun in? What's more, Zhinan Affiliated is considering candidates for department heads. It is said that Fang Ming There is a good chance that Fang Ming is the best candidate in terms of scientific research ability and guidance of clinical practice. The only shortcoming is that he may not be old enough.

Yu Wenqing helped hide his illness, why did he care so much?

"Bennett passed away," Fang Ming put his hands on the railing and looked into the distance. A ship slowly passed by his sight.

"You mean the world's first pig heart transplant patient?"

"Yes, I lived two more months after the transplant." Fang Ming replied.

"It's not easy. The first homogeneous heart transplant in humans only survived for 18 days. This genetically engineered pig xenotransplantation extended the patient's life by two months. Thank God, it's an amazing progress."

"Medicine sometimes requires crazy dreams, doesn't it? About 2 million people around the world need organ transplants every year. However, the biggest problem hindering these patients is not technical problems, but the severe shortage of organ donors. So no matter how many times it is difficult, The experiments are all worthwhile.”

Shen Zifeng repeatedly agreed. Fang Ming said it right. The dream of medicine is a hope that comes again and again. No matter how many times you try, it is worth it.

He has ideals and pursuits, and is a role model worth following and learning from. Looking at Fang Ming, Shen Zifeng felt more and more that he had accomplished nothing.

"But Director Fang, what does this have to do with your patient?"