Crazy Psychologist

As the sun sets in the west, the glow fades away its last brilliance, just like the last notes fall into the lights of thousands of houses around the sea. The bustling cities all give people the same feeling, but the loneliness under this bustling city is filled with thousands of people and different faces. There are different.

Fang Ming walked toward home along Baihua Road Commercial Street. This commercial street has been open for more than five years and is famous for its high-end jewelry stores and uniquely designed clothing studios. Many young people always come here every night and weekends. , shopping and eating, and living a comfortable life.

Under the light, a couple were choosing their favorite accessories. Fang, who was passing by the two, was obviously absent-minded. He rarely was so absent-minded.

These days, he has always been a little uneasy, and he often thinks back to the last few days of the professor's life. Underneath his calm appearance, he didn't know how scared he was at the time. Although he looked very humble on the surface, he still ignored Fang Ming's suggestions and advice in the end. Caring left the hospital on her own initiative.

Fang Ming shook his head, feeling very uncomfortable, as if there was a piece of ice without temperature on his chest. It was not cold, but a feeling of congestion without temperature.

He recalled the question that the intern doctor once asked him. Yes, those young intern doctors always like to ask such questions. They talk timidly behind their backs, and then ask the question casually during the chat, "Fang." Did Dr. Ming have any surgeries that he regretted?”

What they actually want to ask is how many patients have died on the surgeon's hands. It's not surprising that young students want to know such a question. Fang Ming also wanted to know before, but now he no longer wants to, because the more scalpels he takes, the more he gets. I feel that this blade as light as a cicada actually controls a person's life and the joys and sorrows of many families.

Doctors are sometimes angels or demons who control the fate of others.

Trying one's best is one thing, and whether one's ability can be achieved is another. But having a clear conscience seems to be the most basic principle, but sometimes it is an unattainable luxury.

Does he have a clear conscience towards the professor? No, he was not sure about the treatment plan. Did he show this when discussing his condition with the professor?

He once repeatedly dreamed of the way he described his condition while sleeping for more than forty consecutive hours. Did he really explain it clearly? Did the professor really understand?

Fang Ming felt powerless because he was not sure. He hated feeling powerless, which would make him lose confidence on the operating table.

When passing by the entrance of a curry shop, the strong aroma of curry and fried pork chops reminded Fang Ming that he had only eaten a sandwich for lunch and it was probably time for dinner.

A patient recommended this curry shop to him, saying that it uses Thai curry with a wide range of varieties, including green curry, yellow curry and red curry. Fang Ming just wanted to fill his stomach and had no special requirements for dinner, so he happened to pass by. I walked into this raccoon curry shop.

The store is very small and can only accommodate seven or eight people eating at the same time. The clerk looks a bit old, about forty years old. He is wearing loose white short-sleeves with a brown raccoon-patterned apron in front. He sees Fang Ming come in. , stepped forward and said hello with a smile.

"Hello, Raccoon Curry, what kind of curry would you like today?"

"I - what do you recommend?" Fang Ming found a single seat near the corner and sat down. There were simple tableware on the table. The white dinner plate also looked like a bear. It looked naive and the hand-painted menu was small. It is a small book, slightly larger than the palm of your hand, with only two pages open. There are only three choices for the evening set, green curry with stewed vegetables and rice or pancakes, yellow curry fried pork chop with vegetable salad and rice, and red curry fish fillet with rice.

"Have you thought about something to eat?" The clerk politely waited for Fang Ming to take his order, and Fang Ming giggled, "It's very simple."

"Yeah, keep it simple."

Fang Ming agreed with the clerk, but he didn't expect her to answer so simply and seemed very proud of this menu setting.

"But, we still have to choose one of the three." Fang Ming seemed to be thinking to himself.

The clerk heard clearly and responded enthusiastically, "Yes, some customers said that even three choices are actually a lot. I would ask, what if there are only two choices?"

"Maybe that would be easier?"

"In fact, it is not simpler. For those who are hesitant, the two choices are not easy."

"Oh?" Fang Ming found the clerk's words very interesting. He read the menu again with interest. At this time, two customers had already ordered yellow curry and green curry. Fang Ming suddenly felt that he wanted red curry. Fish fillets seemed to be a good choice, and I just ordered a full set of 1, 2, and 3 along with other customers.

However, he didn't want to eat red curry because it was too spicy.

"Then there is only one choice, the daily limited one, so there is no need to choose?" Fang Ming said.

The clerk smiled brightly, as if what Fang Ming said was not new to her. After greeting the customers who ordered, she said to Fang Ming: "That's hard to say. Sometimes there is only one choice, but you may not choose it." .”

"Why is that? There's only one option on the menu, isn't that the only answer?"

"But customers will think whether to eat or not to eat."

"Ah—" Now it was Fang Ming's turn to be embarrassed. He had not thought of this at all, but after the clerk said it, it was true. If the only option was red curry, he would have to consider whether to eat it or not. , or he would also wonder if he could ask his boss to do something else? "

"So, what do you want to eat?" The clerk was very patient, and Fang Ming embarrassedly ordered in a hurry, "Let's try the green curry with vegetables."

"Okay, I see that you pay more attention to your health. It's easier to digest if you eat some vegetables at night."

The clerk handed Fang Ming a cup of green lemon tea. Fang Ming held the brown teacup and watched the small green lemons wandering around aimlessly inside, enjoying a moment of blank mind. He needed this moment very much, to be in a place that smelled like fireworks in the world. , in exchange for a peace of mind, a state that is difficult to achieve in an environment like a hospital.

Just when Fang Ming was clearing his mind, his cell phone rang. The call came from Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center. His heart trembled. All calls from hospitals after get off work would make him uneasy, because they were usually not good things.

"I'm Fang Ming."

"Dr. Fang - Doctor Fang, I am Lin Xiaotang, a surgical intern. I'm really sorry to disturb your rest. Just now, the patient on the sixth floor cried and said that she must see the attending doctor immediately. She has something important that she must ask clearly today, otherwise She refused all treatment and was still receiving infusions."

"Patients on the sixth floor?" Fang Ming was nervous for a moment. The sixth floor was a special ward, and among the patients there, Chu Lin was the only one on his side.

"I'll come right away, please let her wait for me in peace."

Although he didn't know the reason, Chu Lin, a patient who had always been very quiet, suddenly said that something must have happened if she refused treatment. Fang Ming didn't have time to pack dinner, so he hurriedly found a bicycle and rushed to the hospital.