Crazy Psychologist

In the evening, the weather was abnormal, and hot wind blew in the corridor. Patients in the outpatient clinic lamented, "It's as hot as summer."

On a whim, Liu Tiantian took Chu Sisi to Mu Chun to study case analysis. They studied from four o'clock to six o'clock. The two girls were very hungry, so they met to have dinner together, and only Mu Chun was left in the mind and body department.

Muchun didn't feel hungry, so he simply closed the door and immersed himself in reading. As soon as he read, the night fell deep.

Also staying in the hospital and not getting off work was Fang Ming, a surgeon. He raised his arms and turned his neck a few times. Sitting next to the computer to analyze the condition felt more tiring than standing on the operating table.

Not only my shoulders were sore, but my back was also slightly uncomfortable. When I looked at the time, I saw that I had been sitting at the desk for a long time.

Although Fang Ming was not asked to answer the questions raised by the director during the day, Fang Ming himself wanted to know the answer. Did he want a greater challenge in the surgery, or was it vanity?

Since graduation, Fang Ming has always been high-spirited. Some operations that are considered difficult by surgeons of his age are clear to him and not difficult. To say that he has some extraordinary talents as a surgeon, Fang Ming can do it easily. Ming felt that he was not exaggerating. Before he realized this, people around him had already begun to give him all kinds of praise, some from doctors, some from teachers, and more importantly, some from the patients themselves and their families.

The last group of people is the most important to Fang Ming. It is not only a kind of recognition, but more importantly, the affirmation from the patients will make Fang Ming believe that the career he chose to devote his life to is worth it.

No matter who you are, you will encounter doubts. You will doubt the world, the people around you, and yourself.

Fang Ming stretched his muscles again, then raised his head and looked out the window. The Huayuanqiao Community Health Center was quiet at night. It had a different atmosphere from the large hospitals affiliated with Zhinan. It was like a closed teahouse. It would be open again tomorrow morning. It will become lively again. The bustle is similar every day, and the patients are similar every day. The community health center seems to be a community activity center for surrounding residents. I always come here for a walk every now and then. Dispensing medicine is the main role, and I chat with the doctor. It is also one of the patients' daily activities. They talk about the recent situation at home, and even talk about the bad mood of the puppy at home recently.

The moon is above the willow branches, and every floor is quiet, with the disinfecting light of ultraviolet lamps faintly revealed. Since the new building is about to be completed, the Huayuanqiao Community Health Center has recently suspended the night emergency shift. At this time, I should be the only one left in the hospital. People.

Fang Ming was thinking this when he suddenly saw the light from the window on the fifth floor flash, and then light up again.

How is this going? Fang Ming thought, is there anyone else on the fifth floor at this time?

No kidding, did that window turn on and then darken just now, or did it go from dark to suddenly light up?

Fang Ming found that he could no longer remember. Who would remember such insignificant things? The brain is inherently stingy, so it would not remember such insignificant things.

A few minutes later, Fang Ming heard footsteps in the corridor. Is there really someone who didn't get off work?

It's already half past nine. Is there anyone in this small community hospital who works as hard as him?

Fang Ming was curious, so he closed his computer, picked up his bag and walked towards the corridor. After a few steps, he caught up with the person in front of him. The corridor was very dark, with his back to the window on the north side, and not even light could penetrate.

Then the brightness of the safe passage prompt made Fang Ming clearly see the person in front of him. This person turned out to be Muchun.

It was right to think about it. No one would go there on the fifth floor, except for the doctors from the psychosomatic department. There were not even dedicated nurses in that place.

"Doctor Mu." Fang Ming called out in the darkness.

Muchun slowed down and Fang Ming followed up, "Why do you have to work overtime? The Department of Psychosomatics is so busy?"

"Organizing -" Mu Chun just wanted to say that he read for a while and then compiled the cases for two hours, and also wrote lesson plans for graduate courses. However, when he thought about it, it seemed inappropriate to say that he worked overtime and worked hard in front of the surgeon. So I stopped talking halfway through.

"It's not about packing your luggage, right? I heard that the vice-president is always targeting the Department of Psychosomatics. Dr. Muchun, don't be tempted to leave. I still like to chat with you."

"No, you chatted with me last time and then disappeared. I can't bear this responsibility."

"Have you eaten? Let's eat something together."

Fang Ming took Muchun to the local restaurant where he and the professor had dinner before. It was already past dinner time and there were not many people in the restaurant. The two of them chose a table near the door and sat down. The high temperature that started in the afternoon continued into the evening. , this day can be regarded as seeing two or three seasons.

"Do you have any taboos for Doctor Mu?" Fang Ming read the menu and looked very familiar with this restaurant.

"Except for offal, I won't eat anything particularly spicy, cats won't eat it, and dogs won't eat it. Everything else is fine. Home-cooked food is best——"

When Fang Ming heard this, he was a little stunned. He just asked politely, but Muchun told the truth and told everything he knew.

Fang Ming ordered a few dishes at random, deliberately avoiding the side dishes he ordered when he and the professor came here before, as if to forget that bad time.

"I find that nothing good happens every time I come back to this store. Is this a psychological effect?" Fang Ming ordered a small bottle of the store's own rice wine and poured a small sip into the cup. Muchun could tell that he didn't usually look like him. He is a frequent drinker, and I am afraid that he is unhappy in his heart.

"More or less, after all, you are asking a question like this to a psychopsychiatrist."

Fang Ming found it funny, and didn't know whether it was Mu Chun who was funny or him who was funny. He raised the bottle and wanted to pour some wine for Mu Chun, but Mu Chun waved his hand and refused, "I don't drink, and Dr. Fang doesn't usually drink. "

"Yes, there are surgeries almost every day. I like to maintain a stable state, that kind of -" Fang Ming said, spreading his palms and looking at his palms intently, and then confirmed that Mu Chun's eyes followed him on his palms. At this time, he slowly closed his palms, "I need that stable feeling that I can control."

"The surgeon is really amazing." Muchun praised sincerely.

Fang Ming nodded, "Yes, it is not easy to be a surgeon, and sometimes it is indeed amazing, but you know what? This is a tempering process, a process that does not allow you to say 'I can't do it', but even so, We will still be abandoned inexplicably.”

"Throw it away? Abandon it?" Mu Chun looked at Fang Ming in surprise, "That's a bit interesting."

"What's wrong? Doctor Mu finally found it interesting?" Fang Ming sneered, raised his head and took a sip of wine.