Crazy Psychologist

"Accident has no place in tragedy," Belinsky said.

Death can hardly be seen as a comedy. Death is the beginning and sometimes the end of tragedy.

The morning light is still in his sleep, and the summer morning breeze has not yet arrived in this city. Hao Xiao has already stayed in yesterday, leaving behind a bunch of questions that are numb and meaningless.

Once a person is dead, everything no longer makes sense. Sometimes this is not necessarily a bad thing, but people who are alive always need to live a clear life and need answers, explanations and reasons for everything.

The blood stains all over Fang Ming's body seemed as if someone had stuffed him into ketchup and fished him out again. The original color could not be seen anywhere.

His calmness was filled with frustration and exhaustion. He didn't rest all night, wandering between life and death, looking for blood vessels riddled with holes in the broken bones, transfusing blood, bleeding, and stopping bleeding...

It's like a nightmare that I can't wake up from.

Halfway through, Hao Xiao spoke, vaguely, as if to say, "Death, Qiangwei, regret."

When Muchun stuffed hot soy milk and steamed buns into Fang Ming's hands, he was trying to clear everything out of the night, because when the sun rose, new patients would walk into the hospital door, eager for quick and effective treatment. Some of them were After suffering from illness at night, I finally waited until the doctor came to work. After enduring the pain for many days, I finally made up my mind to take leave from the company and go to the hospital for a physical examination.

Everyone has their own reasons for going to the hospital, and a doctor is an indispensable necessity for them.

Fang Ming had neither time nor the ability to let himself be immersed in the emotions he couldn't get rid of.

Solve the problem of hunger first. After eating, you will feel energetic. This is useful at any time.

"I really envy psychiatrists. They don't have to go to the operating room, that place is the Shura field... No matter how long you have been practicing medicine, encountering such a scene will be very uncomfortable."

"Yeah." Mu Chun responded and sat down next to Fang Ming. The lights in the corridor were showing signs of fatigue. Because the sun was about to come out, the gray ground and the gray stainless steel seats gradually turned into a light color. , compared with the middle of the night, there is less direct glare.

"Don't you have anything to comfort me?" Fang Ming took a big bite of half a steamed bun and leaned his head against the wall. His shoulders, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed.

The soreness and pain from the shoulder blade to the arm came one after another, and it took a while before it eased.

"You did everything you could." Muchun comforted.

The corners of his mouth twitched, but Fang Ming still didn't open his eyes. He smiled lightly, as if he had already guessed what Muchun was going to say, "I knew you would say that."

"I state the facts. If it were anyone else, that would be the same."

"It's better to be a psychiatrist. He will always hide behind the bloody storm. When doctors like us are finished, we can ask Dr. Mu to come out and comfort him for a few words, and we will receive grateful thanks."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Zifeng ran over, "Director, I, I actually... fell asleep."

Fang Ming still closed his eyes and ignored Shen Zifeng. The latter was in shock and looked towards the operating room from time to time, trying to find the answer on Fang Ming's face.

Life or death, no other options.

Suddenly, his stomach twitched, and a cold feeling went from the middle of his abdominal cavity to his forehead. Then there was another pain in his back, and his ears suddenly felt stuffy, as if the world had closed the door to him.

"Master...director."

"Who is your director?"

Shen Zifeng's pain was caused by Fang Ming. He punched him in the front and back. He didn't sleep all night but his strength was not weak at all.

"I..." Shen Zifeng was in unbearable pain. He stumbled and tried to grab the chair in front of him, but he bumped into Mu Chun, and the last mouthful of dark red blood was spat on Mu Chun.

"Is it so serious? Not only can you cause trouble now, but you can also pretend to vomit blood." Fang Ming, still angry, kicked Shen Zifeng on the thigh again.

"Fang Ming, he really vomited blood." Mu Chun held Shen Zifeng's shoulders so that his upper body would not be oppressed by his own strength.

"Can he vomit blood like this with these two punches from me?"

"No, but what if he has other problems."

Fang Ming suddenly woke up. He and Shen Zifeng worked together every day, and he had never thought that this guy had any problem with vomiting blood.

Vomiting blood, abdomen... upper gastrointestinal tract?

His guess seemed to Muchun to be the answer, "Dr. Shen should have a long-term stomach problem, maybe it's more serious than what I saw."

"How can a psychiatrist like you get so many diagnoses?"

Having said that, Fang Ming saw something wrong with Shen Zifeng's face. After arriving at the hospital, he did not participate in Hao Xiao's treatment, but was left in the rest room. Due to legal considerations, Shen Zifeng was at Hao Xiao's house at the time. At the door, if the woman's death was related to him, Shen Zifeng did not need to participate in the operation to avoid trouble. Moreover, the situation at that time was useless even if there were ten doctors, not to mention Shen Zifeng.

Blood again... This night, Fang Ming felt that he was suffering from blood loss.

After he finished two consecutive surgeries, his brain could no longer think deeply about anything. He sat in the lounge and couldn't hear his cell phone ringing or knocking on the door.

There was a tumor in Shen Zifeng's stomach. The tumor itself was not big, but it ruptured and exploded from the inside out as if overwhelmed, so he vomited a lot of blood.

Once again, he was forced to work as an assistant to Fang Ming in the operating room. After all this work, two uneaten vegetable buns were still sitting quietly on the chair. An old lady wearing a hat and looking tired asked politely to Mu Chun, "Is this your bun? Auntie is standing there. If it is your bun, can you please take it away? Auntie wants to sit here for a while."

"Oh, it's mine, I'll take it right away."

"Hey, I got the call in the middle of the night and rushed to the train station, but the earliest train was at three o'clock this morning. I came here without delay for a minute. The sea is so big. I have never been here before. Fortunately, when I asked the taxi driver where the hospital was, he immediately knew that my cell phone was out of battery and I didn’t know how my daughter was doing.”

The old lady was holding a mobile phone, her thin hands were trembling slightly, and she was wearing an unseasonable beige knitted hat. Her eyes under the brim were small, but the bags under her eyes were bigger than her eyes. There were not many wrinkles, but the color of her skin was dull and she looked old and tired.

"Oh, if you feel tired even standing, you can sit down and let's squeeze in."

Muchun glanced at another chair that was piled with debris. The blood stains on the ground had long disappeared. There were some medical items piled on the chair. Maybe a nurse had forgotten them. This left only one chair with two people. You really need to squeeze in.

Mu Chun put on his own clothes. Naturally, the old lady would not regard him as a doctor. She moved her body to the side and then moved again. After Mu Chun sat down, the old lady breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are also called Come on, are your family members also in there for surgery?"