Crazy Psychologist

At noon, the cold wind is accompanied by the warm sun, which is really a unique climate in this city.

A gust of wind blows, and the camphor tree trembles its branches and leaves. Looking up, the red leaves at the top of the tree have faded to light green and light yellow throughout in autumn. The small, featureless leaves seem to have almost no sense of beauty. .

The city around the sea does not know how many camphor trees and plane trees are planted, who can count them, who will count them?

No, don't draw such a conclusion, because there are really people who will count.

And there are not a few people like that.

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When returning to the hospital after lunch, Mu Chun saw Wu Fangmei, and Grandma Wu limped towards Mu Chun enthusiastically.

"Xiao Mu, is business doing well recently?"

Wu Fangmei asked.

"It's not good, it's not good all the time, I can't afford to eat anymore."

When Wu Fangmei heard this, she felt even more distressed about this little Dr. Mu.

"If you ask me, the business in the hospital is not as good as it used to be this time of year. I don't know what's wrong, but the small money business in the next street is very good." Chun whispered in his ear: "The winter solstice is coming soon, and the old man can't bear it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed "cough cough cough".

"Small money? You mean old money, right? One-stop old money."

Mu Chun said.

"What old money? He's not as old as you. Your jobs are all people who can't find a partner."

Wu Fangmei patted Afraid Muchun on the shoulder, shook her head and said, "So, when Xiaoqian is busy, the hospital has fewer people. Originally, most of the patients in the community hospital are elderly people who come to prescribe medicine, right?"

"Oh, it makes sense, it makes sense! Granny, you really know the world with your eyes. You can tell everything clearly. Do you want to prescribe any medicine recently? Take care of me. I can prescribe both Chinese and Western medicines here. "

"Recently, I feel a little uncomfortable. The main reason is that one of the two sisters I know has been ill for two years after a stroke. I went to see her a few days ago. She listened to me nagging for an hour and didn't bother to persuade me.

I thought to myself, there is something wrong with this old sister. When I nagged me about being followed, she would always persuade me that I thought of it all. You seem to be listening to you, but she doesn't hate you no matter what you say, I thought to myself, something is wrong, this is serious again.

There is another one who is almost eighty years old, paralyzed in bed for more than a year, and now even has to be fed, do you think I can feel good? "

"Grandma knows some old people paralyzed on the bed."

Mu Chun asked stupidly.

Wu Fangmei chuckled, "What do you know? They are all good people. They can listen to me all afternoon, and there will be nanny serving me tea and fruits. You know a little bit more than those doctors and nurses, a little bit .” Wu Fangmei gestured with her little finger.

"Oh, a little bit, a little bit." Mu Chun smirked.

When passing the outpatient hall and about to go upstairs, Liu Tiantian pulled La Muchun's elbow.

"Hey, there is a patient who has already registered and will be on the fifth floor in a while. Go up and get ready."

When Liu Tiantian said this, Mu Chun was immediately refreshed and learned to play, "Okay, let's go!"

The patient Liu Tiantian mentioned was named Sun Xiangyun. When he entered the Department of Psychology and Psychology, he was filled with an artist's breath.

An apricot-colored beret, an apricot-colored windbreaker, and a sketchbook tucked inside his arm, which is slightly larger than the one in Ding Jiajun's pocket.

Sun Xiangyun said that this is a notebook for sketching. He likes to walk around and draw, drawing trees, street scenes, and seasonal changes.

But recently he has no way to calm down to paint, because sleep problems are bothering him seriously.

"I originally wanted to see the neurology department." Sun Xiangyun said.

"Neurology?" Mu Chun asked gently.

"When I was still abroad a few years ago, I knew that there was such a department, which was dedicated to patients who could not find a clear disease."

Sun Xiangyun explained.

His complexion looked pretty good, his cheeks were slightly red, and his skin was very shiny. He seemed to be one of the people of his age who took good care of himself, but... Mu Chun took a closer look, The overall complexion is a little yellowish, like wax paper yellow.

"You mean psychiatry, right? Neurology and psychiatry are very different."

When Mu Chun said this, the old artist seemed to understand, "Yes, the psychiatry department, in our hospital system, the one that is closer to you should be your side—psychological department."

"Well, yes, a very accurate judgment." Mu Chun praised.

"Do you want coffee or tea, or do you need some warm milk? It's still cold when the sun isn't out."

While talking, Mu Chun leisurely brewed a cup of coffee for himself.

The aroma of coffee soon spread to the entire outpatient room along with the water vapor. Sometimes smelling this aroma is more refreshing than drinking a sip of coffee.

"I don't need it, thank you. I don't have a good appetite because I don't sleep well." Sun Xiangyun said, taking off his hat.

His hands trembled slightly, suggesting that there might be some senile neurological problems.

Mu Chun kept these in mind, and took a sip of coffee alone.

"I haven't been able to sleep well lately~www.readwn.com~ and I don't dare to take any sleeping pills casually." Sun Xiangyun said.

"Such as stability class?"

Mu Chun asked.

"Well, yes, I'm not willing to take more medicine. I always feel that some things may be because of --- I don't have to work now, so I don't need to face the pressure of life with energy every day like a young man. My life is not stressful at all."

What Sun Xiangyun said is true. He owns three properties in the city of Raohai, one for his married daughter, one for rent, and the other for living with his wife who is 5 years younger than him. Living in a large flat of 140 square meters, according to the housing prices here, no matter how you say it is rich!

And the most important thing is that Sun Xiangyun's parents and his wife's parents both passed away a few years ago. A few years ago, the little grandson still needed them to help him occasionally for a few days. Now that he is in primary school, his daughter stays at home full time , take care of children's education.

Sun Xiangyun was completely empty.

Every year, apart from giving classes to students in their spare time, I also go to sketch everywhere. It is really an enviable retirement life with money, health and freedom.

"After retiring, I have time and the company of my favorite painting. This is an enviable life." Mu Chun said casually.

"Thank you," Sun Xiangyun said with a smile, "It is indeed very comfortable. You can sleep as long as you want, go out for a trip and sketch when you want, buy a plane ticket and carry a bag on your back. Don't stick to the current predicament, don't forget that there are poems and distant places, for me, I have them all, and I don't lack them all."