Crazy Psychologist

"So as long as a physical and mental doctor has a good tongue, he can be invincible?" Fang Ming complained coldly.

"I can't say that, but I have to say that what you said is not wrong, but language itself is an art and a science, such as "Linguistics", "Semantics", "Pragmatics" , "General Linguistics", "Cognitive Linguistics", "Language, Truth and Logic", "Phonetics and Phonology", "Syntax"... and Chomsky's "Thought and Ideal", "Chinese Morphology", "Representation and Meaning", "Statistics in Language Studies"..."

Fang Ming looked at Mu Chun, as if it was an infinite loop player, if he didn't press the pause button, he could keep talking.

"Okay, okay, I admit defeat." Fang Ming raised his hands above his head, in a gesture of surrender. "I admit it, I found out, I really am a person who can't tell."

After Fang Ming finished speaking, he sighed.

Mu Chun also stopped, walked behind Fang Ming and gently closed the door of the outpatient room.

"You can't be so cautious." Fang Ming laughed, feeling a little better.

"Well, I think it's better to do a good job of isolation before listening to a rising surgical star in Yuanhai City talk about his thoughts, and don't let other people listen to it. In case a patient passes by and hears a surgeon He has so little confidence in himself, or he might lose confidence in his own treatment." After Mu Chun finished speaking, he also made Fang Ming a cup of coffee, thinking that Fang Ming would need it.

"Thank you." Fang Ming stretched out his hand to take the coffee, but he didn't know if the cup was a little hot or what, Mu Chun found that his hand trembled slightly.

"Fang Ming..." Mu Chun blurted out.

Fang Ming realized that what Mu Chun was talking about was his shaking hands, and quickly shook his head, "It's okay, don't worry, it's a problem in my heart."

"It's true." Mu Chun said.

Looking at Fang Ming's pensive face, Mu Chun could also think about what was going on.

Fang Ming blew and blew on the coffee, wanted to speak a few times and swallowed it back.

Obviously Fang Ming wanted to talk, but he didn't know how to speak.

When patients talk about their desires but don't know how to start, psychosomatic therapists can definitely help them.

Mu Chun generally knew what was on Fang Ming's mind recently. Fang Ming had already mentioned some things to Mu Chun after receiving patients at the Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center last time. Now Mu Chun's mind is full of words that are difficult to relax, [pancreatic cancer], [professor], [time is pressing].

Mu Chun decided to let him directly enter the topic, so he said, "Is there any change in the professor's situation?"

Fang Ming glanced at Mu Chun gratefully, "I didn't expect you to remember it, I thought..."

Mu Chun smiled slightly, Fang Ming also smiled, and Mu Chun sighed, "Whoever heard that matter would be worried, so I remember it too, even if I don't remember it very clearly... It's been a few days, how is the professor's current situation?"

Fang Ming shook his head, "It's impossible for a miracle to happen. Our work is so unreasonable. Although there is no such thing as a miracle in medicine, most of the time we are always very clear about the possibility of illness. How to develop, right?"

Mu Chun nodded. The work of surgery does require such certainty.

This kind of certainty is needed in formulating treatment, diagnosing conditions and performing surgery. If everything is uncertain, then where does treatment start?

There are some exceptions in the physical and mental department. Sometimes the whole process of treatment for many things may be constantly changing from the beginning of the treatment to the end of the treatment, lacking obvious certainty, but this does not mean that the treatment cannot be carried out.

This is not the case in surgery. There are indications for surgery and there are no indications for surgery. You can’t be vague and say that you have and don’t... Everything should be as clear as possible. The doctor, the patient, and the family are clear.

Only then can it be ensured that the operation is reasonable, the treatment is meaningful, and the family members take care of the patient in an orderly manner in a way that is useful to the patient's body.

"Doctors should really know how the disease will develop. Basically, their minds are like a mirror." Mu Chun said.

Fang Ming turned the cup around, and said, "But sometimes patients may not be able to understand. Although the professor himself was a doctor himself, he still has some luck in this matter."

"It's human nature to be lucky," Mu Chun said.

"Well, I know, I think I know, I just didn't handle this matter well." Fang Ming said a little annoyed.

It happened last night. The professor invited Fang Ming to have dinner together. He said that it had been a long time since we met. Instead of just worrying about his illness, we should also talk about other interests, such as what fun things happened at work and whether he had any plans to study abroad. The professor said He can help arrange it.

However, whenever he talked about topics related to the future, the professor's good mood would stop abruptly, and then he would comfort Fang Ming when he saw that Fang Ming was silent, "It's okay, look, Richard the theoretical physicist De Feynman's life is also very remarkable. Not only has he achieved good results in theoretical physics, but he is also a pioneer in the field of quantum computing. In addition, he also helped investigate the Challenger space shuttle accident. The knowledge imparter who imparts the fun of physics has written the "Feynman Lectures on Physics" which has influenced generations of students.

I remember I once taught a student who raised his hand in the first class and asked me, "Is medicine more amazing or physics more amazing?"

I was really dumbfounded. "

"Yes, I remember." Of course Fang Ming remembered that student. He was also sitting below that class. The student who raised his hand to ask the professor a question was named Wang Hao. The most amazing thing I did during college was to take a bunch of materials from the laboratory to make a high-energy electromagnetic gun in the dormitory, and let the high-energy electromagnetic gun sing an ode to joy.

In the end, this classmate Wang Hao got what he wanted, gave up medicine, and got into MIT with his frightening intelligence and admirable physical strength. Maybe I'm still studying for a Ph.D., and it's about the fifth year of my Ph.D.

Fang Ming understood why the professor brought up Feynman's example, because Feynman learned to run with his friends one day after he retired. After running home, he found that something was wrong with his body, and there was a very obvious lump in his abdomen.

Feynman was very calm and sensitive. He went to the hospital for an examination the next day. Speaking of the story with the professor, it was a little imaginative. He also went to the hospital immediately when he noticed something was wrong.

The test results were not satisfactory, and the physicist who became a household name after Einstein and Bohr suffered from cancer.

Even more unfortunately, Feynman suffered from two rare cancers in his later years, liposarcoma and macroglobulinemia. Finally, after a decade of battling cancer, Feynman died in Los Angeles at the age of 69.

The story of Feynman in the professor's mouth is actually not focused on the two cancers he unfortunately suffered from, but that Feynman has lived for at least ten years.

Fang Ming chose a Chinese restaurant. The professor has not returned to China for many years. Although there are Chinese restaurants in foreign countries, the taste of Chinese food is more authentic when it comes to returning home.

When the professor had a good appetite, eating some of his favorite food was an important purpose Fang Ming could think of for the two of them having dinner last night.

The professor did order a lot of dishes, such as shredded eel in oil, sweet and sour ribs, boiled prawns, scallion oil and taro, braised pork with dried plums, braised crucian carp, shepherd's purse and tofu soup, boiled chicken, and a little warm rice wine.

"Is it too oily?" Fang Ming asked.

"Well, it's really oily, but this is Raohai. The place around the sea has such dishes, thick oily red sauce, and the deliciousness in the bones is unforgettable." The professor said.

It seemed to Fang Ming that the professor's eyes were very bright. Because he did not have severe jaundice, the professor's skin color was not much different from that of normal people. If he was not said to be a critically ill patient, no one else in the restaurant would be able to tell.

"Let's have dinner today, and we'll talk about tomorrow if there is anything more important." Fang Ming raised his glass, and poured a sip of hot rice wine from the teacher's small wine pot into his own transparent glass.

"Ah, yes, I also want to ask about other students' later situation. You should all have a good development." The professor seemed to be in a good mood.

In Fang Ming's impression, the professor has always been very insightful, a person who is powerful, decisive and able to implement many ideas according to his own ideas.

Such a person is not only suitable for the scientific research circle, but even if he is in business, he is very able to thrive in the business world.

In fact, Fang Ming himself is also such a person, brave, powerful, decisive, with good control and perseverance.

Medical students need to be more patient on the way to study, study hard, practice and just after entering the hospital, they must have good physical fitness to cope with the overburdened hospital work.

It can be regarded as a heroic sympathy, and Fang Ming admires the quality of the professor from the bottom of his heart.

The two chatted about some memories of their school days and how deceitful the layout of the school’s restaurant was. Fang Ming said, “Did the professor find that our school’s restaurant is really unique? When I first went to the cafeteria, Someone told me that there is a western restaurant in our school. I was very happy. I thought that it would be hard to eat a piece of steak after endorsing it. If I started to dissect it, I might not be interested in the **** meat. It is better to replenish my energy before then.

Then I went to look for the western restaurant, and went all the way to the small auditorium in the east, but I still couldn’t find the western restaurant. I went back to the dormitory and questioned my roommate unhappily. The roommate joked and I said, eh? Fang Ming, how do you go east for the western restaurant? Of course the western restaurant is to the west of the school, just behind the western basketball court.

The next day, I honestly walked to the basketball court in the west. I walked for a while with a hot water bottle, and saw a Chinese restaurant. I thought, our school food is good, there are several restaurants, and there are a lot of Chinese and Western flavors. , Then I walked for a while, and saw a small restaurant called Nan Restaurant.

At that time, I panicked in my heart. Is there a Chinese restaurant, a male restaurant, and an eastern restaurant? Then this western restaurant may not be a place to eat steak at all, but a restaurant on the west side. "

The professor laughed heartily when he heard it, and he couldn't tell he was a patient at all.

"I'm the same as you. I was also very troubled when I first came to medical school. I was young and liked to eat Western food. I walked and walked and saw the North Restaurant. When I saw the North Restaurant, I understood that the Western food The restaurant must be the meaning of the west, but the mutton steamed buns in the western restaurant taste pretty good, I really want to try it, do you think there will be a chance to go there in the future, let’s go to school next time, it’s too cold now, and the school is too cold It's going to be a holiday, let's wait until late autumn to see the ginkgo trees all over the ground, it must be very beautiful, the golden campus is nostalgic."

After hearing what the professor said, Fang Ming probably understood what he meant, so he said in a strange way, "Ah, there is no absolute in everything, maybe there is a chance."

Fang Ming didn't notice anything at that time, but he seemed to vaguely hear the teacher sighing for a moment, and then the conversation between the two stopped for a while.

It was only then that Fang Ming realized that he might have said something wrong. The professor is a doctor, and he knew the meaning of what the doctor said too well. The professor must have thought that Fang Ming meant that this illness should not pass.

The professor later asked Fang Ming if he had read a book titled "When Breath Becomes Air". The author of this book, Paul Calanish (Paul), had passed away when the reader read his book. . Paul has a double degree in English Literature and Human Biology from Stanford University in the United States, a master's degree in History of Science and Philosophy from Cambridge University in the United Kingdom, and a Doctor of Medicine from Yale University in the United States with honors. Host your own research lab. That year, Paul, who was about to reach the pinnacle of his life, was suddenly diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. Since then, he began to record the rest of his life as a doctor and a patient, reflecting on medical treatment and human nature.

The professor said that Paul did not give up life, nor did he give up his work as a neurologist. He has been working hard and living strong until the last moment, and wrote down all his feelings and understandings.

Like Feynman, Feynman also said that in those painful times, when helping someone solve their mathematical difficulties, he would devote himself to thinking about the difficult problem, what disease and pain during that time, What fear, he forgot all.

Feynman during that time was completely normal and couldn't be more normal.

Why did the professor tell these stories, why did he invite Fang Ming to the restaurant for dinner, why did he ask Fang Ming if he would go back to the campus together in autumn to see the fallen ginkgo trees.

After returning home, Fang Ming tossed and turned on the bed, feeling more and more uneasy. He always felt that his answer might be too imprudent, but he didn't know how to answer it.

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Mu Chun listened carefully to Fang Ming's narration, and fully understood why Fang Ming left his post during working hours today and went to the physical and mental hospital to "see a doctor".

"I thought over and over again, did I say something wrong?" Fang Ming frowned and sighed.

"You just answered the professor according to what a doctor should say, so don't be sad about it." Mu Chun replied.

Fang Ming shook his head, "Is that really the case?"

"Yes, how should a surgeon answer such questions from patients? This is a very troublesome thing with no accurate answer, so everyone will have a relatively uniform method. Although it may not be perfect, it is usually correct. way." Mu Chun comforted.

"Indeed, there will be such a method. I haven't learned it in books, and I won't have a teacher to teach it. It's just that I have been in the hospital and the department for a long time. I have seen more patients and handled more diseases. I have also learned how the seniors did it... Gradually, I will have my own set of methods. Over time, when I notice similar problems, I will answer them according to that method.

However, this time I am not in a hospital, I am not wearing a white coat, and the professor is not wearing a patient suit, so why can't I change my thinking. "

Fang Ming hugged his head very annoyed.

Mu Chun asked again, "Did something else happen last night? Or this morning?"

Hearing what Mu Chun said, Fang Ming almost panicked. He didn't want to say anything. He just wanted to ask Mu Chun if he had done something wrong, or Fang Ming just wanted someone to tell him. From the perspective of the doctor, there is nothing wrong with telling the truth about the condition.

How did Mu Chun know that something else was going on?

This guy, I really want to see what he is made of.

"Indeed, something happened that was unexpected, and I seem to have nothing to do about it except to lament that it was unexpected." Fang Ming was very frustrated.

"The professor left?" Mu Chun asked.

"How do you know? Did you go to Zhinan Subsidiary in the morning? Or did your patient Bai Lu tell you? But Bai Lu is not in the surgical ward. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"How do you know? Did you go to Zhinan Subsidiary in the morning? Or did your patient Bai Lu tell you? But Bai Lu is not in the surgical ward." Fang Ming felt a little dizzy.

"This is a very simple reasoning. It is only because of the smog, and because Dr. Fang does not know the true face of Mount Lushan because he is in the mountain. I heard you said so many things about the professor. It can be roughly analyzed as follows: The professor has his own ideas. , In addition, the professor may want to spend the last time of my own life, want to work to the end like Feynman and Paul, maybe he went back, not ready to receive treatment, maybe he went to another hospital.

All in all, he should not be affiliated with Zhinan anymore, that's why you are so nervous. "Mu Chun analyzed slowly.

Fang Ming took a deep breath, then stretched his hands forward, pressed against the edge of the table, and nodded with great effort.

"That's right, the teacher is gone. He left overnight last night. I haven't checked the monitoring yet. Maybe he left directly from the corridor. He is very assertive and extremely demanding of himself, although He has a very gentle attitude towards many opinions, but in the end he is still a very self-centered teacher." Fang Ming was a little helpless.

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