Crazy Psychologist

There is only one possibility. Mu Xiao believes that based on her understanding of Mu Chun, there is only one possibility that he will not record the basic situation of the patient, that is, he is very familiar with that person, so familiar that everything is in his mind, so familiar that he does not need to do anything at all. record, or...

Mu Xiao thought of another possibility, or Mu Chun did not write the patient's information out of a taboo.

The patient's name, gender, age, etc. were not written on purpose, not only because of familiarity, but also because he was unwilling to write, and subconsciously did not write clearly out of respect or because he didn't want this thing to happen.

In around the sea, by Mu Chun's side, who could be such a patient?

Mu Xiao was the first to think of it.

"Don't think about it, smile, I will tell you everything, but you have to promise me, go to bed after listening, tomorrow is Friday, I have to go to Fengchuan No. You send Dr. Fang Ming to Huayuanqiao Community Health Center."

"I won't send him off. He has hands and feet and can go to work in the hospital by himself." Mu Xiao deliberately pouted at the master bedroom to make Mu Chun relax.

"Ah, that's probably enough. I'm afraid he will sleep for several days in a row."

"Don't change the subject, we won't discuss sleep therapy for depression today, is this person?"

"Yes, it's Professor Chu." After Mu Chun finished speaking, he lowered his head.

Mu Xiao put the notebook in front of Mu Chun, stood up and walked to him, gently hugging Mu Chun's shoulder, "It's okay, don't be afraid, it won't be that serious."

Mu Chun didn't want to make Mu Xiao worry too much, so he nodded.

"In fact, such cases are not uncommon. First of all, the professor may be a little tired. It is normal for the elderly to have some fatigue or poor mental state, and taste loss.

Or as you wrote in your notes, gallbladder dysfunction, gastritis, and liver dysfunction may all cause changes in taste.

There is another condition that you should be more familiar with, [mental dysgeusia]. "

"How can there be such a disease, Xiaoxiao, you made up a new word." Mu Chun scratched his hair with a smile.

Mu Xiao went to the living room, and said to Mu Chun as if giving a speech: "Why not, this word is very accurate, for example, many students will lose their sense of taste before the college entrance examination, and they have no taste in anything. I have met several people like this I went to the ENT department, went to the internal medicine clinic, but I couldn’t find the cause, and I went to the Chinese medicine doctor for a diagnosis. It turned out that I was getting angry, and I needed to take some heat-clearing and detoxifying medicines, such as Shuanghuanglian Oral Liquid and the like. .”

puff!

"Is Shuanghuanglian okay? Scutellaria baicalensis can reduce fever. If you eat too much honeysuckle and coptis, you will have diarrhea."

Mu Chun shook his head while talking.

"Getting angry is indeed an explanation, and what if the professor is also getting angry, you have done so much homework and found so many strange cases, it is very likely that the professor is getting angry, yes, he is just getting angry, Just drink more water!"

"Smile, you..."

Mu Chun hesitated to speak, so he stood up and went to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of hot water.

"So, I think Mu Chun was too nervous this time, and it was a bit too laborious."

"Maybe, I went to the professor because I received a request for assistance from Toyokawa First Prison, and I wanted to ask the teacher for some border issues.

After get off work at the hospital, I went to the professor’s house. He was cooking at the time. The sweet and sour pork ribs were so salty that I couldn’t swallow them. As an excuse, I went to the kitchen to observe, and I also fried a dish—fried broccoli and carrots. I added a lot of salt to that dish, which was slightly heavier than my normal taste.

It was brought to the table, and after the professor took a bite..."

"What's wrong? Mu Chun?"

Seeing that Mu Chun didn't speak, Mu Xiao nervously stepped forward and asked again, "Why didn't you speak suddenly?"

"Well, let me continue. I brought fried broccoli and carrots to the table. The professor took a bite and asked me 'did I forget to put salt?'. My mind was messed up and I thought about many things, but Most fundamentally, I still want not to make any blind judgments because of nervousness, which will inevitably increase the burden on the professor."

"That's right, this kind of caution is necessary. Don't easily express your guess in front of the person involved too early, especially when it's just a guess without any diagnostic basis." Mu Xiao affirmed Mu Chun's approach.

"Yes, fortunately there were a lot of oranges you gave to the teacher on the table that day. After I ate a little ribs, I peeled two oranges to relieve the salty taste, and then the salty taste in my mouth was relieved, but the professor completely I didn’t think it was salty, and I thought my craftsmanship was not as good as before.”

"No, you have always been very good at cooking." Mu Xiao nodded again and again, "The dishes you cook are very delicious, anyway, I like them very much."

"Ah, I'm also more confident. Later, the professor seemed to find out that I had something on my mind. He is our professor and my supervisor. He has taught me a lot of knowledge. He can easily capture my thoughts. .

On that day, the teacher looked very calm, neither shocked nor sad, just like a bowl of calm water, without any chaotic ripples, the water surface was too calm. "

Mu Chun drank his saliva while talking, and when he mentioned what happened that day, Mu Chun still felt that something was blocked in his throat, like eating a very hot wonton, which hurt the deep part of his throat, and he never fully recovered.

"What happened later? It's impossible for the professor to guess the taste by himself." Mu Xiao tried to relax the atmosphere in the living room with a relaxed tone.

"Well, I said it later, I thought the professor could accept me telling him about this problem, I didn't know at the time~www.readwn.com~ I always felt quite sure that the professor could handle this matter calmly and peacefully thing......"

Speaking of this, Mu Chun fell into a kind of self-doubt. Could it be that his judgment at that time was not accurate? Should he have told the professor about his possible taste problem in a more tactful way?

"Smile, I—" Mu Chun was suddenly speechless, as if there was something in his heart that prevented him from finishing the sentence, "I want to teach him—"

Mu Xiao suddenly shook his hand vigorously and said, "I'm quite optimistic. I think the professor is in good health all the time, and he won't have these terrible diseases recorded in your notebook."

"Smile, optimism is not a bad thing."

"It's definitely not a good thing to be overly nervous. How about this, Dr. Mu, you go to sleep first, you sleep in the guest room, I sleep on the sofa, and I will guard you."

"Stay with me?"

"Yes, I'm with you."

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