Crazy Psychologist

"Don't you feel thirsty after talking so much?" Muchun asked.

Sun Xiangyun hesitated for a while, took a breath and then relaxed a little, then said, "Ah, not really, I'm just not used to eating in strange places."

After saying that, Sun Xiangyun's eyes kept falling on the white paper teacup that Mu Chun brought to him.

Muchun was silent for a while, and then asked slowly: "Has it always been like this? I mean is it just recently or did you have this habit when you were young?"

"No, it's not like this when I was young. According to the doctor, it's really just like this recently. Recently, I suddenly feel that many things may be unhygienic."

"Unhygienic?"

Muchun asked.

"Well, for example, this was the case when I went to the bookstore on Saturday. I don't know if the doctor has any impression of the bookshelf near the electronic dictionary on the first floor. It's the area in front of the escalator. There are always many people standing there reading. And they’re usually older people.”

"Eh? It seems to be the health and wellness books area. Indeed, there are many people every time. But next to this bookshelf, which is the bookshelf against the wall that you can see when you go up the escalator, there are also many people there. It seems They all read "Quotations" and the like." Muchun said while recalling.

"Yes, that place is very important to us. There are books about "The Long March" there."

Sun Xiangyun said.

"Yes, yes." Muchun said with a serious face.

Sun Xiangyun became more and more fond of Muchun. He seemed to be a very patriotic and good doctor, and he also knew how to learn from the great spirit of the older generation.

"By the way, I just wanted to talk about the health and wellness books in front of the escalator. I wanted to find a book about insomnia to see the causes of insomnia, and then I fainted. The books on that bookshelf were very strange, and Many of them are greasy and have been read many times by many people.

I reluctantly picked it up and flipped through a few pages and found that not only were the titles of the books similar, but many of the contents were also similar. Otherwise, the answers to the two books were completely different for the same question, such as "Does drinking milk before bed help you sleep?" [Does soaking feet help sleep?] The answers to the same question in the two books are actually different.

I simply suspect that I went to college too early and can no longer understand the books written by people today. I originally thought about forgetting it and going back to Baidu to see if there are any treatments for insomnia, but when I thought about it, it was not particularly convenient for me to go to the bookstore. The answers in books are always better than those on the Internet. Sometimes I feel more anxious when reading things on the Internet. I am irritable, there are too many things, and many of them are disorganized. It is as difficult as the reading comprehension test in Chinese class. "

Muchun laughed, "Yes, that's right, it's a good thing you didn't check Baidu. I often have patients here who get more and more troubled because of Baidu checks. People, it's easy to be frightened by what you see. of."

"Yeah, then I thought that there must be something about sleep in the health books, so I browsed the bookshelf again, and I was really sleepy. Those titles are good to read alone, but put them together. Reading is like reading scriptures, such as "Sleep well and you will live longer", "Sleep well and you will not grow old", "Good health comes from sleeping", "Healthy sleep leads to healthy life", "What do you lose when you have insomnia" ”, “Poor insomnia is the source of aging”, “Less time in love and more sleep”.”

"What?" Muchun almost spat out the coffee he just drank.

"You also think the titles of these books are confusing, right? If you were a doctor, which one would you choose to read?" Liu Xiangyun asked.

"The last one." Muchun replied decisively. After answering, he immediately picked up the coffee cup and raised his head to sip it.

"The last one? What was the last one? I don't even remember."

Liu Xiangyun shook his head. It seemed that he really didn't remember it. It was too difficult to remember. There were so many books, but the names really sounded similar.

"So? Which one did you choose?"

"I had no choice. The more I looked at it, the more dizzy I became. Then I decided to come to the hospital to see a doctor. Maybe I could do some more tests."

"Examination, okay, I think it is necessary to do some liver and gallbladder examinations. If you are your age, let's do some blood biochemistry examinations first. If there is further need, I will ask colleagues from the internal medicine or surgery department to do some consultations. Do you like the job?"

"Okay, good."

Sun Xiangyun nodded.

The printer hissed and spit out several checklists. Mu Chun took out his seal and stamped his name on the lower right corner of each checklist, then signed and confirmed each one.

"It would be more reassuring to check it out. If there are no problems, then your insomnia problem is basically a problem that I should help you treat."

Liu Xiangyun was very satisfied with Muchun's clear diagnosis and treatment methods and gradually relaxed.

"Do you want to drink some water? Although we are in the south and there is sea breeze, it is still relatively dry in winter. At this time in the afternoon, if you don't take a half-hour nap, it is necessary to add some water."

Muchun tried to suggest Sun Xiangyun to drink some water again.

Sun Xiangyun didn't want to refuse the doctor's kindness, so he reached out to get the cup, but the cup was in his hand. Sun Xiangyun looked at it for a long time and put the cup back.

"How about I give you mineral water? I still have several bottles here."

After Muchun finished speaking, he stood up, walked past the coffee machine, and took out a 350ml bottle of mineral water.

"This is just a little colder. If you don't mind, you can drink this."

Sun Xiangyun saw Mu Chun take an unopened bottle of bottled mineral water, said thank you, took it, and drank two-thirds of it.

Muchun didn't say anything when he saw it, and just drank his coffee.

"Did you feel that the books on the bookshelf were dirty last time and you would feel uncomfortable if you touched them?"

Sun Xiangyun didn't know why Muchun suddenly asked this, so he answered truthfully: "Not really, although it feels dirty, as if many people have turned it over, and the pages are wrinkled, but I don't feel that I can't touch it. After all, this thing is not meant to be eaten. It goes in your mouth.”

"Ah, so that's it. So it's not [mysophobia]."

Muchun seemed to be talking to himself.

"[Gemophobia]? Does it mean you need to be very neat?"

Sun Xiangyun tried to understand what Muchun meant.

"Yes, but I don't think you have this kind of problem. I am indeed more concerned about what you just said. Recently, you seem to be reluctant to eat food from strange places. I guess this matter is related to the time when insomnia first started. almost?"