Crazy Psychologist

What is written on the [death certificate]?

Lao Qian thought this was really funny and a little embarrassing for him. As one of the necessary props, the [Death Certificate] is much more useful than the content inside. After a person dies, there is no [Death Certificate]. The corpse is hard to move!

But what is written on the [death certificate] really doesn’t matter to old money. As long as the basic information of the deceased, such as name, gender, age, date of birth, and date of death, is not written incorrectly, and all other blanks are filled in, it is done. Who would take the [death certificate] to do reading comprehension, and it is not tested in the exam .

"Isn't it just respiratory failure, respiratory arrest, etc., they are all the same." Lao Qian replied bravely.

"Do the family members go to the community hospital or the street to handle it themselves?" Muchun asked again.

Lao Qian is a little impatient, don’t you know that? What's wrong? How long has it been since the rules changed? This rule may not change until Lao Qian dies.

Muchun didn't know what was wrong with him. Maybe it was because Christmas was approaching or the end of the year was approaching, and he felt a little lonely.

It seems that there is a special sense of loneliness in this season. Loneliness and death are so close on some emotional level that it is difficult to ignore them.

It is for this reason that humans always try to avoid loneliness as much as they try to avoid thinking about death.

Thinking of this, Muchun worried about Xiaohai again. Xiaohai would go home alone and spend Christmas alone, so there would be no problem.

A 12 year old boy.

Thinking of this, Muchun called Ding Jiajun. Ding Jiajun on the other end of the phone said that he would invite Xiaohai to his home as a guest. He was alone anyway. If possible, he would paint or listen to music with him.

"Speaking of which, the temperaments of the two of you are quite similar." Muchun pretended to be relaxed.

"Don't say that. I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right. He seems to completely regard you as his dead father."

Ding Jiajun said this without any hint of ridicule, unlike during the last phone call when he deliberately said that Mu Chun would be a good father.

"I'm not sure if this is appropriate. After all, his situation is different from yours at the time."

Muchun stood under the awning in front of the flower shop, the raindrops making a noisy sound.

"Maybe tell him when the time is right. But I don't think it can be done now, thank you Dr. Mu."

Ding Jiajun's tone was very sincere, almost like a parent talking to a doctor or teacher.

"That's it. I don't have a better way for now. The kid still has to prepare for the game. If he collapses now, I don't know what will happen."

Muchun thought of what Xiaohai said at school - as long as my father likes my playing, all my playing is for my father.

What does it mean to perform for my father alone?

Muchun thought about this sentence repeatedly in his mind, and then he promised Ding Jiajun that he would play the role of a good father before the end of the game.

Ding Jiajun asked Mu Chun concernedly if doing this would affect his daily work, especially professional rules and the like.

Muchun shook his head on the phone, knowing naturally that this kind of therapeutic relationship was really special. If someone wanted to criticize or cause trouble, he would have no way of explaining it.

How to explain it? If a minor patient calls the doctor daddy, will the doctor be able to safely become his daddy?

Not to mention that others would look at him strangely, even if Chu Xiaofeng knew about it, the teacher would want to know why he did this.

But for Muchun, this matter is not that complicated at all. Until there is no better way to help Xiaohai, it is not a bad idea to accompany him through the current difficult time no matter how you look at it.

As for what others say, he doesn't care, and he doesn't have time to care.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, the winter rain continued

Muchun thought about asking Liu Mei to borrow an umbrella so that he could rush back to the hospital immediately. Maybe there would be patients coming to the hospital before get off work. People who came to the hospital on days like this, if he couldn't show up in the outpatient room in time

After all, I am still a little worried about Chu Sisi and Liu Dandan. After all, one is not from a medical school, and the other is extremely talented but acts like a child.

If Liu Dandan doesn't delve into his professional knowledge and only looks at the superficial treatment, he will be in trouble if Liu Tiantian treats the work of the psychosomatic department as a university club activity like "Puzzle Solving Detective Agency" or "Drama Club".

Thinking of this, a woman suddenly walked in the rain and passed by Muchun sideways. She was wearing a thick white sweater, which made her figure even more slender. Judging from her temperament, she was about the same age as Bai Lu, maybe a few years younger. Her lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling. , when passing by Muchun, there was an elegant and slightly sweet Qinya aura.

The woman had already put away the long-handled umbrella with a white background and gold wire. The umbrella was so beautiful that it took people's breath away. Mu Chun suddenly panicked, why was she so fascinated by looking at an umbrella.

"Boss, I want to buy flowers."

"What flowers? Choose it yourself or should I choose it for you? Give it to a friend or leave it at home?"

"I just wanted to buy flowers, so I walked in and took a look."

What kind of reason is this, Liu Mei thought.

"Okay then, take your pick."

When the woman walked out of the flower shop with the white acacia plums, and the umbrella opened next to Mu Chun, Mu Chun could see the woman's face clearly.

"Little watermelon." Muchun shouted.

The woman turned slightly when she heard the voice.

Muchun was convinced that this woman was the little watermelon he had been paying attention to every day for the past few months.

"Hey, aren't you, little watermelon? I, I'm sorry, what a coincidence."

"Are you a fan?"

Little Watermelon put away her umbrella and asked Muchun with a smile, "So, you are a fan?"

"Ah, that's right."

"That's a coincidence. I don't have many fans. Besides, do I look similar to what I look like on the phone?"

"Exactly the same!"

"How could it be? I think my mobile phone has made me ugly, otherwise why would I have so few fans."

Her fans are really not that small in Mu Chun's opinion, there are tens of thousands of them anyway. However, it seems that Hu Peng and Li Nan have tens of thousands of Weibo fans, not to mention Ding Jiajun, he has I almost canceled Weibo, but it grew more than 200,000 fans in a single day. What is this concept?

In an era where this kind of fan culture is so popular, Ting Sing Li is able to create such a huge storm by virtue of his own strengths. The number of fans and influence of Xiao Xigua can only be regarded as the level of self-entertainment.

"Well, I was just going to ask about the charity hike."

Just as Mu Chun spoke, Xiao Xigua's cell phone rang. She smiled and said, "The Didi driver is here. I'll leave first. I have something else to do."

After saying that, Mu Chun was left with a particularly warm smile.

After watching Xiao Xigua get into the car, the winter rain stopped unexpectedly.