Crazy Psychologist

"Is this like this? The muscles and brain have developed some kind of motor reflex. Anyway, when you see something flying over, you suddenly know what to do." Mu Chun explained. To be honest, he himself was not sure whether this principle was true. That's what happened.

"Okay, stop making trouble, this is a hospital." Mu Xiao coughed, turned around and sat back in his seat. "So, don't you think it's wrong? Mozart should be a Tourette's patient, that's what I think, and Howard Hughes must be obsessive-compulsive disorder. There is no doubt that I have always advocated and insisted that psychosomatic treatment should not It should be limited to chemical treatment, surgical treatment, various behavioral treatments, psychoanalytic treatments or cognitive therapies. Instead, it should integrate the patient's internal and external aspects and place the patient in his life rather than in his living environment. Putting it into a vacuum environment for treatment, a large part of our treatment is to allow the patient to return to life, of course, this may always be more ideal."

"There is nothing wrong with being idealistic. It is like this. It is not just the efforts of the psychosomatic doctors and the patients themselves. We also need to fight for more people who can win, such as patients' families, such as community residents, and the understanding of one thing by the whole people. Mental health awareness, for example, strengthening the professional level of suicide crisis interveners, these are things we should consider. If we don't consider it, how many people will think about it." Mu Chun said seriously, as if these words were his Said the same thing countless times.

Mu Xiao saw the familiar Mu Chun on Mu Chun's face, the innocent Mu Chun, the kind Mu Chun and the Mu Chun who believed deeply in the path he was taking.

But she also knew that Muchun had doubted that all his expectations and efforts were wrong, in vain, and meaningless. He was sad, desperate and even lost.

The Mu Chun now is so valuable, so determined, shining with wisdom and calmness. This is the Mu Chun she loves deeply.

But Mu Xiao knows that Mu Chun's situation may not always be like this. At the beginning of last year, he fell ill again, a state like a brain restart, and he was accompanied by partial memory loss after waking up.

Fortunately, he did not lose his experience and knowledge.

Thank God, he had forgotten all those hesitations, denials and fears, although he also seemed to have forgotten Mu Xiao.

Professor Chu has been researching for a long time but there is no good way. Of course Mu Xiao cannot wait for others to protect Mu Chun. Although the progress of some of the already promising research will be slightly slower after returning to China, she can stay with Mu Chun to protect her. Muchun, whether as a colleague, as a peer, or as an old classmate, at least she can always be by his side to accompany him to deal with many, many things.

"I seem to remember that when we went to Sweden, we also visited a patient with Tourette syndrome. I have already remembered the situation at that time." Mu Chun said, quickly flipping through the notebook.

Mu Xiao reminded Mu Chun that the case about the great Swedish obstetrician and gynecologist was not in the notebook but in the portfolio.

This doctor's name is Robert Dick, an obstetrician and gynecologist in a small town in Sweden. This patient was mentioned by Professor Chu from a professor of neurology when he was communicating in Europe. At that time, Chu Xiaofeng talked about this patient from time to time Doctors who have to perform many small movements are very curious. It is possible that a person whose muscles suddenly twitch, blink constantly, and even jump from time to time according to the professor of neurology, can actually become an obstetrician and gynecologist?

As we all know, doctors need meticulous, focused and professional technical qualities, but how can such a person who can't even stand quietly complete obstetrics and gynecology surgery?

With such curiosity, Chu Xiaofeng told Mu Chun about the patient after returning to China. At that time, Mu Chun was troubled by Xiao Lanping's matter, so the professor asked him to contact him and see if he could visit and take a look. How does a doctor grow up?

Later, the professor was unable to visit the patient because he was busy with the school's teaching work. Mu Xiao and Mu Chun got such an opportunity and went to the Swedish town of Hacome, accompanied by an internationally renowned neurology professor.

It was April, and the vehicle passed through the lyrical and beautiful town and came to the obstetrics and gynecology ward of the Hacome Central Hospital.

As soon as they walked into the corridor of the ward area, Mu Chun and Mu Xiao recognized Dr. Robert because a doctor wearing light green surgical clothes was touching his ears and kicking his feet back and forth against the wall. foot line.

His movements have a strange rhythmic beauty, as if every movement must be symmetrical and even.

The professor joked, "Are you a very energetic male doctor? He just likes to have a couple for everything."

"What should I do when giving birth? It's impossible for all mothers to give birth to twins. Most of them are just one." Mu Xiao said.

Before the professor could answer Mu Xiao, Robert jumped up to the three of them and said, "Hi, I heard that a beautiful medical student is here." Robert greeted humorously and enthusiastically.

"Hi, yes, we want to come and discuss a job with you." Mu Xiao replied in fluent English.

"That's great. My girlfriend just left me because she couldn't stand my insistence on symmetry, and I'd love to be able to work with beautiful colleagues at a time like this."

Robert joked in a measured way.

The first impression given to Mu Chun and Mu Xiao was that not only was Robert not ostracized by others in the hospital, but his daily work was a particularly pleasant thing for him.

Robert generously introduces his daily work to everyone. When talking, he will poke the wall next to him or the notebook in his hand from time to time. If these things are not available, he will be a little irritable.

This kind of irritability appeared suddenly, which means that one second Robert seemed normal, but he moved a lot and jumped around, but the next second he suddenly became very irritable and depressed, as if the whole world Nothing felt right to him.

He began to try to find something that could be poked and patted. If he couldn't find it, Robert would touch his ears repeatedly, 10 times on the left and 10 times on the right, and then alternately kick his feet every time it was an even number.

Mu Chun observed that Robert would repeat this set of actions until he felt that every beat was at the correct point. When his hand touched his ear for the second time, his foot must be kicked out once. These two movements must be completely in time. If there is If you advance or delay, you have to start over.

If something goes wrong a few times, Robert will be very upset. Many people may give up confidence in something that has been repeated many times but still fails, and stop doing it!

But Robert was different. He was irritable, irritable and angry while busy with these things.

After he finished, he told everyone with satisfaction, "I feel a little more relaxed. Really, it doesn't happen often anymore, maybe because of the breakup of my girlfriend."

Robert's optimism is very memorable, and he did not shy away from talking about how he had several girlfriends who ended up unhappy because of such weird problems.

The professor said that his girlfriends were all beautiful, and they all liked his weird look at first. Speaking of which, some people might find it interesting.

"Yes, I look like a very energetic monkey, but I am completely different during the operation. Do you want to see my operation process?" At Robert's invitation, Mu Chun and Mu Xiao asked. There was an opportunity to participate in a surgery with Dr. Robert the next day.

Mu Chun and Mu Xiao were looking forward to seeing that he didn't look like a cheerful monkey. The professor smiled and patted Mu Chun on the shoulder, "It was beyond all my imagination when I first saw it."

When the professor said this, Muchun became even more excited.

That night Dr. Robert invited everyone to his house to drink beer. The professor was very happy about this, saying that he had been abstaining from alcohol for many years and it was rare to have a drink again.

When Dr. Robert heard that the professor had been abstaining from alcohol for many years, he immediately shook his head. Then you can just eat meatballs. Meatballs and Coke are also good choices.

"You should buy three cups before I get off work, because I'm not used to others using my cups. Is this okay?"

After Robert asked, the three of them nodded, and so they had this cup with a red snowflake pattern.

Muchun now remembered everything.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, Robert prepared meatballs, mashed potatoes, smoked salmon, a large plate of vegetables and some Mexican nachos for everyone.

Robert wouldn't let anyone in the kitchen. He said he had some mysophobia and if a stranger came into the kitchen, he would feel that all the food left out was no longer clean.

Mu Xiao asked, so now that we strangers are sitting here and the food is exposed in front of everyone, is this food not clean and inedible?

Robert shook his head, "No, I'm not that bad. It's just that the kitchen is special."

Muchun understood that he had his own set of rules, and Robert didn't like to change these rules. Changes would make him flustered and nervous. This was one of the reasons why it might not be easy for him to find a suitable marriage partner, although Robert revealed it in his speech. He still hopes to have a wife because he likes children.

As for the number of children, Robert smiled and made a 2 sign.

The professor joked that 4 is also an even number, or 6. Robert shook his head awkwardly and said that 2 was the most perfect. If possible, 8 would also work.

It was a joke, and Robert laughed to himself after saying it.

Because the content of the chat was very pleasant, no one paid too much attention to Robert's weird behavior at the dinner table. In fact, he was constantly distracting because of the twitching that would happen every once in a while.

In addition, Robert can't help but scratch the tablecloth, or raise his hand to touch the chandelier on the dining table. In short, if his fingers cannot touch something, he will feel uncomfortable.

Muchun asked, "Does this touch need to make a sound to make it more comfortable?"

Robert shook his head, "It's nothing special. When you say that, I seem a little unsure. Now that I think about it, it doesn't have to be a sound, but the touch will need a little feedback, a feedback of strength. Or like you said vocal feedback.”

Robert asked everyone to take a look at the refrigerator next to the dining table. The refrigerator was full of holes. Robert said that this was basically his battlefield since childhood. After saying that, he took the lead and laughed again.

It can be seen that this refrigerator has been in this home for at least more than 20 years after being hit by a meteorite, and it has left an indelible mark over time.

Mu Xiao found a few larger pits and deeper dents than other places, and asked, "Were these also made by touching with fingers? It looks like a big wound."

Robert said embarrassedly, "That was thrown by me. When I was young, I got angry. When I got angry, I would throw things. I would throw everything, throw cups, throw scissors, throw plates, throw a big pot of spaghetti bolognese, everything. Yes, if I get angry suddenly and I can't control it, I will definitely throw things, whatever I find. Once I almost lifted the table and threw it towards the refrigerator, but then my mother stopped me and gave me A carrot, I threw the carrot over.”

After speaking, Robert started drinking beer, drinking almost two-thirds of it, and then he burped.

"People in the church told my mother that this child might be possessed by the devil. There were such children in the town decades ago. They would go to the mountains behind at night and chop down trees wildly. , and was finally picked up by the devil.

My mother was afraid that I would also cross the road behind and climb up the mountain in the dark at midnight. In fact, I knew that I had no interest in the mountain behind the road at all. I just couldn't control my temper, and I Always moving around.

The teacher at the church school was kind to me and let me sit alone in the last row. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. I secretly read books and novels, including "Blade Runner" and Asimov's "Foundation". series, when I feel uncomfortable—in fact, I feel uncomfortable all the time. As long as I am awake, I feel uncomfortable, and sometimes it feels better when I am angry. How should I put it? When I am awake, I have to endure two kinds of discomfort. One is that I always have to move around and pay special attention to my own rules for many places and things. This aspect makes me very happy. It’s uncomfortable. In addition, when I do this, people around me will express incomprehension or even be afraid of what I am doing. This also needs to be endured by me, so as long as I am awake every day, I have to bear two kinds of discomfort, because I also know shame, and when people say things about me, I also know the shame that comes with doing so, and the shame I feel because I can't control my body.

But it’s different when I’m angry. When I throw things, I’m angry, and I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m actually very happy. I don’t have to feel ashamed, and I don’t have time to feel it. The feeling just disappears in that aspect, and there’s nothing. There was no trace. You couldn't find it even if you tried to look for it. It just disappeared in those few minutes or ten minutes.

So it's actually very comfortable. You have probably never been so angry, haha. Of course, it’s better not to be so angry under normal circumstances, because people around you really can’t stand it. As I grew older, I realized that most people in the world are very similar. People like those in the church, like teachers, like my mother and father, they are all normal people, very similar normal people, but there are very few people like me. In our small town, I know that I am like this, we The town has a large population.

My mother didn’t care much about my moving around. Although some nosy people would nag my mother to be more careful and pray more, my mother didn’t care too much and really let me know. It was my anger that she feared.

When I was a child, I would suddenly get angry and throw things. I would throw things at anyone I saw. If I happened to be angry at that time, I once injured my mother by throwing it. The corner of the eye is an area that football players are particularly vulnerable to injury. Injury to the corner of the eye will bleed a lot, which looks very scary. I was so frightened that I ran out of the refrigerator to get ice cubes and cold milk, and then went to the bathroom to get a clean towel. I was busy for half an hour, and I didn't make any mistakes during that half hour. I was so focused that it was incomprehensible. I felt that my body, which had been agitated all the time, suddenly calmed down, and all the cells in my body were functioning step by step.

They have no worries, no impatience, and my brain is as clean as the morning sky.

Although I was ashamed and sad that I had hurt my mother, that night, when I was lying on my dark blue single bed and looking at the stars outside the sky window, I suddenly realized that when I was giving When my mother applied cold compresses and bandaged it randomly with towels, my heart was as quiet as the sky.

That night I thought that in the future I would become a doctor, and a surgeon.

But my mother’s view on this matter is completely different from mine. She doesn’t care if I move around or have bad behavioral habits. She is afraid that I will hurt others and that I will fight with other students in the church school. In fact, my mother My worries are not bad. Even if I have a teacher to take care of me, there will still be classmates in school making irresponsible remarks behind my back. I am not afraid of fighting with those chubby fat guys. I strike quickly and am a natural fighter.

But I swear, I rarely take the initiative to trouble anyone, very rarely, and the other boys are not as slow as my mother. When they realize that something is wrong, they run away faster than a rabbit.

I was left so angry that I could only smash my fist at my locker until I didn't want to smash it anymore.

Sometimes I wonder if I will keep smashing forever, but it never happens. It always stops after a certain time.

My mother called several relatives in other cities, and then took me to see a doctor. Fortunately, I met the professor. I think it is one of the luckiest things in my life. The first sentence he said to me The words are don't be afraid, it's not your fault, don't be afraid. "

The professor smiled slightly. Robert put his arm around the professor's shoulders and said, "It's true. Before I met the professor, I always thought it was my fault. Everything was my fault."