Crazy Psychologist

He Ping seemed to be in good condition. He was leaning on the bed and flipping through a piano sheet. Seeing Zheng Ran and Muchun walking in together, he smiled at them. Although they were wearing patient clothes, they were still sunny and handsome.

"Isn't it great?" Zheng Ran asked Muchun, turning his head slightly.

"Yes, then how did you find that he was uncomfortable? It shouldn't be easy to find out just from coughing." Muchun wondered.

"I don't know about this. The situation was not very good when I came here. In fact, I was coughing very badly. The haze has been severe recently and respiratory infectious diseases are highly prevalent in winter. I should be worried about respiratory infectious diseases, but as soon as the chest X-ray was taken, I... It's very clear." Zheng Ran was not afraid that He Ping would hear it, so he just said whatever he wanted.

He Ping calmly laughed at himself, "Hey, you all know it."

"Did you ask me to come?" Muchun took a few steps forward and walked to He Ping.

He Ping spread the music score in his hand flatly on the quilt. There were many handwritten marks on the music score. Mu Chun guessed that it must be Bai Lu's handwriting.

"I have something I want to talk to Dr. Muchun alone." He Ping looked at Zheng Ran and said respectfully.

Zheng Ran nodded, "You guys talk, Officer Zhang and I still have something to talk about. Let's go to the office first. After we finish talking, just press the bell at the nurse's desk."

After saying that, Zheng Ran put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and followed Zhang Hai out of the ward.

This is a single ward at the end of the corridor. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the weather outside is pretty good, but there is no shadow of sunlight in the room.

He Ping's face turned a little red. Shortly after Zheng Ran walked out of the ward, He Ping coughed violently, and the medicine bottle attached to the back of his right hand trembled back and forth on the iron shelf.

After the coughing ended, He Ping was extremely weak and reluctantly closed the sheet of music spread out on the quilt.

Muchun didn't speak, just stood aside obediently, almost becoming a transparent person again.

It was less than a week apart. The first time I met He Ping was in the surgical inpatient building affiliated with Zhinan. At that time, he looked like a star.

And now? He is a patient and even a suspect.

"You plead guilty?" Mu Chun saw that He Ping was still reluctant to speak, so he started talking.

He Ping looked straight ahead and sniffed, "Yeah, I admit it."

Just as Muchun was about to speak, He Ping interrupted him, "Listen to me first, okay?"

The blue and white patient uniforms are a bit old. No matter which hospital the patient uniforms are from, no one will ever wear them just right. They always look big and old, exuding a decadent lifelessness.

"I want to entrust Bai Lu to the doctor. She has always been a little girl who hasn't grown up, but I'm afraid I can't take care of her anymore." At this point, He Ping shook his head, closed his eyes and slowly opened them, "It should be very serious. It was obvious that I could no longer take care of her."

"So you never told Bai Lu about your illness?" Mu Chun asked.

"I didn't tell her." He Ping smiled at Muchun. "How can I tell her? I can't, and I will never be able to do it, just let her think I'm sorry for her, let her think I'm a criminal, and be disheartened by me."

There was no sad look on He Ping's face when he said these words. Mu Chun believed that the current face and the expression on his face were only acquired after countless trainings.

He must have gone through the initial pain, but now he is as calm as narrating other people's things.

Practice it in your mind countless times until the painful experience becomes slightly numb.

He Ping told Mu Chun the story of the two from acquaintance to love to marriage, and Mu Chun stood quietly and listened attentively.

Mu Chun also heard Bai Lu tell the same story not long ago.

"That's it, she is an angel, an angel who doesn't grow up. She should always be in the garden. It was me who made her almost give up the piano because of my selfishness.

I always hope that I can be stronger. Maybe I am overestimating my capabilities. I hope that I can be stronger than the piano. After all, for children like us who grew up learning musical instruments, musical instruments are our friends and have deep feelings with us. And this relationship is very personal.

For me, there has always been a lingering thought. I would think that I had disturbed the connection between Bai Lu and the piano. In addition, she gave up her dream of becoming a performer and was engaged in a job that she may not like very much.

After she gradually moved away from the piano, her emotions almost all turned to me and our relationship. I was immersed in it and didn't want to come out. Who would think of it, right? "

He Ping winked at Muchun, as if to say, everyone is a man and understands.

"Bai Lu relies on you very much." Muchun said.

He Ping shook his head, "Dr. Mu likes Bai Lu, right? She is a girl that everyone likes, and it's easy for you doctors to fall in love with your patients. I've heard of many doctors or nurses marrying their patients. It seems that people in the Department of Psychosomatics are more likely to have feelings, and Bai Lu should also like Dr. Muchun very much."

Mu Chun wanted to explain that it was not what he thought. Seeing He Ping coughing again, Mu Chun held back and did not speak.

"Your videos are very popular, and I can see that Bai Lu also likes doctors, so I feel relieved to be with you."

"Impossible." Muchun suddenly said.

"What?"

"I said it was impossible. My feelings for Bai Lu are not the kind of love between a man and a woman that you mentioned, and Bai Lu's feelings for me are not even between a man and a woman. The relationship between us is just a therapeutic relationship, a doctor and a patient."

He Ping looked at Mu Chun's cold look, which was completely different from the way Mu Chun usually gave people.

Mu Chun saw He Ping's doubts, so he repeated it again. He leaned against the wall, put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and looked at He Ping calmly and resolutely.

"I thought you liked Bai Lu." He Ping lowered his head and said.

"That's your hope. You are making up a future that is as stable as possible. This future can satisfy your wish to hide the pain. You just don't like to be a loser, an incompetent person in front of Bai Lian, or you don't like to be A person who has no control over his life, right?”

Mu Chun said slowly, his eyes always following He Ping's eyes. Although He Ping always lowered his head, whenever He Ping raised his head, he would meet Mu Chun's focused eyes.

In He Ping's view, Muchun was particularly majestic at this moment.

After Mu Chun told her the central issue, He Ping did not give up but continued: "If Bai Lu likes you, that's a good thing."

Muchun shook his head vigorously, walked up to He Ping and patted his shoulder, "No, Bai Lu doesn't like me either. She has always liked you. But what you said is right, she is just a little girl. She will not grow up." Big, and now that the person she relies on most has abandoned her, I'm not sure whether she can regain the courage to continue living. For me, this is simply a Hard mode task, because you can obviously do things well. But you chose not to do it well, you clearly liked her but drove her away in an overly dramatic way, just because of what I just said."

"You said I'm afraid of being a loser?"

"Isn't it?" Muchun clearly questioned.

He Ping turned away, tears shining in his eyes.

"I understand this feeling, but can we think of some better ways, or let me tell you a story." Muchun walked to the water dispenser, took a paper cup, and walked back to He Ping.