Crazy Psychologist

After leaving the ward, Muchun returned to Zheng Ran's office. At this time, Zhang Hai was the only one waiting for him.

"Going for surgery, I didn't expect to be so busy during the Chinese New Year." Zhang Hai handed a document to Muchun and patted his shoulder.

Muchun opened the file bag and looked at it. It was a copy of He Ping's medical records.

"Can I get a copy of this?" Muchun asked.

Zhang Hai nodded, "This material is for you. It has been filed. You don't have to worry. It complies with the process regulations."

Mu Chun breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. Although it was a consultation, taking away a patient's information involved patient privacy and many hospital rules. Mu Chun did not want to cause any trouble for Zheng Ran or Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai first asked Mu Chun what He Ping had just said out of work needs. Mu Chun truthfully reported to Zhang Hai the fact that He Ping had confessed to all the crimes in order to conceal his illness. Finally, Mu Chun said, "Of course. This does not mean that what He Ping said is the truth of the matter."

"Dr. Mu, do you think he is lying?" Zhang Hai said, touching his nose.

"That's not what I meant." Muchun replied.

Zhang Hai sighed in confusion: "It's strange. I thought that the psychosomatic doctor Mu Chun was a master of observing words and emotions, someone who could even see through the truth and lies at a glance."

Zhang Hai thought that when a group of people went to Xu Dan's house that day, Muchun's judgment surpassed that of him and Liu Yiming. He was like a policeman with rich criminal investigation experience, which completely changed Zhang Hai's original understanding of psychosomatic doctors.

Speaking of which, Zhang Hai didn't know much about the Department of Psychosomatics at first. If it weren't for the slim case, Zhang Hai wouldn't have known that such a department actually existed in the community health center in Raohai City.

I still remember that Muchun didn't go to the bedroom at all that day, but stood at the door and found a lot of clues. This person is really interesting - Zhang Hai has always been thinking like this recently.

Seeing Mu Chun shaking his head at the side, Zhang Hai patted his back again, "Doctor Mu, Doctor Mu, don't be nervous. I didn't mean it like this. I was just exaggerating. But if you tell me I am still willing to believe that your psychotherapists have the ability to see through the truth and lies at a glance."

Muchun said hurriedly: "There is usually very simple logic hidden behind all complex phenomena, but human cognition is limited, and humans are not perfect creatures, and our brains have not been fully developed. The ability to see through things basically exists in novels, like Goldfinger.”

"So that's how it is, but as far as I know some places will offer special courses on recognizing expressions, identifying lies and judging the truth of things. There are also some English books that I can't quite understand. I thought about it more than ten years ago. I have to make progress and study more, but later I found that I don’t have that much energy.” Zhang Hai sighed.

The expression recognition, lie recognition and judging the authenticity of things mentioned by Zhang Hai have actually always existed in human history. Not only organizations such as F-B-I in modern times have relevant courses, but they were also used in various legendary rituals as early as the Middle Ages. A way to determine the authenticity of something.

Perhaps the more well-known and terrifying thing is to put a person on the fire alive. If he doesn't die, it means that the person is not a witch or something.

But on the other hand, with the advancement of science, especially the advancement of cognitive science, although humans still cannot accurately judge the meaning of expressions and the truth behind language, they have made great progress compared to hundreds of years ago.

"Are you talking about "Intelligence Analysis"?" Muchun asked suddenly.

""Intelligence Analysis"?" When Mu Chun asked, Zhang Hai quickly searched in his mind, "Yes, it seems that the translation is this name. Do doctors also read such books?"

Zhang Hai's curiosity is getting bigger and bigger. This is really new. A doctor actually studies [Intelligence Analysis]. What kind of discipline is psychosomatics?

"Ah, it's just a personal hobby. I just read more miscellaneous books, but this is a good book that contains a lot of useful subject knowledge. In fact, although it is intelligence analysis, we analyze many things and even understand the world. It's the same. After all, we all only have one brain on our shoulders. No matter what happens, it's the same brain." After speaking, Mu Chun pointed at his head, looking so silly that Zhang Hai wanted to laugh out loud. Come.

But before he could laugh, Zhang Hai thought of something more important that he might want to ask Muchun.

"Doctor Muchun, are you in a hurry to return to the hospital?" Zhang Hai led Muchun to the parking lot, "I can give you a ride, and on the way I can ask you about the intelligence analysis and brain matters you mentioned."

"Eh? Send it to me?" Muchun asked.

"Yeah, I'll take you back to the hospital and you tell me about those books. It's the best of both worlds." After saying that, he rushed Mu Chun into the car.

As soon as he started the car engine, Zhang Hai hurriedly asked Muchun for advice, "Are there any other similar books? Preferably a Chinese version. Also, why is intelligence analysis useful in many aspects?"

Zhang Hai not only wanted to listen to what Mu Chun said, but even took out a small book from the side of his seat, "Doctor Mu, please write down all the key points that you will talk about in this book. I am old and my brain is not good. I am afraid Can’t remember.”

"Brother Zhang, do you want to study by yourself?" Muchun asked casually as he took the notebook.

Zhang Hai coughed and said slowly and embarrassedly: "Not entirely. Of course, on the one hand, I want to learn. On the other hand, didn't I tell my daughter that she wants to take the police exam after graduating from college? School, I hope she can have more brains. Dr. Mu is a sensible person, you know what I mean."

Mu Chun blinked, then blinked again, and Zhang Hai turned his head sideways from time to time to see Mu Chun's reaction.

"Ah, I understand, I understand, I understand." Muchun said suddenly.

"Understood, the world is full of parents. You don't think it's hard work in our industry. Others may think we are arrogant, but it's the New Year, festivals, lantern festivals, museums, etc. For large-scale events, all police officers basically have to arrange work. Even college students studying in the police academy may have to participate in the work of protecting citizens. We often don’t have time to spend with our families. Of course, this is our own choice. I love this job. It is our responsibility to protect the city and its citizens. I have been doing it all my life and I am quite satisfied with myself.

But my daughter is my darling after all, I hope she will.”

Muchun kept nodding, his head moving like the Luffy doll beside the windshield.

"I'll write it to you right now. If you can't buy these books, you can call me and I can find them for you." After Mu Chun finished speaking, he started writing hard in his notebook.

It was really uncomfortable to write in the car, and it didn’t take long for Mu Chun to get carsick.