Crazy Psychologist

After Fang Ming became drunk, Mu Chun found that Bai Lu had also passed out on the sofa. After hesitating for a long time, Mu Chun walked over to Bai Lu and patted her shoulder.

Bai Lu, who was still asleep, reluctantly opened her eyes and said, "Doctor Mu."

"You're drunk, I'll take you back."

"Doctor Mu" said, Bai Lu suddenly threw herself into Mu Chun's arms, crying like a little rabbit.

"I want to go see him, I want to go see him." Bai Lu cried bitterly and shed tears. Muchun didn't know where to put his hands at all, so he could only raise them high in the air as if surrendering.

"Can you hug me?" Bai Lu raised her body and looked at Mu Chun pitifully. "I really, I really didn't know what to do tonight. You taught me many methods, but they all didn't work. They didn't work."

"I didn't help you." Mu Chun suddenly felt depressed. Accompanied by the debilitating melody of jazz, he suddenly felt a sense of weakness from his shoulders to his abdomen.

"Doctor Mu, can you give me a hug?" Bai Lu asked again.

In principle, this is impossible.

Of course Muchun knew that Bai Lu was his patient at all times, and maintaining the proper distance between him and his patient was a very important course for psychosomatic doctors.

"I'm sorry, am I, it's too bad." Bai Lu was obviously in endless depression, and behind her, the huge darkness was devouring her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Bai Lu kept saying sorry, her sadness breaking down like a heavy snow that had accumulated for a long time.

Muchun suddenly stretched out his arms to hold Bai Lu in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there will be a solution."

Bai Lu trembled and cried loudly in Mu Chun's arms. Even the band on the stage stopped playing. A few seconds later, the music started again. Bai Lu's tears had completely soaked Mu Chun's shoulders.

——

After another half of the song, Mu Chun realized that Bai Lu had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

When Mu Xiao's car arrived outside, Mu Chun could only help Bai Lu out of the bar. "Are you so drunk?" Mu Xiao asked while helping.

"Yeah, I'm unconscious." Muchun used exaggerated words to describe it.

"Didn't you say Dr. Fang Ming was drunk? When did Director Fang become a woman?" Mu Xiao said with a smile in order to lighten the atmosphere.

"Fang Ming is still at the bar. I guess he will sleep until dawn. I'll ask a waiter to help him out. Xiaoxiao will help Bai Lu into the car first."

Later, Mu Chun walked into the bar, picked up Fang Ming's clothes and the two bags of dolls he grabbed, and asked a waiter in the store to help deliver them to Mu Xiao's car.

"I'll pay." Mu Xiao said.

"I'll go."

"No, you stay in the car, I'll go in and investigate."

Mu Xiao said warily, her eyes showing coldness in the night. Muchun nodded, although he was a little worried, he still agreed.

Five minutes later, Mu Xiao paid and walked out of JazzJazz Club. When the car door was opened, a gust of cold wind poured into the car. The two drunk people who fell asleep did not feel the cold wind at all. They were each tied to their seats and fell asleep soundly.

"How did these two people meet together?" Mu Xiao asked.

"It's a coincidence." Mu Chun tilted the passenger seat back a little tiredly, and then fastened his seat belt.

"Are you drinking too?" Mu Xiao asked after starting the car.

"I drank a drop." Muchun replied.

"One drop?"

"Well, one drop, and just on the lips. You know, I don't drink. Drinking makes me stupid easily. I'm already stupid." Muchun laughed at himself.

This night was much longer than planned, almost longer than the last day of work.

Originally, he just wanted to help Fang Ming release the unhappiness in his heart, but he didn't expect that Fang Ming had already achieved results and actually met Bai Lu.

Moreover, this JazzJazz Club always had a bit of a weird atmosphere, and Mu Chun couldn't put it into words, but when he came to this store twice, he felt as if there was a pair of eyes hiding behind him in a dark corner that he didn't know.

"I also know about Dr. Fang's work in Zhinan. [Bed Syndrome], many surgeons have this small obstacle, it's not a big deal." Mu Xiao said while driving.

"Well, the unwillingness to admit 15 beds of patients just happened to happen at the same time as the professor's incident, so Fang Ming became particularly concerned about it. If he hadn't encountered the professor's serious illness, his persistence in bed space would have made him, with his IQ, It won't affect work to such a bad extent." After speaking, Muchun turned around and looked at Fang Ming, who was sleeping soundly. He looked like a computer that had been turned off and could finally take a rest.

"Dr. Mu Chun took the patient out of the clinic again today and conducted a behaviorist treatment feast?" Mu Xiao put down his hat, and his long hair fell on his shoulders.

"Well, I'm not treating you to the big dinner." Mu Chun took Fang Ming to a restaurant where he ate with the professor. He ordered the same dishes as when he ate with the professor, and then he asked Fang Ming to drive a car. He explained everything to Mu Xiao one by one.

puff!

Mu Xiao shook her head in confusion, "I really admire Dr. Mu Chun. You can also think of such a method as rowing a car?"

"He needs to relax. It is too difficult for him to relax. Surgeons are actually tense for a long time. When this kind of tension lasts for a long time, the body has a kind of adaptability. This state is good for work, but on the contrary Come on, it’s hard for people like Fang Ming to relax because their brains have forgotten what it’s like to relax. It’s like trying to find an English word in a Chinese dictionary. It’s too difficult and you probably won’t find it at all. I’ll try my best first. I didn’t disturb him and let him sleep for three whole days and two nights.”

"Sleep treats depression?" Mu Xiao was surprised when she heard this, "Fang Ming did not go to work for three days, and I heard the nurse behind his back saying that Dr. Fang Ming might have offended the patient and was temporarily suspended. "

"That's just gossip. He went to sleep. This kind of sleep is not a bad thing. Only after the body has rested can the brain have a chance to restart. If the body does not rest, the brain cannot rest on its own. "

Muchun looked at the sea at twelve o'clock in the morning, it was quiet and there was no movement at all.

At this time, a soft hand suddenly grabbed him, "Mu Chun, you really make me worried."

Mu Xiao said worriedly.

"It's okay. I know Fang Ming fairly well. He can handle it with his IQ, and the fact is that he handled the situation very well. I guess tonight he wanted to talk to me about the professor's departure, but he kept talking. It’s just that I can’t open my mouth.”

"We are just the ones who help people express their concerns." Mu Xiao said what Professor Chu said in class in college.

"Yes, speaking your mind is easier said than done. It's almost as difficult as melting a frozen lake." Muchun said with emotion.