Crazy Psychologist

The two of them looked at me and I looked at you, staring at each other most of the night.

Mu Xiao insisted that Mu Chun go back to the room to sleep, and she would lie down on the sofa for a while. Of course Mu Chun would not agree to such a strange thing.

While the two were in a stalemate, the door to the master bedroom opened.

Fang Ming walked out slowly and saw Mu Chun and Mu Xiao in the living room. One was sitting and the other was standing. They both looked like the owners of this place.

So he asked confusedly: "Did I occupy your bed?"

"No" they both said in unison.

Although he answered Fang Ming like this, no one looked at Fang Ming, which made Fang Ming feel strange - whose house am I in?

Touching his neck with his right hand and turning his head, Fang Ming groped his way into the kitchen. A gust of cold wind blew by. Fang Ming complained, "Is the window broken? Why is it so cold?"

After saying that, he fled back to the living room in despair.

"Excuse me? Although I don't know that, Muchun, I still ask you, whose house am I in?"

"My home." They both answered in unison.

"Ah?????????" Fang Ming was completely confused.

He shook his head vigorously first, then rubbed his eyes like a child, almost pulling up his sleeves and biting his arm.

"Am I dreaming? Am I drunk? How could I dream about you two? Aren't you the new psychosomatic doctor from Zhinan Affiliated? Why do I dream about two psychosomatic doctors in my dream? God .”

After Fang Ming finished speaking, he saw a white ceramic cup on the table, so he reached for it and drank it.

Mu Chun stared blankly at Fang Ming, who was usually cold and arrogant. Why was he drinking from other people's cups at this moment?

"I'm awake now, so please tell me, where am I now?"

Fang Ming regained his former sanity. Like all normal people, when he woke up and found himself in a strange place, his first reaction was to find out where he was.

"You were drunk, I brought you back." Muchun explained.

"Oh, I'm drunk." Fang Ming repeated, "But that's not right. I'm drunk. Why is Dr. Mu Xiao here too?"

Before Muchun could think of how to answer, Fang Ming immediately retreated to the door and said, "I know, you are. Well, I'm sorry, I really disturbed your rest. Mu Chun, are you hiding?" marriage?"

"Did you turn on your talent for gossip when you were drunk?" Muchun walked to the kitchen and got a bottle of mineral water for Fang Ming, "Drink this, it's easy to get thirsty after you wake up."

Fang Ming's mouth was indeed dry, so he picked up the mineral water and drank it. After drinking half the bottle, instead of feeling more awake, he felt dizzy again.

So he staggered back to the bedroom dejectedly, closed the door, fell on the bed and fell asleep again.

"Fortunately, he didn't vomit." Mu Xiao, who was worried about vomiting, made a disgusted expression.

"Okay, how about this? I will first prepare the materials that I will take to Toyokawa No. 1 Prison tomorrow, and I will also go through the entire case again. I am worried that there will be some omissions. If it weren't for this patient I may not know about Professor Chu’s taste loss, maybe it’s just like Xiaoxiao said, he just got angry, so after the professor checked it, he didn’t think it was an urgent matter, so he didn’t contact me.”

Mu Xiao nodded, "Yeah, that's it. I guess there must be nothing wrong, and then I forgot about it. I didn't mean to tell you about his check-up. Don't worry, the professor has never let us down."

"I was probably influenced by Fang Ming. Occasionally I worry whether I didn't handle this matter properly and whether there should be a better way to tell the professor that he should check his taste."

"In fact, I have had many patients come to see me and say that they don't know the taste of anything they eat, so I summed it up as [psychotic taste failure]. I think this literal meaning explains everything. Due to strong sadness, anger or It is possible for persistent depression to cause food to taste tasteless and not distinguish between salty and salty foods.”

"Speaking of which, it's not like the professor can't taste anything. The taste of oranges he eats is accurate. Those oranges are very sweet." Muchun said softly.

"Okay, since there isn't much to worry about, how about I sleep on the sofa and you work here for a while. When you're done, go to the room to rest. Just find me a blanket."

After saying that, Mu Xiao lay down on the sofa. Mu Chun turned off the big light in the living room, leaving only a lamp on the desk, and began to think about the problem just now.

The professor's sense of taste is not defective. He cannot judge the taste of salty, but his perception of sweetness is not too biased. In addition, Mu Xiao also mentioned a very critical point, the impact of mood disorders on taste. Although Mu Chun also considered this, he actually did not focus on this factor.

Perhaps because mind and body science is his major, Mu Chun always wanted to be more fully prepared for the problems that professors might encounter, so just like most people's cognitive habits, he invested more in unfamiliar parts. Instead of spending too much energy, they ignore the most obvious possibilities in the fields they are familiar with.

Now that I think about it, it's probably a mental problem. So what troubles has the professor encountered recently? What kind of trouble could someone as optimistic as him encounter that makes him unable to taste the food he eats?

The answer to this question must be found as soon as possible, because losing sensitivity to salty taste is a very bad thing. This does not mean that a person cannot eat salty taste, so it does not matter if he eats a little more salty taste, just like a person who does not have salty taste. Pain, then he may not know what to do to protect himself when he is injured. He cannot eat very salty food, just like being hurt when he is injured, it is a self-protection mechanism of the body. If there is a problem with this mechanism, it will be harmful to people. There is no benefit. Excessive daily salt intake will cause harm to the body over time and will eventually be of no benefit.

Now that Mu Xiao already knew about the professor, Mu Chun felt a little more relaxed than before. Although he originally didn't want Mu Xiao to worry, maybe it would be better to discuss it with Mu Xiao from the beginning. Sometimes women may I know better how to care for a patient and how to use a gentle way to make the other person accept the fact that the disease exists.

Mu Chun thought that Fang Ming's confusion today was also because he was trapped in the words he said to the professor. This sentence must have been repeated thousands or even tens of thousands of times in his mind, just to prove that he did not He said something wrong, but tens of thousands of repetitions told Fang Ming again and again that he was wrong. The professor's departure seemed to be related to him anyway.