Crazy Psychologist

Summer always passes quickly, in a hurry, in a soul-destroying haste.

After a whole summer of treatment, Ning Tao's symptoms did not improve. Zhang Wenwen's confusion spread from summer to winter. For half a year, he almost regarded the Huayuanqiao Community Health Center as his second workplace. He went there every week. I didn't miss a single day here except for the emergency surgery at Zhinan Affiliated.

The sunlight is shallow and listlessly hits the windows on the fifth floor. It is the winter solstice, and the weather around the sea is dry and clear, without any dampness or coldness of the southern winter. Such weather is very abnormal for the city around the sea.

Usually before December, the winter rain often disturbs the wintersweet. When the wintersweet in the north blooms, its branches are thin and dry, and it is also called dry-branched plum. When the snow falls, and the plum blossoms are appreciated after the snow, they are also called snow plum. . When arriving at Yaohai, although wintersweet trees can be seen growing in the city, there are no traces of dry branches or snow. They are more like plum blossoms, with small flowers carrying rain. Most of the people standing in the cold drizzle holding umbrellas to enjoy the flowers are lovers with warm hearts. Ordinary people don't have such leisurely feelings.

But this year is different. As the Chinese New Year is approaching, the sun shines brightly every day, and there is not a drop of rain for more than ten days in a row. The sun has flattened the earth and people's hearts.

Ever since Chu Sisi added a vinyl record player to Mu Chunde's clinic, it has become a music clinic. Music therapy has also been used by Mu Chun again and again in the treatment of patients, with great results. However, this method is not effective in treating patients. Ning Tao still had no effect at all.

Zhang Wenwen is also a vinyl lover. Every Friday afternoon when he comes to the Huayuanqiao Psychological Department, he will bring a piece of vinyl and hold it by his side like a book. The last time it was a piece of classical music from the Baroque period. This time it was a piece of classical music from the Baroque period. It's Dvořák's Ninth Symphony.

"Tell me about today's treatment." Zhang Wenwen put down the needle, put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the door.

Chu Sisi closed her notebook, relaxed her shoulders and faced Zhang Wenwen, "Doctor Zhang is really more punctual than his patients."

"Dr. Chu, please don't help Mu Chun change the subject. I'm waiting for our Director Mu to talk about his new plan."

Muchun put down the book and sighed, "Hey, it's the same as usual."

"Haha, lose, lose, lose." Zhang Wenwen laughed, with a hint of citizen-like pride at the corner of his mouth.

"Lost? Did you make a bet?" Chu Sisi was curious.

"Guessed it right."

Chu Sisi shook her head, "I don't believe it. Teacher never gambles."

"This exception is because I forced him, but the stakes are not big." Zhang Wenwen became more and more proud as he spoke. He looked up at the clock. Five minutes had passed since Ning Tao was supposed to appear, so he felt deep in his heart. A trace of worry, worried that something would happen to Ning Tao on the road.

"Five minutes have passed. He won't be driving by himself again."

After Zhang Wenwen finished speaking, Muchun also put down the book and glanced at the time. Then he opened the book safely, turned to the page he had just read, and then let out a silly laugh.

"Laughing? I said Muchun, why don't you give Ning Tao a call?"

"No fight." Muchun refused.

Chu Sisi was a little worried. In the past six months, Ning Tao had never been late for follow-up appointments. Although he was only five minutes late, Chu Sisi was also a little nervous for a patient who was never late.

"Teacher, nothing will really happen."

"I do not know."

"I think I'm sure to win. If I win Dr. Chu, would you like to have dinner with us?" Zhang Wenwen smiled handsomely, victory was in sight, and Muchun was definitely losing this time.

Although their bet was the same no matter who lost or won, Zhang Wenwen's mood was particularly bright when he thought of winning against Muchun.

The cold wind was not cold and the light was long. After Ning Tao got off the bus at Huayuanqiao Station, he walked south along Qingtian Road. As long as he walked slowly, the world he saw was not incomprehensible. Although the surrounding scenes had no color, they were still beautiful. It’s not that it’s twisted and messy and unable to piece together the correct appearance. If he could use a metaphor to describe the world he saw, it would be the world of charcoal sketches. The outlines may be thick or thin, but the boundaries between objects are clear, which does not bring any problems to his life. Too much trouble, of course, this refers to most of the time when the condition does not suddenly worsen.

He was supposed to show up at Mu Chun's clinic at the appointed time, but Ning Tao changed his mind. The familiar sound of a convenience store opening was heard in the distance. Ning Tao walked into the store faster and almost bumped into someone because he was walking too fast. An old lady with limited mobility.

He said sorry, but his eyes quickly scanned the shelves. After some effort, he finally found what he wanted in the black and white outlines. They were packs of colorful potato chips, with rich red stew flavor, original sea salt flavor, and barbecue. Taste, spicy taste... Ning Tao couldn't see clearly, so he just took two packs. By the time he got the third time, he couldn't hold it anymore.

The clerk handed the basket to him kindly, "Sir, please put it here so that you can get some."

"Thank you." Ning Tao rushed the potato chips into the basket. When he saw that it was not full, he took a few more bags. This time, not only did the basket fill up, but it was also far higher than the original height of the basket.

"Buy so many potato chips." The clerk said casually when checking out out of work habits.

"Well, how many bags?" Ning Tao asked.

"Twelve bags, I'll put two bags in for you."

"Wait, I'll get some more."

"Eh? Oh, okay, I don't know if there are enough on the shelves. I usually can't put too many on them. Let me replenish some for you, or I can get some directly from you. Do you have any taste requirements?"

"The same flavor as these twelve bags, thank you." After Ning Tao finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to check out. This simple action would have taken Ning Tao a lot of time. The world would become unstable when looking at the mobile phone screen. Dense black curved lines will appear, and he needs to find the payment page quickly to reduce the time his eyes stay on the screen, so that the world will not be broken quickly.

The clerk quickly returned to the cash register with two bags of potato chips and handed four bags to Ning Tao.

"192 yuan."

"OK, thanks."

"Is there a park or something nearby?" Ning Tao asked.

"Go straight on Qingtian Road. There is a stadium near Qingtian Primary School. The stadium is connected to a small park." The clerk replied enthusiastically.

"Okay, thank you."

Ning Tao was carrying four bags of potato chips, which were bulky but weightless. He was not familiar with this area, but according to the clerk's instructions, he just had to walk along Qingtian Road.

The sun has lined up rows of pruned sycamores, and the road has become wider and brighter. There are not many pedestrians on the road, but the flavor of the New Year is getting stronger. New couplets and red decorative lanterns are hung outside the shops. Although Ning Tao couldn't see red, he could vaguely see a few smudges of red, like red camellias falling in the ink landscape.