Crazy Psychologist

Ning Tao is a gentleman and has the kindness to observe other people's emotions. At least in Muchun's treatment room, at this moment, he is like a doctor who can heal himself and care for others.

"Why is this guy looking more and more like Muchun?" Zhang Wenwen asked such questions again and again. He didn't ask aloud, but just asked himself. His appearance and temperament had not changed, but a familiar person in front of him suddenly became very similar. Another familiar person, but in fact no matter how you look at it, you can't tell how the two are similar.

This feeling is very strange, and I almost wonder if it is related to changes in the nervous system.

"Okay, okay, Dr. Mu, don't torture everyone anymore because of me. It's enough to torture me alone." Ning Tao took the puzzle, gently moved it outside the clinic, and placed it in the corridor, with a smile on his face. Always smile.

"Eh? What's going on?" Chu Sisi asked curiously.

"As for Ning Tao's problems during this period, after Dr. Zhang ruled out the possibility of brain lesions, we classified it as a visual impairment and treated it, but the effect has not been very good."

Zhang Wenwen whispered, "Not only is it not good, it is simply making no progress."

Chu Shisheng nodded obediently. She agreed with Zhang Wenwen. Judging from the treatment over the past few months, not only was the treatment effect ineffective, it could even be said that there was no progress. Although she trusted Muchun in her heart, Chu Sisi still occasionally Ning Tao's condition will continue to fail to improve, which is also a blow to Muchun.

No doctor is an undefeated god of war. Surgeons with exquisite skills may make surgical errors due to various problems. There seems to be no smoke of gunfire and no sense of life-and-death pressure in the battlefield of the psychosomatic department. However, there is no slack in the treatment process. , not to mention that the patient's condition is like sand in the hand, which cannot be understood and controlled. Sometimes one's own emotions will also affect the patient. The pressure is not easier than that of doctors in any position, and the frustrations generated during the treatment process Feelings may also affect the doctor's own emotions more.

Over the past year or so, as she has become more and more involved in the work of a psychopsychiatrist, Chu Sisi has become more and more aware of some of the invisible pressures that Mu Chun is burdened with. She doesn’t want to see Mu Chun fail but she knows very well that He cannot cure every patient.

Those perfect plots that can only exist in novels cannot really happen in hospitals.

Of course, she occasionally worries that the strange disease that happened to Dr. Mu many years ago will come back again.

It was almost early summer. Thinking of this matter, Chu Sisi's shoulders trembled slightly and she couldn't help but shudder. Her attention returned to Muchun's voice.

"Visual impairment can be caused by a variety of psychological reasons, such as anxiety, depression, and mental stress. These emotional problems can lead to symptoms such as visual fatigue, dry eyes, headaches, and dizziness. In some cases, visual impairment may also worsen the symptoms themselves. , leading to unclear vision or blurred vision, or color withdrawal, rare symptoms like Ning Tao's.

We have taken some detours, such as paying too much attention to color peeling, trying to find a treatment path from an optical perspective, and also trying to explore the clues that cause this symptom from a neurological perspective.

A few definite symptoms take us in circles, around and around.

Failure to improve those symptoms in turn worsens the symptoms themselves, which causes us to get deeper and deeper into them, and even rush to deal with the troubles they bring to our lives. "

"I'm not in a hurry. Doctor Mu and Doctor Zhang are more anxious than me." Ning Tao smiled brightly, melting away the last chill of spring, and Chu Sisi's tight shoulders relaxed.

"I'm not in a hurry, but if you come again and again and there's no progress, I'll just charge an outpatient registration fee. I'm at a loss."

"Ah! I can't tell that Dr. Mu cares so much about money." Ning Tao sneered.

"Can't you see? That's because you know too little about him. Dr. Mu not only cares about money, he is simply the spokesperson of refined stinginess." Zhang Wenwen couldn't miss any opportunity to scold Mu Chun.

"Actually, putting all these issues aside, Ning Tao's symptom is visual impairment. Visual impairment caused by psychological factors can be cured by relieving stress itself."

"You've been trying to relieve stress, haven't you had little effect?" Zhang Wenwen seized the opportunity to complain.

"It's simply ineffective. This guy is hiding so deep that even with the light on, he can't find a path leading to healing."

"What happened next? Why do you seem to be cured suddenly now?"

Mu Chun shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's really tiring. I really want to take a bath and relax. I heard that a female PU coffee shop opened nearby. Well, it seems to be just a gimmick, nothing special. ——”

"Dr. Mu, can you be more serious? This is still a hospital, a hospital." Chu Sisi reminded hurriedly.

"Doctor Chu, don't worry. Dr. Muchun is very serious now. You don't know how outrageous his unorthodox treatments are. For example, last month he took me to a nursing home. It rained heavily that day. The heavy rain, the spring rain on my skin was as painful as a skate blade. I didn't want to go out at all. He insisted on letting me go to the nursing home and asked me to help him. Only after I arrived did I know that this guy was being pestered by the elderly. While playing mahjong, he had already lost dozens of dollars, and his face was very ugly. He asked me to help him out, so I played mahjong with the old man. They had been playing mahjong all their lives. Although they were older, they had no mahjong skills at all. After a few rounds, I lost more than 100 yuan, and later I realized that these people, who are almost 300 years old in total, had teamed up to defraud me, and later gave the money to Muchun."

"It doesn't make sense. Muchun's mahjong level is very high." Zhang Wenwen was talking, and suddenly he seemed to understand something. He quickly took a sip of coffee and pretended not to say anything.

"Last month he suddenly called me and said he would wait for me downstairs at my house and asked me to accompany him to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. It was the vegetable market over Xiaodongqiao, a notoriously dirty market in the city. The ingredients used for takeout are all sold in that place, the source of dark cuisine. He said he wanted to buy pigeons there and asked me to accompany him there. I thought it wouldn’t be troublesome to buy a pigeon, so I went with him. Who knows? After buying pigeons, he also buys eggplants, and after buying eggplants, he also buys peanuts, and beef ribs. He has to bargain at every stall, arguing with others over a dollar or two, and even drags me to help him bargain—"

"This - it's also very refreshing." Zhang Wenwen couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Then what?"

"Oh, he even made a bet with me at the beginning of this month, saying that on the last subway train, the driver would open the glass door of the first track, and passengers on the last train could ask to see the cab."

"Ah? Is that okay?" Chu Sisi asked.

"I definitely didn't believe it, so I just said I would bet 500 yuan, and then - I lost."