Mu Chun lay on the chair bored, using an expired medical magazine as a fan to fan himself. Chu Sisi sat opposite her and read a book. There were always questions to disturb Mu Chun. Mu Chun was reluctant but answered them one by one.
There are no professional issues.
Chu Sisi didn't know whether to be happy or troubled. Fortunately, there weren't many patients recently, and Mu Chun didn't ask Chu Sisi to wear some weird clothes.
"What's going on with Liu Tiantian? If we don't send a few patients here, we're going to suffer from the northwest wind."
Muchun stood up, left the seat he was reluctant to leave, and paced back and forth on the ground.
"Doctor Mu, Doctor Mu."
Chu Sisi shouted several times in succession, but Mu Chun didn't even hear her.
After shouting for the third time, Muchun reluctantly turned his body sideways, and even his hips did not turn along with his upper body.
Why is this person so reluctant? Chu Sisi muttered in her heart.
"What's the matter? If Dr. Chu feels bored, just go back to school. It's so comfortable in college. Why are you here staring at me?"
"There's no such thing as big eyes, you just have small eyes, okay?"
Muchun shouted, "What are you talking about, are my eyes small?"
After saying that, he ran to the sink, widened his eyes in the mirror, and murmured to himself, "Not small, not small at all."
"I have a question I've always wanted to ask you. Did the teacher create the term hemiophobia?"
"What is the phobia of marriage?"
"The teacher said that Chu Shenming has phobia of marriage, the second type of phobia of marriage."
"I think I said that."
As if I had said something about it, Chu Sisi lowered her shoulders and made a face at Muchun's back.
"Is it phobia of marriage, and what is the first one?"
"It's the second type."
Muchun jumped up and down and answered.
"But the cure for homiophobia is not to get married? Cancel the engagement, is that okay?"
"What's wrong?"
"Isn't it a little irresponsible?"
Chu Sisi had wanted to say this for a long time, and now she finally said it. Unexpectedly, Muchun's expression was not surprised at all, but was as calm as a knife, which made Chu Sisi's eyes burst into tears.
Muchun held the table with both hands and leaned close to Chu Sisi's cheek.
Just as he was about to speak, a patient came in.
"Excuse me, where is this?"
The patient backed out of the door and looked at the sign on the door.
"It's the Department of Psychosomatics, right? Am I right?"
Muchun said no, and reached for the patient's medical notebook.
"Hands shaking?"
"Ah? The doctor already knows?"
Before Liu Yun could sit down, he saw Muchun's hands hanging in the air, trembling.
"No, it's not that exaggerated." Liu Yun quickly explained, "It's just a slight tremor."
"Can you describe the specific situation to me?"
Liu Yun briefly explained to Muchun what had happened in the past few days, half convinced.
"Dr. Chu, this patient is a well-known writer."
With a flattering smile, Muchun asked Chu Sisi to move a chair and sit next to the patient.
"Look, does this female doctor have the potential to become a writer?"
"What?" Liu Yun was asked at a loss.
"She seems to be familiar with the people at the publishing house. I wonder if you two have something in common. It is said that many authors are single otakus who cannot find a girlfriend at all."
Having said that, although it is indeed true, what does this have to do with treating diseases.
Liu Yun thought that he would come to the hospital and see if he could prescribe some medicine and take it. Unexpectedly, he seemed to have strayed into the two-dimensional world, where a silly male doctor and a... no matter how you looked at it, it was like something out of a cartoon. fake female doctor.
Looking at the doctor named Chu Sisi, Liu Yun felt increasingly uncomfortable.
In order to write, he has not thought about women for many years. It is not that he has never thought about it, and it is of no use.
Although there are many female fans, his writing is not romance or modern urban literature, so it is difficult to expect those beautiful stories about the marriage between the author and his fans.
It's a bit difficult to find a female reader who loves science fiction.
It is even more difficult to find someone with outstanding looks.
Stop it, Liu Yun, you're here to see a doctor. After you're done, you have to go back and catch up on manuscripts. It's better to get things done quickly when you go out.
"So, my hands shake when I type, but do they shake normally? For example, when shaking hands with someone?"
"I don't know, I haven't shaken hands with anyone in a long time."
"Then try shaking hands with a female doctor."
"ah?"
If the sky hadn't been clear, these people's words and appearance would have looked like they were from Earth, and the smell of coffee from Earth would have lingered in the clinic. Liu Yun would have really doubted which time-travel novel he had entered.
"Check, necessary check."
Chu Sisi also looked at Mu Chun in confusion.
In the past, when there were such examinations, Mu Chun would explain them clearly to Chu Sisi in advance, or teach him step by step, such as the abdominal examination for Chu Shenming and the problems during the examination.
Muchun would explain it in detail several times and tell Chu Sisi why she did what she did.
Although Chu Sisi felt that some of the examinations were unnecessary, Mu Chun was a professional psychosomatic doctor and it was his decision.
"Come on, just a quick handshake."
Is that so?
The two of them each stretched out their hands and held them together awkwardly.
Muchun looked at it for a long time, both of them felt embarrassed and couldn't let go.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute."
Liuyun turned his head sideways, looking depressed.
"Are you shaking?"
Liuyun shook his head.
Muchun looked at Chu Sisi again.
Chu Sisi also shook her head.
Just when the two of them thought it was over, Muchun said again: "Hold tighter, tighter."
The two did so.
"Should you shake or not?"
The two shook their heads.
"Okay, okay, let go, let go."
After saying this, Chu Sisi and Liu Yun didn't know how to let go. They hesitated awkwardly for a second before taking their hands back to themselves.
"Is not fun."
Muchun held a black ink pen and kept spinning it.
"It's not fun, it's not fun, it's not fun at all."
"Then do you want to change your hand?"
With that said, Muchun stood up again, and this time he asked Chu Sisi and Liu Yun to change their left hands and hold them again.
"How do you feel? Are you shaking?"
Shake your head, still shake your head.
Muchun was spinning in place, and then said, "Ha, hold both hands together. When typing, you must type with both hands together, right?"
Liu Yun also felt that there was a little bit of truth in the reluctance, so he took the initiative to stretch out his other hand. Chu Sisi quietly glared at Mu Chun, and had complained about it a thousand times in her heart.
"What about now? Are you shaking? Do you feel like you can't hold it anymore?"
Still shaking his head.
"So, it's not those questions."
Muchun frowned, ran to the coffee machine, and patted the machine.
"It's stuck again. You must change to a manual grinder."
Mu Chun seemed to have completely forgotten that there were patients waiting. Chu Sisi could only cough and said softly: "Director Mu, director."
