"This is not mentioned in this document." Muchun answered honestly, "By the way, you can tell the hospital about some of it. I probably need to take a day off, probably tomorrow. I need to go to Fengfeng for a trip." Sichuan No. 1 Prison, I'm not sure how much time it will take. Dean, how should I ask for leave? Is it a private matter or a business matter?"
Dean Jia thought for a while and said, "Go and talk to the human resources department. Just say that you are out on official business. Who will be responsible for tomorrow's outpatient clinic?"
"Ah, Dr. Chu Sisi and Dr. Liu Dandan will be in charge of the outpatient work of the Psychosomatic Department. I don't have any patients with appointments on Saturday, but there are several on Monday." Muchun explained.
Dean Jia smiled secretly. How many patients? Thanks for telling him, when did the Department of Psychosomatics have several patients a day?
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What does the dean see in Muchun?
Vice President Jia put his hands behind his back and walked out boredly.
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Dean Jia did not turn around, but just raised his hand behind him.
After Dean Jia left, Mu Chun took out his notebook and thought about the things mentioned in this material. It seemed that there was indeed some trouble? But hasn't this kind of trouble happened before?
The thing mentioned in the file is that a patient in the fifth ward of Toyokawa No. 1 Prison has been slovenly and slovenly for the past month. He often cannot participate in exercises and complete daily homework. The most troublesome thing for the police officers is that, The man named Pan Guangshen also started eating randomly.
In the material, there are two lines of words listing the things Pan Guangshen ate other than the normal food, including paper, pen refills, rags falling off the mop, fibers falling off the broom, hair in the trash can, cotton, Torn sheets, prison uniforms, water spit out after brushing your teeth, vomitus and even your own excrement, including urine and feces~
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Muchun put his hands behind his head and began to think about this matter. What did the prison want him to do?
Help diagnose whether this prisoner has a mental disorder?
If this is just his duty, the patients within the high walls are naturally patients, but such a thing has never happened before. The [Annual Mental Health Conference] will be held two weeks after the new year, and Mu Chun has already heard about the judicial The system is preparing to develop some specialized courses and internally train a group of police officers with professional knowledge of psychosomatics. Professor Chu seems to have received an invitation to develop courses.
How did you find Huayuanqiao Hospital?
Mu Chun thought that he might have to ask Professor Chu to find out.
Seeing that it was almost half past four, Mu Chun finished sorting out the recent cases and also looked at the case notes and study notes made by Chu Sisi. It seemed that Chu Sisi, who aspired to become a doctor, was really becoming more and more diligent.
In fact, Chu Sisi could delve into the judicial system's curriculum development and such assistance requests. After all, she was also an honors student born in a legal major.
Muchun carefully corrected some errors in Chu Sisi's notes and answered the questions she left in her notes.
This method reminded him of many times when he and Mu Xiao were revising notes together in college. Time flies. When he forgets, he is like an over-working duty student who wipes the blackboard without leaving a trace. When he remembers, It's like sugar stuck to sugar paper, melting together.
After finishing all this work, it was almost five o'clock. Mu Chun called Professor Chu and said that he wanted to sit at his place in the evening and borrow some books.
Professor Chu was very happy and invited Muchun to his home for dinner.
Muchun agreed.
When we came out of the subway, the sky had completely darkened, and there was still some light rain in the air.
Mu Chun wrapped her coat tightly, thinking that fortunately there was no wind at this time. If a cold wind came, it would really make a person depressed.
It is said that it is impossible to go around the sea in winter without falling in love. This saying is very popular among young people. It is probably used when chasing a lover. Making a fuss about the seasons has been around since ancient times.
Wind, flowers, snow, and moon can all be metaphors for love. The cold wind will naturally make people think that having a companion will make it easier to survive the winter.
Knocking on the old-fashioned wooden door of Professor Chu's house, Professor Chu came to open the door wearing an apron and holding a shovel. Mu Chun was a little surprised. This was not the first time he had seen Professor Chu dressed like this, but he hadn't seen him for many years. Suddenly seeing Professor Chu dressed up at home, Mu Chun stood outside the door in a daze, not knowing whether to laugh or sigh.
The time of studying is easy. After the college entrance examination, with the admission notice of the medical school, I can't imagine how to spend the long 7 years. Then think about the next few years, 10 to 11 years.
When I entered my freshman year, I was counting the days, always hoping that time would pass faster. When others were falling in love, the medical students were endorsing it.
While others are studying for TOEFL and IELTS and preparing to study abroad for graduate school, medical students are discussing the philosophy of life with guinea pigs.
Are brain and consciousness the same thing?
Are brain and IQ the same thing?
Does loving someone mean that the brain loves someone or the heart loves someone?
The little white mouse always doesn't know the answer, and the frog and the onion can't tell you the answer.
It is true that the medical school exam is not much easier than the college entrance exam.
Studying medicine really requires some talent. This is what Professor Chu said. When he said this, the students in the classroom were silent. There are too many things to learn and master, even more things to memorize and recite, and to calculate. There are also many things about statistics.
Mu Chun must be considered gifted. Professor Chu indeed said so. It is hard to imagine that a professor of psychology and psychology would always talk about talent. It is not enough for the soul.
"Don't be stunned at the door, come in quickly." Chu Xiaofeng said as he ran back to the kitchen.
Muchun walked to the living room, found a chair and sat down. Just when he was about to pick up a book on the coffee table and read it for a while, he heard Professor Chu shout: "Wash your hands before entering. You are not a doctor anymore."
I!
Muchun looked helpless. Is this okay when his professor complained that he was not a doctor?
Complaints like this are not uncommon. Complaints from one's own professor can probably cause 10,000 points of damage.
"Wash your hands and eat oranges. There are delicious oranges on the table, brought by Mu Xiao." Professor Chu said while frying vegetables.
"Mu Xiao? Has she been here?" Mu Chun asked.
"No, she just gave me some oranges and then left. This girl is very busy all day long. I said since you have already recognized each other, why don't you get married on the spot?"
Mu Chun just put the orange into his mouth, and when he heard what the professor said, he almost choked.
A nasty cough.
"What are you doing? If you don't look for Mu Xiao, who else can you look for? Do you like other girls?" Chu Xiaofeng walked out with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs.
The table was arranged casually, and the tomato scrambled eggs were placed in the middle of a small round table.
A plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was piled with scattered notes and numbers. Mu Chun coughed and saw a good book on the table.
"'Soul Disturbance'?" Muchun said to himself.
Professor Chu put on the presbyopic glasses hanging around his neck and took a closer look, "Well, yes, Professor Dewey's "Trouble of the Mind". I finally found a publisher to introduce this book into the country. You see Look, it’s a very niche book, but I think it’s Professor Dewey’s best book, and it’s very suitable for Mu Xiao.”
After Professor Chu finished speaking, a mysterious smile appeared on his lips, and with this smile he ducked into the kitchen again.
"I remember that I had read the English version of this book, but I found the Raohai City Library from the school library. When I finally found it, it showed that it was on loan. Then I waited for nearly half a month, almost every two weeks. Every day I have to check to see if the book has been returned on the online system. There is only one copy in the entire Luohai City Library, which is even harder to find than the Spanish books I found." Mu Chun recalled.
"Really? That's probably because you didn't ask Mu Xiao to lend it to you, so there are no books that she can't find. Her ability to find books really impresses me, an old bookworm." Chu Xiaofeng chuckled. stand up.
"That's true. She was known as a type poisoner back then. She read, read, read every day. I have never seen a girl who loves reading so much." Mu Chun said with admiration.
"Really? I've never seen a boy who loves reading so much. Have you seen it?" Chu Xiaofeng poked half of his head out, and as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly shouted, "Oh no, no, no, you're just patronizing me." You forgot to put in the sugar while you were talking, so you put it in again."
"What dish has been put out again?" Muchun ran into the kitchen holding the book.
Before he could see what was in the pot, he only felt a burnt smell coming over him. Mu Chun frowned and said, "Teacher, are you cooking sweet and sour pork ribs? It must be taken out of the pot immediately."
"Ah?" Professor Chu was a little confused.
"Let me do it."
Muchun took the shovel from Professor Chu's hand, stuffed the book into the professor's arms, then rushed to the stove, turned off the gas, and stirred the pot twice with the remaining heat in the pot.
"Look, I've forgotten. Muchun is a master of cooking. Why am I still showing off in front of you? You used to cook for me." Chu Xiaofeng smiled and put on the presbyopia he had just taken off. He looked in the mirror, squinted his eyes and started reading.
"No, teacher, don't study in the kitchen. I won't be in the mood to cook. If you still want to eat delicious food, don't study in front of me." Mu Chun said proudly.
There is a broccoli next to the stove, and there are two carrots next to the broccoli. It can be seen that the teacher plans to fry another vegetable, probably broccoli and carrots.
That's three dishes.
Very good, three dishes, two grown men, I think it’s almost enough
"There's also broccoli and fried carrots, right?" Mu Chun asked.
"Yes, yes, there is also a broccoli and carrot. By the way, the meat slices are in the refrigerator. I oiled them yesterday." Professor Chu said, putting the book under his arm, opening the refrigerator, and took out a small bowl of meat slices. To Muchun.
After another ten minutes or so, the two sat at the table and prepared to eat.
"In the past, Mu Xiao liked to sit in my seat the most, because you can see the bookshelves on three walls. You still remember where you have been sitting, so you are not sitting wrong." Chu Xiaofeng squinted his eyes, with evil intentions. The corners of his mouth raised.
Muchun picked up a mouthful of rice, then picked up another chopstick of tomato scrambled eggs, and ate them together.
He didn't know how to answer Professor Chu's words. He might as well just eat. Speaking of which, there were only two chairs next to the table. When he came out of the kitchen, Professor Chu was sitting on the chair he was sitting on now. So he could still Where to sit? Of course it was the only chair left.
Where did he come from? He actually remembered where he was sitting before.
It's not that Muchun doesn't understand Professor Chu's thoughts, but what can he say? It's like the love that's right in front of you is within reach, but it's like reaching out to grab the clouds in the sky. No matter how hard you grab it, you can't seem to catch it.
Are you afraid to start because you are afraid of failure?
Maybe it's that simple.
Mu Chun didn't really want to know Mu Xiao's mood. Thinking of this, Mu Chun sighed in his heart.
Oh, salty!
A mouthful of rice with tomato scrambled eggs will be so salty in your mouth!
Muchun watched in surprise as Professor Chu ate the rice and vegetables one bite at a time, not feeling salty at all, and couldn't help but frown.
He hesitated whether to ask or not. He thought for a few seconds but still didn't say anything.
Muchun picked up another piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, which also tasted horribly salty.
The professor just said that sugar may have been added twice. Could it be that the sugar and salt were wrong?
It seems that only broccoli is edible among the two dishes. Although Mu Chun never likes to eat food with strong flavors, he doesn't put much salt in the broccoli, but he also puts a little more salt than when he cooks by himself. , he felt that this taste should be suitable for the taste habits of ordinary people.
Who knows, the professor took a bite of carrots from the broccoli and frowned, "Mu Chun, your craftsmanship has deteriorated. Why is there no salt at all in this dish?"
"I" Mu Chun's eyes suddenly felt a little hot. He lowered his head and blinked quietly, then turned his back and sneezed, "Ah, I'm sorry, I have a cold and I can't taste the food. I probably added less salt. "
Professor Chu nodded kindly, "That's it. I thought Dr. Muchun had encountered something troublesome. I see that you have been involved in a lot of big social news recently. I'm afraid you are afraid of being famous. Outside of work, Is there a lot more going on than usual?”
Chu Xiaofeng asked questions while putting cool sweet and sour pork ribs into Muchun's bowl.
"You like to eat sweet and sour pork ribs the most. No, it should be said that everyone around Haihai likes to eat sweet and sour pork ribs." After saying that, he laughed again.
Seeing Chu Xiaofeng always optimistic and cheerful, Mu Chun felt really bad.
He turned around and sneezed again, sniffed twice, picked up the bowl and ate two pieces of ribs and half a bowl of rice in one go.
"I did encounter some things recently, but they were pretty good. They didn't affect my work. There weren't many more patients at the Garden Bridge. That's what gave me a headache." Mu Chun pretended to be pitiful. The ugly look made Chu Xiaofeng burst into laughter again.
"It's hard to live without a bonus. I understand. I remember I told you when I was in college that to work as a psychosomatic doctor, you must be prepared to be poor. After all, it is not a job that is close to money no matter how you think about it. . There is definitely no way to compare with those banks and biopharmaceutical companies." After Chu Xiaofeng finished speaking, he picked up another chopstick of tomato and put it into the bowl, and finished the last bite of rice.
"Well, the doctor's induction declaration never said that the medical profession is a profitable profession. There are still many young people actively involved in the medical field. We all have a heart to save lives and heal the wounded and protect mankind." Muchun said from the bottom of his heart. With.
"But psychosomatics is more difficult. Otherwise, why would the talented children not become psychosomatics? Our profession was suspended for two terms. Now it is better. I feel that society needs it, and we have begun to strengthen it in various fields. Mental health construction is a task that comes as it comes, and I don’t think I can be idle anymore.” Professor Chu shook his head, looking clearly very happy.
Muchun took the opportunity to ask: "Do teachers feel tired? I mean there are a lot of people asking teachers for help recently, such as community education, the judicial system or the basic education system. Are there people who come to us as the most authoritative people? Professor Chu."
Chu Xiaofeng smiled and shook his head, "Ah, let's not talk about it anymore. I'm not very capable at all times. Also, the main reason is not enough talent. Fortunately, Mu Xiao is back, and Zhang Wenwen is half done. After all, he is in North America. I learned a lot of skills from several neurology professors, but that kid is not very reliable."
"I think it's quite reliable, much more reliable than me. I've been called unreliable in various ways." Muchun laughed at himself.
In Muchun's view, although Zhang Wenwen has all the excellent qualities of a rich second generation, he is still a very reliable doctor overall. In the treatment of the psychosomatic department, there are too many areas where he needs to cooperate with neurosurgeons. Identifying the presence of neuropathy is also a very important part of the work of a psychosomatic doctor. This is also a part where Liu Dandan has a relatively advantage. Even if Chu Sisi successfully changes her profession, it will still be difficult to catch up with Liu Dandan in this aspect.
Liu Dandan is from clinical medicine, and the accumulation of medical school is really a lifetime of accumulation.
It is easier for Zhang Wenwen to achieve success in the field of psychosomatics. His profound accumulation of medical expertise and rich clinical experience, coupled with his diligent and eager to learn and research spirit of not being ashamed to ask questions, are very valuable.
The only thing that worries Muchun is the surgery Zhang Wenwen went to Southeast Asia to participate in. This type of surgery has always been on the edge of the law. For a doctor, it is crucial to avoid legal risks.
