A patient was visiting Muchun, so it was naturally inconvenient for Chu Sisi to keep him.
The early summer sun shone on Muchun's face, and Chu Sisi looked a little dazed.
When I first came here for internship, it seemed to be the same season. After such a long time, my studies have been transferred from the law major to the psychosomatic department. I originally thought that compared with the law, the study of the physical and mental department would be relatively simple. After all, there are endless legal provisions and bizarre case analyses. An excellent law student needs excellent memory and strong thinking ability, while a psychosomatic doctor does not need to enter the operating room or rescue patients.
I probably underestimated the difficulty of this major at the beginning.
"Teacher, I'll go back first." Chu Sisi said.
Muchun nodded slightly and moved his eyes to the new patient. But the patient's eyes couldn't help but stay around Chu Sisi.
Such a young and beautiful doctor is as full of youth and vitality as a college girl, and has the innate temperament of a young lady from a wealthy family.
Oh my God, this is a magical doctor.
Huayuanqiao Community Health Center, fifth floor, Department of Psychosomatics? The man's heart was beating with notes that he himself was not aware of.
What about mind and body science? Let’s talk about immortality.
"Mr. Song Weixin." Mu Chun's voice sounded at the right time. When Song Weixin heard this, he put away his eyes and turned to Mu Chun and said loudly: "Doctor Mu Chun, this is really not far from where I live."
"Ah, so what? Don't want to die?"
The patient Song Weixin in front of me is a 22-year-old male, 172 centimeters tall, and weighs 78 kilograms by visual inspection. According to the body shape standards for men of this age, Song Weixin is on the short side and on the fat side.
His skin was fair, his eyes were dull, and the areas around his eyes, which were not big in the first place, were slightly swollen, and his eyes looked like they had nowhere to live.
Despite this, the owner of these eyes still did not forget to use them to take a look at the beautiful pictures in this world.
Not only is this man unwilling to give up money, he is also unwilling to miss a beautiful girl.
This is really not a bad thing.
"Death? I really don't want to die." As Song Wilson spoke, he looked up and down the clinic room. His eyes kept moving left and right, and his expression finally became a portrait of surprise. He opened his mouth and praised repeatedly, "You Definitely not someone who collects rags at night.”
"Of course I'm not a person who collects rags at night." Muchun confirmed Song Weixin's inference.
"You are not a homeless person either."
"Obviously not." Mu Chun cleared his throat, sat up slightly, and changed from half-lying to holding his chin in one hand. He sat up, but he was still sluggish.
"Is this really a hospital?"
"I said last night that I am a doctor. Since I am a doctor, you registered my number again and only used 1 dime. Of course this is a hospital, or a public hospital, a regular hospital with medical protection."
"I don't believe it." Song Weixin shook his head, "But it doesn't matter. This place looks very comfortable, too comfortable."
Muchun:......
"You can also play the piano. There is also a drum set, a treadmill, and a coffee machine. Oh my God, they are all high-end products. Does this clinic really only cost a dime?"
"Is there a registration fee? Yes, it's 0.1 yuan." Muchun took off the pen cap and put it on again, going back and forth many times, making a clicking sound, looking very bored.
Song Weixin continued to comment on the coffee machine, saying that the coffee machine costs at least more than 10,000 yuan.
Muchun nodded.
He also said that this treadmill is also expensive, at least more than 10,000 yuan. It is expensive for an average family to buy more than 5,000 yuan. These sports products are generally only about 2,000 yuan for home use. Who would buy one? Leave it alone.
Muchun nodded.
"Oh my god, there is also a piano. I don't understand the price of this piano, but the most common piano costs ten thousand or twenty thousand."
Muchun nodded.
"Speaking of which, everything here is very valuable. Is the hospital in such good condition now?"
"Has it been a long time since you arrived at the hospital?"
"I've basically never been to the hospital. I rarely get sick."
"Then you still commit suicide?"
"I really want to die. You don't know. Yesterday, just before I met you, I really, really wanted to die. I just thought about dying, dying, dying."
Muchun nodded, then suddenly shook his head, "So now you don't want to die?"
The man smiled awkwardly and stretched his mouth forcefully to both sides, trying to raise the corners of his mouth, but he seemed to be heavily oppressed by the swollen cheeks and was unable to do so. In the end, he drooped unwillingly.
"I'm still so sad. I really don't want to die after meeting you yesterday, but I really want to cry. I really want to cry. I just want to cry."
"Then just cry, go to the roof of the building to blow in the wind, and cry loudly in the wind, it's romantic."
Song Weixin really didn't expect that Mu Chun in front of him was wearing a white coat, but he didn't look like a doctor at all.
Shouldn't the doctor speak more professionally, or at least look a little convincing? Why, even though he was wearing white clothes, he still looked the same as yesterday, still looking cynical.
"I said doctor, can you please speak properly? Yesterday, you kept asking me for money and threatened me that it would affect the life of an old man and his family. Tell me how you look like a doctor."
"That's right." Muchun said calmly.
"Ah?" Song Weixin looked at Muchun in surprise, "You still admit it?"
Muchun shrugged, "Ah, you make it sound like there's nothing wrong with it."
"Do you admit that you took advantage of others' danger to make money from me?"
"Well, that seems to be the case."
Before Muchun could finish speaking, Song Weixin jumped in and said, "Do you admit that you deliberately tricked me yesterday? It's obvious that the registration fee for you to treat others is only 10 cents, but you actually asked me for 100, 500, 600, is that too much? "
"Well, it seems a bit too much." Muchun nodded, showing his well-behaved look.
"Ah, then why did you do that? What if I really jumped?"
"Oh, you can't." Muchun put the pen aside, took a look at Song Weixin, and said calmly: "I did it on purpose."
"Why, why? Isn't it miserable enough for me? I was deceived by the woman I love most, and I want to die and I'm blackmailed by you."
"You don't want to die, you just think you want to die. I don't mean to defraud you of money, I'm just confirming something."
Song Weixin sneered, "That's nice to say, but you are not me. How do you know that I don't really want to die? I was so despondent at the time that I just wanted to die. Not to mention how painful it would be if I jumped. It would have been much worse if I hadn't died." Tragic, to tell you the truth, I didn’t think about this at all at the time, all I thought about was that I was going to die.”
"Well, you want to die, so how can you care so much about a few hundred dollars? You are so desperate and want to die, how can you bargain with me? You just think you want to die."
Song Weixin was suddenly at a loss for words and could no longer chatter as before. He spoke very quickly and did not use punctuation when he spoke. He talked non-stop from the moment he entered the door. But after Mu Chun finished this sentence, Song Weixin's His lips seemed frozen and he couldn't move at all.
