Chapter 340 Between Not Knowing and Symptoms

"Visiting?" Chu Sisi blurted out.

Mu Chun glanced at Chu Sisi, hinting her not to make a fuss.

But it was not in line with the rules to visit patients at random during the outpatient clinic hours.

Chu Sisi thought that this was really in line with Teacher Mu Chun's style. As long as the patient needed it, he would rush over at any time, regardless of whether it was to eat hot pot, practice piano with him, or go to the funeral home.

Amin saw Mu Chun's hesitation and embarrassment, took out an exquisite card holder from his coat pocket, and took out his ID from the card holder.

"You can take a look, or leave it in your hospital. The address above is the new address after the ID card was updated, the same as where we live now. Please check Sun Xiangyun's address in the hospital system, which is the same as my address.

I think this should prove our relationship as husband and wife and that I am indeed not a bad person."

Amin's wisdom and calmness were touching.

"I'll go with you right now." Mu Chun took off his white coat and said to Chu Sisi, "It's more than an hour before I get off work. I don't think I can make it back in time. If there are patients coming, it's up to Dr. Chu. Remember that examination is always necessary."

Chu Sisi nodded very seriously. Although she didn't have confidence, she always remembered what Dr. Mu said, "Just use your enthusiasm to treat."

Enthusiasm, yes, I'm eager to help patients.

That's it.

Chu Sisi sat in Mu Chun's seat, her heart was up and down. Before Mu Chun walked out of the corridor of the Department of Psychosomatic Medicine, she quietly took out a small notebook from her pocket and began to review the previous cases.

Li Nan, she marked [obsessive thinking] and [obsessive behavior] next to it.

Ding Jiajun, [Zombie Syndrome], no, no, it doesn't seem to be, and later it became [extreme sadness] and [depression].

Hu Peng, [repeated examination]

Chu Shenming, [fear of marriage].

Wu Fangmei, [ ]? ? ?

Ting Ting Yuli, [depression]? ? ?

Zhao Min, [false pregnancy]? ? ? ?

Liu Mo, [thyroid dysfunction]

Shen Fan, [kleptomania]

Chu Sisi found that she couldn't fully understand some conceptual issues. She didn't know why. It was clearly like this, but it was not right.

How to say it, it's like when you go to McDonald's to buy French fries, you must think that French fries are long, golden, and sprinkled with white sea salt.

But the waiter at the pick-up counter smiled and handed you a spiral-shaped French fries covered with cheese and meat sauce.

The waiter looked at your silly look and put the plate on the table impatiently. You looked at the food in the paper box in front of you and asked shyly, "Is this French fries?"

The waiter glanced at you and said, "Yes, this is French fries."

It should be, but why does it feel wrong.

The most feared stage of reading is to read at this stage, the most feared is this kind of half-understanding.

Like law and medicine, there is no room for half-understanding. A slight difference can lead to a thousand miles of error. Psychosomatic medicine is no exception.

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When Mu Chun walked outside the hospital, he found that the morning's cheerfulness had disappeared, and the air was replaced by dampness and stickiness. No one likes such weather, just like opening the oil bottle cap covered with oil stains by hand. No one is willing to do this.

The asphalt road is like this, covered with a thick layer of sticky moisture.

Amin coughed, and Mu Chun also coughed. The two laughed. Amin said: "The air is really not very good."

"Yes, in recent years, the haze here in Raohai has been more serious in winter. This year's haze seems to have started this week, but you look very serious today, and it's already afternoon."

Amin nodded, "We would have traveled in winter, to the southern hemisphere or to the colder north, but this year we happened to plan to travel after the New Year. You see, this has caused a lot of trouble."

Mu Chun already knew that Sun Xiangyun was a scholar, but he didn't expect that his wife was even more intelligent, and she looked like a beautiful girl. It's really hard to judge a person by appearance.

"To be honest with you, doctor, although I don't know medicine, I think my husband has some fantasies, or some worries that he himself is not aware of. I think these worries are inevitable for people, but in fact they are unnecessary.

I can't explain it to him clearly, but I can only understand it myself. But after seeing him go to the hospital twice, he seemed to be a different person when he returned home. I guess that doctor must be very good. Not only does he understand a lot of life things, but he can also make others understand and listen to him. This kind of treatment is amazing."

Mu Chun shook his head, "Not enough, not as good as you said."

"Doctor, don't be modest. I thought he was a male doctor in his fifties with rich life experience. I didn't expect that he would be such a young and handsome guy when I met him today."

Amin chuckled twice after speaking, and the haze between the two did not cover the laughter.

When she reached the door of her house, Amin took out the key to open the door, but Mu Chun reached out to stop her.

Whispered: "Ring the doorbell."

Amin nodded and did it.

Ding Dong!

No response.

Ding Dong Ding Dong!

Quiet.

Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong!

A voice came from inside the door, "Who is it? No one at home can open the door."

Although this answer is very realistic, it is really humorous.

"You look pretty good." Mu Chun said to Amin, then motioned her to open the door.

"Doctor Mu? You're really here."

Sun Xiangyun, who was sitting at the dining table, greeted Mu Chun with a smile.

"Yes, I'm here, let's take a look at your paintings."

Mu Chun was talking about something else, and Amin couldn't answer the question for a while. She could only ask Mu Chun to sit down quickly, and she ran into the kitchen to prepare tea for Mu Chun.

"I can't even take you to see the paintings. I can't stand up. I don't know what happened. Just like my wife said, I turned into a mushroom. I stuck to this chair."

Sun Xiangyun said to Mu Chun as if he was talking about someone else's business.

"Yes, I believe it now. Painter Sun really can't stand up because he wet his pants. It's been an hour. Any normal person would feel uncomfortable. Anyone would try to stand up and change into clean pants."

Amin was not nervous. He moved a chair and sat far away from the two of them, flipping through the "Van Gogh Manuscript" on the small round table.

"Ah, is it still because of that thing?"

Mu Chun asked.

"No, I'm not afraid of death. I think it's useless to be afraid of death. What's supposed to come will come, and those who are supposed to die will die."

Sun Xiangyun took an orange and turned it around in his hand, not looking like he wanted to eat it, nor did he look like he didn't want to eat it.

He just held it in his hand to pass the time.