Chapter 446 If Someone We Care About Is Sick

"This point is not mentioned in the materials." Mu Chun answered honestly, "By the way, there is a part that can be told to the hospital. I probably need to take a day off, probably tomorrow. I need to go to Fengchuan First Prison. I am not sure how long it will take. Dean, how should I ask for leave? Is it a personal matter or a business matter?"

Dean Jia thought for a while, "Go and talk to the Human Resources Department, just say that I am out on business. Who will be in charge of the outpatient clinic tomorrow?"

"Ah, Dr. Chu Sisi and Dr. Liu Dandan will be in charge of the outpatient clinic of the Department of Psychosomatic Medicine. I don't have any patients scheduled on Saturday, but I have several on Monday." Mu Chun explained.

Dean Jia smiled secretly, several patients? He said it out loud, when has there been several patients in the Department of Psychosomatic Medicine in one day?

He didn't expose Mu Chun, and Dean Jia stood up. Anyway, if he stayed longer, Mu Chun wouldn't tell him more. In this regard, Dean Jia is quite confident in Mu Chun's professionalism. He will not say a word when he doesn't want to. For a psychiatrist, this is a professionalism issue. For Dean Jia, it does feel like a difficult team to lead.

What does the dean see in Mu Chun?

Deputy Dean Jia put his hands behind his back and walked out in boredom.

Mu Chun quickly stood up and said behind Dean Jia: "Dean, goodbye."

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 seems to be a bit troublesome? But hasn't such trouble happened before?

The thing mentioned in the file bag is that a patient in the fifth prison area of ​​Fengchuan First Prison has been sloppy and confused in speech for nearly a month. He often cannot participate in exercise and complete daily homework. What is most troublesome for the police is that this man named Pan Guangshen has also started to eat randomly.

In the materials, two full lines of text listed the things that Pan Guangshen ate other than normal food, including paper, pen refills, rags from the mop, fibers from the broom, hair in the trash can, cotton, torn sheets, prison uniforms, water spit out after brushing teeth, vomit, and even his own excrement, including urine and stool~

The request for assistance came from Fengchuan First Prison, and the materials repeatedly stated that time was urgent.

Mu Chun put his hands behind his head and began to think about this matter. What did the prison want him to do?

Help diagnose whether the prisoner has a mental disorder?

If it was just this, it would be his duty. The patients within the high walls were naturally patients, but... Such a thing had never been encountered before. Two weeks after the New Year was the [Mental Health Annual Conference]. Mu Chun had heard that the judicial system was preparing to develop some specialized courses to train a group of police officers with professional knowledge of psychosomatic medicine. Professor Chu seemed to have received an invitation to develop courses.

How did he find Huayuanqiao Hospital?

Mu Chun thought, I'm afraid I have to ask Professor Chu to know.

Seeing that 4:30 was approaching, Mu Chun sorted out the recent cases and also looked at the case notes and study notes made by Chu Sisi. It seemed that Chu Sisi, who was determined to become a doctor, was really becoming more and more diligent.

In fact, Chu Sisi could study the curriculum development of the judicial system and such assistance requests. After all, she was also an excellent student born in a law major.

Mu Chun carefully corrected some mistakes in Chu Sisi's notes and answered the questions she left in her notes.

This method reminded him of the time when he and Mu Xiao revised notes together in college. Time flies. When he forgot, he was like an overworked student on duty, wiping the blackboard without any trace, and when he remembered, it was like candy stuck on candy paper, melting together.

After finishing all this, it was almost 5 o'clock. Mu Chun called Professor Chu and said that he wanted to go to his place in the evening to sit and borrow a few books.

Professor Chu was very happy and invited Mu Chun to his house for dinner.

Mu Chun agreed.

When he came out of the subway, it was completely dark, and there was still some light rain in the air.

Mu Chun wrapped his coat tightly, thinking that it was a good thing that there was no wind at this time. If there was a gust of cold wind, it would really make a good person depressed.

It is said that it is impossible to survive the winter without falling in love. This saying is very popular among young people. It is mostly used when chasing lovers. It has been a long time since ancient times to use seasons to make a fuss.

Wind, flowers, snow, and moon can all be metaphors for love. The cold wind will naturally make people think that it will be easier to get through the winter with a partner.

Knocking on the old wooden door of Professor Chu's house, Professor Chu opened the door in an apron and holding a shovel. Mu Chun was a little surprised. It was not the first time he saw Professor Chu dressed like this, but it was really many years since he had seen him. Suddenly seeing Professor Chu dressed like this at home, Mu Chun stood outside the door in a daze, not knowing whether to laugh or sigh.

The time spent studying passed quickly. After the college entrance examination, I held the admission notice from the medical school. I couldn't imagine how I would spend the long 7 years. Then I thought about the next few years, 10 to 11 years.

When I entered the freshman year, I counted the days and always hoped that time would pass faster. When others were dating, medical students were memorizing.

When others were studying for TOEFL and IELTS to prepare for studying abroad for graduate studies, medical students were discussing the philosophy of life with mice.

Are brain and consciousness the same thing?

Are brain and IQ the same thing?

Does loving someone mean loving someone with the brain or loving someone with the heart?

The white mouse always knows nothing, and the frog and the onion will not tell you the answer.

It is true that the medical school exam is not much easier than the college entrance examination.

It really takes a little talent to study medicine, 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, more things to remember and recite, and a lot of things to calculate and count.

Mu Chun is considered to be talented, Professor Chu did say so. It is hard to imagine that a professor of psychosomatic medicine always talks about talent. It is really not enough spiritual chicken soup.

"Don't stand at the door, come in quickly." Chu Xiaofeng said as he ran back to the kitchen.

Mu Chun 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 shouting: "Wash your hands before entering the door, are you still a doctor?"

Me!

Mu Chun looked helpless. Being complained by his own professional professor that he is not a doctor, is this okay?

Such complaints 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. They were sent by Mu Xiao." Professor Chu said while frying vegetables.

"Mu Xiao? Has she been here?" Mu Chun asked.

"No, she just sent me some oranges and then left. This girl is busy all day long. I said that 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 burst of embarrassed coughing.

"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 came out with a plate of fried tomato and eggs.

He tidied the table casually and placed the fried tomato and eggs in the middle of a small round table.

Next to the plate of fried tomato and eggs were scattered notes and numbers. Mu Chun saw a good book on the table while coughing.

"The Disturbance of the Soul?" Mu Chun muttered to himself.

Professor Chu put on his reading glasses hanging around his neck and took a look. "Well, yes, Professor Dewey's The Disturbance of the Soul. I finally found a publisher to introduce this book to China. You see, it's a very niche book, but I think it's Professor Dewey's best book, very suitable for - Mu Xiao."

After Professor Chu finished speaking, a mysterious smile hung on his lips, and with this smile he went into the kitchen again.

"I remember I read the English version of this book, but I found it from the school library to the Raohai City Library. I finally found it, but it showed that it was borrowed. Then I waited for nearly half a month, and almost every two days I had to check whether the book had been returned on the online system. There was only one copy in the entire Raohai City Library, which was harder to find than those novels by Spanish novelists." Mu Chun recalled.

"Really? It's probably because you didn't ask Mu Xiao to borrow it for you, so there would be no books that she couldn't find. Her ability to find books really makes me, an old bookworm, admire her." Chu Xiaofeng chuckled.

"That's true. She was called a patient with lead type poisoning back then. She read, read, and read every day. I've 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 one?" Chu Xiaofeng stuck out half of his head. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly shouted, "Oh no, oh no, I was so busy talking to you that I forgot whether I had put sugar in it. I put it again."

"What dish did you put it in again?" Mu Chun ran into the kitchen holding a book.

Before I saw what dish was in the pot, I felt a burning smell coming over me. Mu Chun frowned and said, "Teacher, are you cooking sweet and sour pork ribs? It must be served immediately."

"Ah?" Professor Chu was a little confused.

"Let me do it."

Mu Chun took the spatula from Professor Chu, stuffed the book into the professor's arms, then rushed to the stove, turned off the gas, and shook the pot twice with the residual heat in the pot

"Look, I forgot that Mu Chun is a cooking expert. Why am I still showing off in front of you? You used to cook for me." Chu Xiaofeng smiled and put on the reading glasses he had just taken off, squinting his eyes and started reading.

"No, teacher, don't read in the kitchen. I won't be in the mood to cook. If you want to eat delicious food, don't read 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 is going to stir-fry another vegetable, which should be broccoli and carrots.

This is three dishes.

Very good, three dishes, two grown men, it should be barely enough

"There is also a broccoli and 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 fried them yesterday." Professor Chu said, tucked the book under his arm, opened the refrigerator, took out a small bowl of meat slices and handed it to Mu Chun.

About ten minutes later, the two sat at the table and prepared to eat.

"In the past, Mu Xiao liked to sit in my position the most, because you can see the bookshelves on three walls. You still remember where you always sit, so you didn't sit wrong." Chu Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth with ill intentions.

Mu Chun picked up a mouthful of rice, picked up a chopstick of tomato scrambled eggs for himself, and ate them together.

He didn't know how to answer Professor Chu's question, so he just decided to eat. 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 where else could he sit? Of course, the only remaining chair.

He remembered where he sat before.

Mu Chun didn't understand Professor Chu's thoughts, but what could he say? It seemed that the love was right in front of him, within reach, but it was like reaching out to grab the clouds in the sky, and no matter how hard he tried, it seemed that he couldn't catch them.

Are you afraid to start because you are afraid of failure?

Maybe it's just that simple.

Mu Chun didn't really want to know Mu Xiao's mood. Thinking of this, Mu Chun sighed in his heart.

Ah, salty!

A mouthful of rice with tomato scrambled eggs is so salty when it goes into your mouth!

Mu Chun was surprised to see Professor Chu eating rice and vegetables one mouthful at a time, and he didn't feel salty at all, and couldn't help frowning.

Hesitating whether to ask, he thought for a few seconds but still didn't say it.

Muchun picked up another piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, which tasted terribly salty.

The professor just said that sugar might have been added twice. Could it be that the sugar and salt were mixed up?

It seemed that only the broccoli was edible among the two dishes. Although Muchun never liked to eat strong-flavored food, he didn't put much salt in the broccoli, but he still put a little more salt than when he cooked. He thought this flavor should be suitable for the taste habits of ordinary people.

Who knew that the professor took a bite of the carrot in the broccoli and frowned, "Mu Chun, your cooking skills have regressed. How come there is no salt in this dish?"

"I" Mu Chun's eyes suddenly felt hot. He quietly lowered his head and blinked, then turned his back and sneezed, "Oh, sorry, I caught a cold and couldn't taste it. Maybe I didn't put enough salt."

Professor Chu nodded kindly, "So that's the case. I thought Dr. Mu Chun had encountered some troubles. I see that you have been involved in a lot of social news recently. I'm afraid you are afraid of being famous. Do you have more things outside of work than usual?"

While asking questions, Chu Xiaofeng put some cool sweet and sour pork ribs into Mu Chun's bowl.

"You like sweet and sour pork ribs the most. No, it should be said that people around the sea like sweet and sour pork ribs." After saying that, he laughed again.

Looking at Chu Xiaofeng's usual optimism and cheerfulness, Mu Chun felt really bad.

Turning around, he sneezed again, sniffed twice, picked up the bowl and ate two pieces of pork ribs and half a bowl of rice in one breath.

"I did encounter some things recently, but it's good that it didn't affect my work. There aren't many more patients at the Garden Bridge. This is what gives me a headache." Mu Chun pretended to be pitiful, which made Chu Xiaofeng laugh again.

"It's not easy to live without bonuses. I understand. I remember telling you in college that if you work as a psychosomatic doctor, you must be prepared to be poor. After all, it's not a job that's close to money. It's definitely not the same as those banks and biopharmaceutical companies." Chu Xiaofeng finished speaking, picked up a tomato with chopsticks and put it in the bowl, and finished the last bite of rice.

"Well, the doctor's declaration never said that the doctor's profession is a money-making profession. Aren't there still many young people actively engaged in the medical field? We all have a heart to save the dying and protect humanity." Mu Chun said from the bottom of his heart.

"But psychosomatic medicine is more difficult, otherwise why didn't the talented kids back then become psychosomatic doctors? Our major was suspended for two years, but now it's good. We feel that society needs it and we are starting to strengthen mental health construction in various fields. The tasks come as they come, and I don't think I can sit idle." Professor Chu shook his head, looking very happy.

Mu Chun took the opportunity to ask, "Teacher, do you feel tired? I mean, there are a lot of people who ask you for help recently, such as community education, judicial system, or basic education system. Are there people who come to our most authoritative Professor Chu?"

Chu Xiaofeng smiled and shook his head, "Ah, let's not talk about it. I'm not able to do everything. Also, the main reason is that there are not enough talents. Fortunately, Mu Xiao is back, and Zhang Wenwen is halfway through his apprenticeship. After all, he has learned a lot of skills from several neurology professors in North America, but that kid is not very reliable."

"I think he is quite reliable, much more reliable than me. I have been said to be unreliable in various ways." Mu Chun said self-deprecatingly.

In Muchun's opinion, 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 psychosomatic diseases, there are too many places where cooperation with neurosurgeons is needed. Identifying whether there is neuropathy is also a very important part of the work of psychosomatic doctors. This is also a link in which Liu Dandan is relatively advantageous, and even if Chu Sisi successfully changes her major, it is still difficult to catch up with Liu Dandan in this regard.

Liu Dandan is a clinical medicine graduate, and the accumulation of medical school is really a lifetime accumulation.

Zhang Wenwen is more likely to achieve success in the field of psychosomatic diseases. His deep accumulation of medical profession and rich clinical experience, coupled with his diligent and studious spirit of studying without shame, are all very valuable.

The only thing that worries Muchun is the operation that Zhang Wenwen will participate in this time in Southeast Asia. This type of operation has always been on the edge of the law. For a doctor, it is crucial to avoid legal risks.