Chapter 452 If People Don’t Care About Children

Muchun looked confused, "If you call me back, can I still go in?"

Chu Sisi looked at Muchun sadly, "Teacher, Dean Jia is already here, otherwise you don't want to go in."

Mu Chun really couldn't laugh or cry. Could it be that Liu Tiantian and Chu Sisi's logic was that Liu Dandan had a conflict with a patient in the Department of Psychosomatics, and Mu Chun, as the director of the Department of Psychosomatics, could still ignore it? If Muchun didn't care, he could pretend to be confused, as if this matter had nothing to do with him?

Mu Chun knocked on the door and walked into the mind-body clinic. He saw Liu sitting on a chair with a faint blush, but the chair where Mu Chun had been sitting was obviously not stable.

Opposite Liu Dandan was a woman in her thirties. Next to the woman was a little girl. The girl's face was all stained with gray fingerprints. She was sobbing and wiping her face with her hands.

The girl's eyes were dull, but she was very beautiful. She stood next to the treadmill and cried non-stop.

After the woman scolded Liu Dandan, she scolded the little girl. Her level of scolding and reasoning seemed to reach the level of a graduate student in this major.

Muchun passed by the woman and walked to Liu Dandan's side. Liu Dandan had an angry look on his face, his breathing was tense, and he looked like he was holding back a belly filled with anger.

"Dandan, you go next door to have a rest first, I'll do it." Muchun took Liu Dandan's arm, but Liu Dandan suddenly shook it off.

"Dan Dan, you go out for a breather first and leave it to me." Muchun said again.

"I don't want it, I won't leave." Liu Dandan shook his shoulders stubbornly and knocked Muchun's hand away.

Muchun raised his head and signaled to Chu Sisi who was outside the door. Chu Sisi came in and said lightly to Liu, "Come out first. It's okay if the teacher is here. Come on, let's go."

Chu Sisi called out several times, and the woman sneered at the side: "Don't meddle in other people's business if you don't have the skills. At a young age, I thought that after studying for a few days, I have to take care of everything. I'm a little devil, no matter how big or small, I don't mess around in society." Let’s go, I don’t know the importance of what I’m talking about, I can’t understand clearly.”

The woman didn't care what Muchun and Chu Sisi were saying to Liu Dandan. She was like turning on the faucet but not being able to turn it off. She kept giving endless lectures and swear words.

Muchun determined that the female patient had entered a state of cerebral cortex excitement at that time, with hypomania and profanity.

She may not be able to listen to anything you say to her at this time, and what she says is immersed in her own world.

Liu Dandan told Mu Chun the whole story in the corridor. The patient's name was Fang Jia, and she actually brought her daughter to see the doctor. The daughter is 4 years old this year. She doesn't speak and can only make weird noises like "um". He said that he had felt something was wrong since last year, but no one at home had paid attention to it. I heard somewhere that the psychosomatic department had methods to treat difficult problems, so I came here. He was also told that there was no need to queue up for treatment in the psychosomatic department.

The more Mu Chun listened, the more puzzled he became. He thought to himself, what kind of rumors are these?

Liu Dandan trembled and said a few more words, saying that this mother was simply not a human being, smelling of alcohol, and maybe even taking drugs.

Hearing the word "drug taking", Muchun frowned and squeezed his right hand tightly.

"Dan Dan, are you taking drugs or drinking too much?" Mu Chun tried to confirm with Liu Dan Dan again.

Liu Dandan looked very anxious, shook his head, and said apologetically: "I have no evidence, it's just speculation, it's all speculation, and the child obviously needs good treatment. The child's problem is very serious."

Muchun roughly understood what was going on. According to Liu Dandan's narration, what happened today was that this woman named Fang Jia brought her daughter to see a doctor. Then she smelled of alcohol or had an irresponsible attitude towards the child, which made Liu Dandan very unhappy. , and finally got a little out of control.

As for why Liu Dandan lost control of his emotions, Muchun had no clue yet, so he asked Chu Sisi to take Liu Dandan to the outpatient clinic opposite to rest. He also asked Liu Tiantian to pay more attention to the family members downstairs. If Dean Jia came to see Liu Dandan Explain the situation, saying that Muchun has returned, and will go to the dean's office to explain the whole matter soon.

Liu Tiantian nodded, and his energy as if the Avengers were going to fight Thanos really made Mu Chun suddenly feel a little more powerful.

Liu Tiantian encouraged Muchun, "It's okay. I've seen this kind of scene in both internal medicine and surgery. Don't be afraid. This woman has a problem. Dean Jia doesn't listen to the patient in everything, and he's not stupid either."

After speaking, he patted Muchun on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards the corridor.

Muchun walked back to the clinic and looked at the girl beside him. After everyone left, Fang Jia started scolding the girl without anyone scolding her. The girl was surprised. When Fang Jia scolded her, she just stared blankly. Fang Jia was somewhere around him, grinning stupidly for a while, and making weird sounds like um and ah.

Unable to focus his eyes, unable to understand adults' words, confused emotions, unable to speak, and various symptoms, Mu Chun's heart twitched, and he suddenly felt a cold sting. Could this girl be [autistic]?

"Who are you?" Fang Jia asked in a raised voice.

"I'm Mu Chun, a doctor from the Department of Psychosomatics - Mu Chun. Your daughter needs to wash her face. It's windy outside and the north wind may hurt her face."

When Muchun said this, he looked at the little girl instead of Fang Jia.

Fang Jia suddenly felt a little surprised, and her mouth that kept scolding people was slightly knotted.

But soon, Fang Jia cleared her throat and became as lively as before. Her right hand was placed on the table very comfortably, her right leg was stacked on her left leg, and she wore red high heels and skin-colored stockings, which made people tremble just by looking at them.

Aren't you cold in this outfit?

Muchun, who had not yet changed into his white coat, stood up and walked to the coffee machine. He turned to Fang Jia and asked, "Do you want coffee?"

Fang Jia leaned sideways on the table. Her waist-length hair was black with dark green in it. She didn't look particularly neat or healthy. She didn't know whether it was due to dyeing or malnutrition. The ends of her hair looked as dry as dead leaves. What to be angry about.

Fang Jia gave Mu Chun the same feeling. She was not very old, and she had put a lot of thought into her dressing up. She wore a golden-pink sweater dress with bright red high-heeled shoes, and her coat was a white imitation mink coat. She looked very puffy and furry. Yes, but it still doesn't feel warm.

Like Xu Dan, Fang Jia doesn't like to use scarves, and also likes to completely expose her collarbone and neck.

It’s really easy to catch a cold if you wear it like this.

Looking at Fang Jia's eyes again, there was a hint of exhaustion in her uneasiness, and her lips were slightly scarred by inflammation. It looked like they were fresh, but the thick powder still couldn't completely cover the blemishes.

There are still some sporadic spots on her face, and her cheeks are slightly bluish near her ears.

Even though she was wearing makeup, it still left a lot of traces.

The glittering eye shadow and thick eyelashes did not bring any vitality to this face. Instead, it looked more like two dry fruits hanging forcibly on a tree in late winter.

Judging from the appearance and the feeling Fang Jia gave to Muchun, Liu Dandan's feeling was quite consistent with Muchun's feeling. Fang Jia's face looked like a decorated and distorted face.

Seeing that Fang Jia didn't answer, Muchun asked again, "Want coffee?"

Fang Jia shook her hair uneasily, "Okay, have a drink, I'm thirsty too."

"Is it appropriate for us to talk in front of the children?" Mu Chun asked as he handed the coffee to Fang Jia.

"She?" Fang Jia raised her eyebrows and raised the corners of her mouth. "She can understand a p."

"Okay, let's talk like this." Muchun put on his white coat and returned to his seat.

"Doctor, is my child sick?" Fang Jia pointed at the little girl and asked.

"What are you talking about?" Muchun looked at the computer screen and typed on the keyboard, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Everything is fine. Are you sick?" Fang Jia asked in a loud voice.

"I don't know." Mu Chun replied neatly.

"I don't know. You are going to write a report for me today. Just say that this child is sick, that she is an idiot or has a low IQ, or that she has polio. Are there any other children's problems? She is mute? But she can shout and howl. , is it considered mute?" Fang Jia looked at Mu Chun with eager eyes.

"I saw two people who looked very similar to you downstairs. They are said to be your family members?" Muchun asked.

"It's my brother, probably my third and fourth brothers." Fang Jia shook her hair again, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

Muchun continued typing on the keyboard, his eyes never leaving the screen since just now.

"Your family members seem to be very dissatisfied with our doctors, saying that our doctors are meddling in other people's business. Who knows what they are meddling in?" Mu Chun asked.

"Oh, are you talking about that little pup Doctor Liu just now?" Fang Jia rolled her eyes and complained: "Yes, I asked him to treat this girl, but he insisted that I was sick. Do you think it was him? ?”

Muchun nodded, "Then what?"

Fingers slide quickly across the keyboard.

Fang Jia didn't care that Muchun wasn't looking at her. She wasn't looking at Mu Chun anyway. Fang Jia's eyes were wandering everywhere among the three people in the room, and she felt that she had looked at them several times; the little girl's Her eyes were focused and dull, but it was impossible to tell whether she was looking anywhere in the room; Muchun's eyes were always on the screen and never left for a second.

"Then I felt bad. Isn't this a waste of my time? How can there be such a doctor? What's more, a psychosomatic doctor will pay more attention to the patient's life. Why do I want you to pay attention to my life? Who told you to meddle in other people's business? The little virgin doesn’t know anything, he’s a loser.”

As soon as Fang Jia finished speaking, he added without even breathing, "Just being smart and self-righteous."

"What did he say?" Muchun asked.

Fang Jia twisted her body, as if sitting like this made her uncomfortable, and was about to continue complaining when the little girl let out a piercing scream.

"Ah~~~~~~~"

Muchun immediately turned his head and looked at the little girl. Although the little girl's screams were harsh and terrifying, her expression was smiling.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with the indifferent judgment. The girl does have an obvious condition, but why doesn't this mother feel it at all?

Muchun looked at Fang Jia. Fang Jia looked down at the dazzling rhinestones on her fingernails, without any intention of turning around to look at the little girl.

"Look, she's just like that, just like an animal. I think she inherited her father's mental illness." After speaking, Fang Jia patted her chest and burped.

After covering her mouth for a while, Fang Jia put her hand down, picked up the cup and took a few sips of coffee.

"Well, this situation is a bit complicated. I don't know whether this kind of certificate can be issued. Who told you that this kind of certificate can be issued here?"

After listening to Muchun's question, Fang Jia twisted her shoulders uneasily, looked around hesitantly, then pinched her purple nails and said, "I heard from my neighbor that there is someone in our old house." He said that the mind-body department at Huayuanqiao can solve a lot of problems, so I came here.”

The old houses that Fang Jia mentioned refer to the area west of Hengyuan Road. Huayuan Bridge is located in the center of Raohai City. It has always been a downtown area, so there are many residential areas built in the last century. Later, many new buildings and business centers were built east of Hengyuan Road. The current Huayuan Bridge community can be said to be half very modern and half very old.

Two cultures and two groups of people are concentrated in this community. In addition, the Huayuan Bridge community is a large community spanning several roads, and many residents around it take Huayuan Bridge as their living center, so the actual Huayuan Bridge is wider than the administrative division.

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West of Hengyuan Road, in Raohai, it is called the old city. The buildings are mainly brick and wood structures. One part was built in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the other part was built in the 1940s and 1950s. After going west to Henghua Road, the building became an old public housing in the 1980s. After several external wall washes, the earliest wall color can no longer be seen.

Decades ago, the most densely populated area in Raohai City was Huayuan Bridge, where there was the Third Steel Plant, Raohai Waterworks, and time-honored restaurants. The century-old stores were well-deserved.

People came to Huayuan Bridge to buy New Year's goods during festivals. On New Year's Eve, the fireworks and firecrackers set off by the residents of Huayuan Bridge could turn the small road into a long red carpet.

The memories of the old city of Raohai are almost all concentrated in Huayuan Bridge.

Time flies, and over the past 20 years, Huayuan Bridge has been demolished and rebuilt, becoming a brand new CBD. There are more and more high-end communities, and across Hengyuan Road, the most obvious rich-poor gap has gradually formed.

Where there is a gap, there will be discrimination. There is regional discrimination between provinces and cities, and regional discrimination in Raohai City is not uncommon. Speaking of it, there are still people in the old city who live without independent toilets and need to empty the toilet. Children in other high-end communities or international communities can hardly speak Raohai local dialect. They speak Spanish and English with occasional French.

Zhou Ming came from the other side of Hengyuan Road. Zhou Ming's father Zhou Ping lived with his son in a small brick-and-wood structure in the old city. The sanitary conditions were not ideal and the living environment was barely acceptable.

Fang Jia also lived in that area. Her brothers, like Zhou Ping, also lived in old houses in the Hengyuan Road area. Some of them were doing small businesses, and some were doing some not-so-serious business.

Fang Jia was still waiting for Mu Chun to answer whether she could issue a certificate, and one of her brothers had already rushed up.