Chapter 462: Let Me Read Six Books a Month?

"I wrote six books for Brother Zhang, which should take a month to read." Mu Chun put his pen back into his jacket pocket and handed the notebook to Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai shook his head and laughed awkwardly, "One month? Six books? I couldn't read six books in a month when I was in the third year of high school. I couldn't even finish six novels."

Mu Chun looked at the traffic light in front of him blankly, and saw an old man supporting his partner walking slowly on the sidewalk. It looked like the combined age of the two was 180 years old. Mu Chun thought it was great to be able to rely on each other until this age.

"Doctor Mu Chun." Zhang Hai saw Mu Chun was stunned and called again. "Are you a little tired? What I said just now"

"Well, you don't have to finish it in a month, just read two books in a month."

Mu Chun quickly changed his words.

"Two books in a month is not enough." There was a red light in front, and Zhang Hai opened the notebook and took a look.

"Intelligence Analysis: Structured Analysis Method"

"Intelligence Analysis: Target-centered Method"

"Silent War"

"Introduction to Intelligence Research and Analysis"

"Psychology of Intelligence Analysis"

"Intuition"

"Do you want to read all these books?" Zhang Hai asked.

"Well, these books can help us understand the cognitive psychological problems of humans in judging incomplete or ambiguous information, and how some inevitable problems affect analysis, and how we should effectively overcome these influences.

For example, why do people not see what they should see?

How do people remember what they already know?

How to correctly judge incomplete or ambiguous information?

How to perform structural analysis of problems?

And the most important part is how human cognitive biases are formed? What cognitive biases are common to humans, how to make effective assumptions and inferences about a thing, and how to use falsification methods to help us find the correct answer.

And"

Zhang Hai was a little confused, but after trying hard to listen, he made a decision. In short, these books are good things, read them!

Mu Chun was still talking, and the phone in his pocket was vibrating. Zhang Hai was also a little disappointed. Although he didn't understand it very well, he didn't know why he just felt that it sounded interesting, as if he hadn't been as curious about knowledge as he was now for a long time.

Zhang Hai suddenly felt that if Mu Chun didn't become a doctor, he would be a very good teacher.

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The call was from Zhang Wenwen. Mu Chun pressed the answer button and politely asked Zhang Wenwen if there was anything urgent. If not, he would call him back when he got to the hospital.

After hanging up the phone, Huayuanqiao Hospital also arrived. Mu Chun thanked Zhang Hai for sending him back. Zhang Hai said, "It's a small matter, it's my duty, I should also thank Teacher Mu Chun for his notes."

Without continuing to be polite, Mu Chun waved and opened the car door. A gust of north wind blew across his face, bringing the unique coldness and dampness of winter around the sea.

It was a very cold day. Mu Chun opened the transparent windshield and went into the outpatient hall.

Liu Tiantian came over, "Doctor Mu, there is a patient."

"Patient?" Mu Chun asked.

Following Liu Tiantian's gaze, there was indeed a familiar figure standing at the registration entrance.

"Is it Teacher Hu Peng?" Mu Chun said to herself.

"Well, is he your patient? I know him." Liu Tiantian blew on her hands proudly, her eyes lively and confident.

Does this mean that she remembers what all the patients in the Department of Psychosomatic Medicine look like?

Either Liu Tiantian's ability to recognize faces is too strong, or there have been only a few patients in the Department of Psychosomatic Medicine in the past six months, so this cute little nurse knows them all?

"Well, he is my patient, but he may not be looking for me." After saying that, Mu Chun quietly walked towards the stairs by the nurse's station to avoid the queue for registration.

"Doctor Mu, just right, you are here, I just heard the nurse say you are not in the hospital."

Mu Chun was about to step on the stairs when he heard Hu Peng shouting behind him.

Mu Chun stopped when he heard the voice, turned around and smiled at Hu Peng: "Teacher Hu, are you here for a cold or a cough?"

Hu Peng jumped to Mu Chun's side, "Actually, I just want to chat with you. Who knew that it was almost three o'clock and there were still so many people queuing up to register!"

Mu Chun glanced at the line and said to Hu Peng: "Old people, come to get medicine after taking a nap. It's the New Year. Old people have the habit of hoarding medicine. Look, Teacher Hu Peng is the only young man."

After hearing what Mu Chun said, Hu Peng turned his head awkwardly and looked at the outpatient hall, "Indeed, they are all old people, why do they want to hoard medicine?"

"Because it's the New Year, it's almost the New Year. Medical insurance has restrictions on prescribing medicine. It's impossible to prescribe a lot of medicine in one day. Many old people are medicine bottles. They worry about their medicine every day. What should I do if they run out of medicine? So compared to the sudden loss of firewood, rice, oil and salt at home, the most terrible thing is that the medicine is gone." Mu Chun explained while walking towards the fifth floor.

"What kind of patients are there?" Hu Peng shook his head and followed Mu Chun closely.

"It's mainly cardiovascular disease and asthma. These two types of patients need to carry medicine with them, especially in winter, which is the season with the highest incidence of cardiovascular disease. Add to that the occasional smog, and asthma patients are also very uncomfortable." Mu Chun replied.

"So, does smog really have an impact on the respiratory tract? I'm used to wearing a mask anyway."

Before Hu Peng finished speaking, he found that Mu Chun turned his face and stared at his eyes.

This look～～～～Hu Peng hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, it's not what the doctor imagined. I'm not worried about the door not being closed properly, nor am I worried about someone breaking into my room. These problems have been cured, they are fine."

"Is it because of the prejudice of your colleagues and parents at school?" Mu Chun asked casually.

"No, since I have adjusted my mentality of [Let him be strong and the breeze blow over the hills, let him hate and the moon shine on the river], I don't worry about these things anymore. After a month, no one has pointed fingers at me. Anyway, I don't care."

Hu Peng answered confidently.

The two walked into the outpatient department. Mu Chun asked Hu Peng if he wanted coffee. Hu Peng then remembered, "Ah, Doctor Mu Chun, I haven't registered yet. I was so excited to see you that I forgot that I was still queuing for registration."

Mu Chun's hand holding the paper cup suddenly stopped, because the stomach discomfort caused by motion sickness seemed not to have healed yet. Even when he arrived at the office, he still seemed to want to vomit.

"Ah? Didn't register? This." Mu Chun scratched his head and said.

"Well, I forgot. How about I go down and make up one?" After saying that, Hu Peng sat down on the chair.