"I have read all of Professor Chu's books. His teaching is mainly to add unconditional care to patients, and then listen to their thoughts, analyze the hidden things in their narratives that they have not noticed, find the source of pain, and resolve them. , and then communicate with them slowly, gradually melt the frozen heart, and gradually heal.”

"Wow, it sounds very warm. Professor Chu must be a warm man."

Chu Sisi glared at Liu Tiantian. Liu Tiantian felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he went downstairs with a soda water bottle.

"Teacher, will Lin Xiaogang and his mother reconcile in the future? Will he faint like this on purpose?"

Mu Chun shook his head, expressionless.

"You don't know either?"

"I'm not a fairy, and I'm not the roundworm in their stomachs, okay?"

"But I think you just know, how the **** do you know."

Maybe.

Maybe Mu Chun really knows, he doesn't know where his knowledge comes from, he sometimes wants to find out, but it's like a mosquito bites and flies away immediately, this feeling is fleeting, and then he Put in the work that goes round and round.

The work of a psychiatrist.

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A psychiatrist begins his day with seven ice cubes in a glass.

"Doctor, they say I'm bewitched."

The man was unkempt, as if he hadn't gone out for several months, his skin was as white as paper, but his nails were long and dirty.

"Doctor, am I really bewitched? I finally went out to see a doctor today. I mustered up the courage to see a doctor."

Mu Chun sat on the chair, neither lay down nor leaned on, but listened carefully to the person in front of him repeating the story of his bewitching, 21 times.

From the moment he entered the clinic to the time when the ice in Mu Chun's cup completely melted, the man said the same thing 21 times.

"Bewitched."

After 21 times, Mu Chun said two words, "Bewitched."

The man nodded, "That's what my wife said. Later we divorced, and she said I was bewitched."

"You're 31 years old, when did this happen?"

"It's been more than two years, and I don't know how it happened."

The man blinked, and Chu Sisi carefully watched his every movement. He seemed to be no different from ordinary people, but he was a little different from normal people when he observed carefully.

He looked a little nervous. Since sitting on the chair, his body hadn't moved, and the range of movement on the chair was less than half a centimeter.

How uncomfortable is it to sit like this?

"You don't even cut your nails?"

"Well, you can't cut it."

"Let the nurse cut it for you."

Mu Chun blinked at Chu Sisi, and Chu Sisi walked towards the patient with nail clippers.

"Left hand first." Chu Sisi said.

"Ah, do hospitals still cut nails for patients?"

"Our Dr. Chu likes to cut the nails of patients, just like you like to keep your nails. People will have such an extreme attitude towards nails."

"What? Is there?"

Mu Chun nodded firmly, "Yes, the doctor said yes, of course there is. Why should I lie to you?"

Chu Sisi grabbed the patient's hand, and seeing that the nail clippers were about to cut off, the patient suddenly withdrew his hand.

"No, I don't want it, I won't cut it."

"Can I still see a doctor tomorrow? The physical and mental diseases need frequent follow-up visits."

Mu Chun quickly recorded on the computer, while the patient stared at a piece of desktop in front of him, without looking away.

He is like a robot, yes, Chu Sisi thinks this description is more appropriate, he is like a robot, and it is a robot with relatively low-level programming.

"My wife and I divorced because I was bewitched. Their whole family thought I was bewitched. I was about to be promoted. Suddenly one day, I thought I couldn't wash my hair, cut my nails, or even take a shower. .”

"So you haven't showered in over two years?"

Mu Chun didn't look at the man, but just stared at her screen and asked questions.

The man didn't look at Mu Chun either, but just stared at a small piece of desktop in front of him to answer questions.

It seemed that only when he looked at the table like this, could the man answer Mu Chun's question.

"Two years and 21 days, I only go out on 21 days or a multiple of 21 days."

"So the next follow-up meeting will be in seven days?"

"Yes, I haven't looked at the calendar for more than two years. I use 7 days and 21 days to calculate the time."

"What about 14 days?"

?The man suddenly raised his head, his face terrified, "It's not good for 14 days, it's unlucky."

"What's unlucky?"

The coffee changed from iced to room temperature, and Mu Chun didn't even take a sip.

"Unlucky, 14, 14 is unlucky."

The man answered cautiously, as if what he said would offend some god.

After speaking, there was another annoying silence.

The phoenix tree outside the window made a humbling sound, and the autumn wind was blowing the autumn sunshine. It had not rained for a week, not to mention not taking a bath for two years, Chu Sisi couldn't imagine not taking a bath for even a week.

"14 is unlucky, so I guess, 42 is also unlucky, and you can't go out for follow-up visits on 42."

"yes."

A man's voice, thin and thin.

"Why can't the nails be cut? Did it offend something? A ghost? A monster? Or someone who died?"

The man looked at Mu Chun's eyes and suddenly a ray of light appeared from the chaos. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The light was fleeting, and soon dimmed again.

When Mu Chun didn't speak, he closed his lips tightly, with a serious look on his face.

It was the first time Chu Sisi saw him so quiet.

On weekdays, even when I don't speak, I don't have such a deep sense of depression.

The atmosphere in the outpatient room also became tense and weird.

It's still autumn in September, but there's a sense of winter bleakness. The white walls are like the surface of a lake in Hokkaido in winter, revealing a bottomless silence.

The morning light was clearly warm, and the air conditioner was not turned on in the room, but with this man as the center, there was a burst of chill spreading around.

"42 is also unlucky."

Mu Chun repeated it, speaking very slowly, sounding intermittent.

"Yes, it's unlucky. I've never told anyone, but that's the feeling, something bad is going to happen, so I won't go out for 42 days."

"What about 49? It must not be safe, right?"

"49 is the scariest."

The man covered his mouth with his hands, lowered his head, and his bird's nest-like hair touched the table.

"49, you know, it's easy to guess."

"Well, 49 is someone who died for the seventh week, which is superstitious, but something that always sounds chilling in the back."

The man nodded vigorously, and a gleam of light flashed again in his gloomy eyes.

This time, Chu Sisi saw clearly that the light was not so much bright as it was that it just made his dull and dull eyes move slightly.

Some of this person's ideas seem somewhat familiar.