Crazy Psychologist

Early the next morning, when Mu Chun got up early for a run, the early spring sunshine had already filled every corner of the sea, and the air had become especially sweet.

Since the respiratory infectious diseases since winter have not completely left the city, meetings with more than 100 people cannot be held normally.

Due to public health and safety concerns, the Annual Mental Health Conference will be postponed for two weeks.

While running, Muchun felt the alternating cold and warm air, and also planned and sorted out the work for this year.

There were not many people running on the road. Muchun guessed that maybe it was because people were more willing to sleep in these days.

In fact, not many doctors like to sleep in. Mu Chun, who has developed the habit of getting up early since he was studying, rarely sleeps after 6:30.

On this day, there were also gardeners working in the green area outside the third neighborhood who got up as early as Muchun.

At six o'clock in the morning, they had climbed up the high escalator to prune the branches.

I would take a quick look at these branches every day when I passed by. Within a day or two, the sycamore tree that originally had only a few small branches suddenly had complete branches, even beyond the space allowed by the gardeners to grow. outside.

This is really growing vigorously.

The green area of ​​Sanjie Fang is particularly sunny. Among the sycamore trees planted at the same time, the yellow-green seeds in a row across the road have not yet fallen all over the ground. When the spring breeze blows, those seeds seem to be drilled into the eyes of passers-by on purpose. It can make people walking and riding bikes cry from the pain.

But the wind was very light at the moment, and even the leaves of the shrubs beside me were quiet, as if they were snoozing.

The yellow-green furry seeds fell to the ground, looking like a vibrant scene.

Spring is really here.

Muchun was a little happy, but also a little worried. He was happy that he finally got through the long winter with many patients, but in fact, for some patients, spring is a more difficult season.

Patients don't necessarily know this because winter is more depressing than anything else.

When the weather is gloomy and the mood is gloomy, I always want to hide in bed or stay at home. Sometimes I sleep all day long without feeling hungry. It seems that not drinking water or eating is no big deal.

This is the winter blues.

And in spring, this depressed mood will change unconsciously like branches that suddenly grow out in a day or two.

Located in the northern hemisphere, April to May is the season with the highest incidence of suicide. This seems a bit counterintuitive. It is obvious that people are more likely to be depressed in winter, and they are more likely to want to give up their lives in winter.

It seems so, but in fact suicide requires strength, and spring is when this strength gradually awakens and sprouts.

This is what psychosomatic doctors often worry about. When depression is at its most severe, the patient will lose mobility. He is like a turtle that can become part of the sofa without moving.

When the patient gradually recovers through medication or psychological adjustment, the patient's mobility will also increase. If he wants to commit suicide, he can lift the knife and have the strength to run to the rooftop.

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Worried about what happened, Xu Dan was already waiting for Mu Chun at the door of the clinic when he arrived at the clinic at eight o'clock.

Muchun subconsciously glanced back at the empty corridor, and then he was sure that this girl who looked pretty, fragile and somewhat mysterious was here to see him.

"Why is it so early?" Muchun asked.

Xu Dan smiled shyly. The girl who had put on spring clothes looked more petite than in winter.

"Then let's go in and have a chat." Mu Chun asked Xu Dan to come in, and he followed her less than one meter away. From this distance, Mu Chun could smell the familiar smell again.

The smell made Muchun feel dizzy, like drinking too much coffee or wine.

Xu Dan sat opposite Muchun and handed the medical insurance card to Muchun.

Muchun first took off her coat, then washed her hands, put on her white coat and washed her hands again, and finally picked up her medical insurance card and swiped it through the card reader.

This card is actually still hot.

Could it be that Xu Dan has been holding the card in his hand?

Soon Muchun completed the registration process, then he stood up from the chair, walked to the coffee machine, picked up the cup and asked: "Do you need coffee?"

Xu Dan nodded, "Okay."

"How are you doing lately? Are your sleep and health okay?" Muchun asked, holding a cup of coffee.

Xu Dan's eyes were bright, but they couldn't be said to be clear. When Mu Chun looked at her, her eyes would sometimes closely follow Mu Chun's, and other times they would deliberately dodge, like the moon. Deliberately pull the clouds to turn yourself into the shape of a sickle or an eyebrow.

"You dropped the lawsuit, which is a good thing, isn't it?" Muchun asked again.

Xu Dan nodded, then smiled gently.

She gently placed her hand on the table, only a textbook distance away from Muchun's hand.

'The flavor faded away again, or was diluted by the coffee. ’ Muchun thought.

Xu Dan looked at Mu Chun with unusual tenderness, and said, "I just feel sad for no reason right now. I often want to talk to the doctor, but I'm afraid of delaying your work. After all, I seem to be fine."

Xu Dan looked really sorry.

Muchun responded: "If you feel you need it, you can come here to see me. This is normal. By the way, you can register in the registration hall downstairs."

"I thought it would be more convenient for you to register here." Xu Dan said with some disappointment.

Muchun shook his head and said: "According to the hospital's regulations, patients must register in the outpatient hall and then go to various clinics for treatment. Although I can register patients here, it is not part of the regular registration process. Generally, it is for patients with limited mobility. For the elderly or some patients with memory problems, it would be more convenient for them to register directly with the doctor without having to run back and forth."

Xu Dan finally understood what Mu Chun meant, and his eyes were no longer crooked. Instead, it turned into a particularly intense sadness.

Tears seemed ready to fall from these eyes at any time.

Muchun was a little worried. He was waiting for Xu Dan to tell him what was in his heart. He was also waiting for Xu Dan to really want to get help.

If the patient does not really want to get help, even a psychosomatic doctor like Mu Chun will find it difficult to cure a patient through a wall of heart.

Even if Xu Dan’s suicide was fake and was a farce that involved police calls, police, surgeons, psychiatrists and a large number of media, what was the purpose behind it?

He Ping is naturally her goal, but looking at things now, He Ping is definitely not the whole goal. He is more like one of Xu Dan's goals.

What kind of secret is hidden behind Xu Dan?

"I want to talk about what happened when I was a child." Xu Dan hesitated, but finally said it.

"Okay, then let's talk about your childhood." Muchun said gently.

So Xu Dan told Muchun about her childhood experience, about her experience of being molested by her uncle.

"I think this incident may have a great impact on me. It makes it impossible for me to get along well with others. I feel that I am a girl with very low self-esteem in my heart." The tears hidden in Xu Dan's eyes finally disappeared. Unable to hold on, he fell down.

"This is not your fault, so why punish yourself?" Muchun asked.

Xu Dan shook his head vigorously and his breathing became a little difficult.

Muchun frowned, because the shaking of his head and the difficulty in breathing were too harmonious. It was as if they had agreed on a time in advance - I will appear on stage after you sing.

"I think it's because of this incident that I have never talked about it. I really feel that I will never be able to get rid of it in my life, right?" Xu Dan suddenly cried loudly.

A sudden and violent emotional reaction erupted from his little body.

Muchun quickly comforted him: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Let's talk slowly. Many childhood memories will feel painful when we look back on them when we grow up. The more we recall them, the more it will make us feel that our lives are in a desperate situation." , I feel powerless because we can’t change the past.”

Xu Dan seemed to understand Mu Chun's words, and then she nodded, and in an instant she seemed to become a particularly well-behaved girl next door.

Muchun stood up and wanted to add some hot water to the remaining coffee. When he was pouring water on the table near the window sill, he felt a petite body behind him hugging him tightly.

Before Muchun had time to react, the body suddenly let him go, followed by a series of "I'm sorry" and "Sorry".

Mu Chun pretended that nothing had happened, but the action of pouring water was slower than before. He added water to one third of the mouth of the cup, picked it up and took a sip, then put the water cup back on the table and poured it into the cup. Added some more water.

After everything was completed slowly, Muchun turned around, but his eyes still did not look at Xu Dan, but at the piano opposite and the lush green basket next to the piano.

Without waiting for Mu Chun's response, Xu Dan's apologetic voice that had just stopped sounded again, "I'm sorry, doctor, Doctor Mu, I didn't know what happened just now."

Xu Dan actually knew what she was doing, and Muchun's lack of reaction was tantamount to a humiliation for her.

But she can be patient, but she is just a man. No reaction at this time may be a better feedback.

Although he looked extremely calm on the surface, his eyes were still escaping.

This kind of escape is just a struggle.

Even a doctor, even a psychotherapist, is just a man, and as long as he is a man, he will always have weaknesses that can be found.

Xu Dan cheered up and continued to say sorry a few times. Then she retreated to her seat and sat quietly, occasionally sobbing.

After such a fuss, Muchun didn't understand what this girl was thinking.

Such a little girl is becoming more and more like a puzzle.

It was obvious that she came today to tell Muchun about being molested by her uncle in her childhood, but after she finished talking about it, why did she suddenly hug the doctor from behind?

Muchun thought it was better not to take the initiative to bring up what happened just now, and let Xu Dan continue what she wanted to do, give her the stage, and even put on the lights to find out what she was thinking.

Xu Dan didn't think so. Although she was a little disappointed, because she knew that the move she just made was also useful to He Ping.

How could it be useless to Muchun?

It's just that this Muchun seems a bit unworldly. Could it be that she made a mistake and needs to change her approach?

In this case, don't try two methods on the same day. It is always wise to leave before the other party understands the situation. What's more, if Mu Chun enters her control so easily, that adult It's too unfair.

Thinking of this, Xu Dan gently wiped away his tears, and then said to Muchun: "I'm really sorry, I didn't sleep well last night. I think I was a little confused just now."

"What time do you usually go to bed?" Muchun asked Xu Dan's sleeping situation calmly as if nothing had happened.

Xu Dan thought for a while and replied, "I get sleepy around eleven o'clock. If I don't sleep at that time, sometimes I can't fall asleep until three or four in the morning."

Muchun was typing on the keyboard while listening to Xu Dan's words.

"Is Dr. Mu writing my medical record?" Xu Dan leaned over to look at the computer monitor.

Mu Chun understood and turned the monitor directly in front of Xu Dan to make it easier for her to see.

"Eh? Dr. Muchun's records are so comprehensive. Is every patient recorded in this way?"

"This is right. It is impossible for doctors to remember every patient, although we all want to remember every patient; similarly, doctors cannot remember all the conditions of every patient, so detailed and accurate records It’s very important. I’m afraid that I will remember something wrong, especially in sleep, which is prone to recording errors. It’s better for me to write it down immediately.”

After Muchun finished speaking, Xu Dan slowly shook his head from side to side and asked, "Then what should I do in a situation like this?"

"Take some medicine, or do you like running? Badminton? Any sport is fine." Mu Chun said.

"Then you'd better take medicine, but as you know, I actually have a lot of medicines at home."

When Xu Dan said this, Muchun thought of Xu Dan's suicide live broadcast. Regardless of whether the medicines were real or fake, she did have a lot of medicines at home.

"So do you have any sleeping pills?" Muchun asked.

Xu Dan shook her head, blinked her eyes, and seemed to hesitate a little, then she said: "Then please doctor, please prepare some for me."

"Okay, then you have to tell me carefully, when did your problem of poor sleep begin last time and how long did it last?"

Xu Dan looked a little embarrassed, but she still followed Mu Chun's request and answered the various sleeping conditions recently, "The main reason is that I can't fall asleep if I miss the time to sleep."

"Very good, what do you do when you can't sleep?" Muchun asked.

"I just listen to music or count sheep." After Xu Dan finished speaking, he laughed first.

This smile seemed a little strange to Mu Chun, so he nodded and handed Xu Dan a piece of paper with a simple form drawn on it. Mu Chun explained: "Write down your sleep situation this week. If you can't remember it, If it’s clear, don’t be too nervous, just write as much as you can.”