Crazy Psychologist

Hallucination refers to a real and vivid perception felt without objective stimulation acting on the corresponding sense organs. It is a kind of perceptual disorder, which is divided into auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, olfactory hallucinations, tactile hallucinations, etc. The more common ones are auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations.

There are many factors that can cause hallucinations. Hallucinations can occur in states such as high fever, epilepsy, schizophrenia, and the administration of hallucinogens. The main factor is abnormal secretion of the neurotransmitters dopamine and serotonin. Everyone has the physiological mechanism to produce hallucination hormones. Pathological diseases or drugs can cause hallucinations.

Symptoms include delusions, mood disorders, irritability, suicidal ideation, sleep disorders, drowsiness, insomnia, racing thoughts, etc.

Psychotic symptoms such as bipolar disorder, major depressive disorder, dysthymic disorder, seasonal affective disorder, melancholic depression, schizoaffective disorder, mania and other psychotic symptoms are all related to hallucinations.

Delusions, loose thinking associations, and hallucinations often coexist. 80% of children with schizophrenia will have auditory hallucinations, and 63% will have hallucinations.

People with bipolar disorder may also experience psychotic features such as delusions and hallucinations.

In addition, hallucinogens or drugs can also cause hallucinations.

The same goes for brain tumors and other diseases.

Which one does Li Mu's situation belong to?

Also, the "Qiutong" mentioned by Li Mu.

When talking about Qiu Tong, Li Mu's expression was complicated and difficult to understand. Mu Chun knew that Qiu Tong was the name of Li Mu's wife. He emphasized from the beginning that he loved his wife very, very much.

Love brings trust, and when you love someone, distrust will also be amplified.

Human feelings seem to be divided into rational and emotional ones, but they are often prone to some kind of habitual dependence or inertial slide.

Everyone may have experienced the intuitive experience, "When we trust someone, we always believe it unconditionally, but when we don't trust someone, no matter what the other person does, trust cannot be established."

The brain is just that, not as rational, logical and judgmental as humans think.

Instead, the brain likes to rely on certain existing experiences and already formed cognitive modules.

Because our brains are inherently lazy.

After talking about Qiutong, Li Mu was unwilling to continue talking. After saying sorry to Muchun several times, he left the clinic.

Half a minute later, Li Mu came back and said, "I still need a neurosurgery consultation. Maybe I am really sick."

Muchun nodded and made an appointment with Li Mu to meet in two days.

After the patient left, Muchun began to reorganize what Li Mu had just said.

As if the case was being restored, he was so focused that it was difficult for anything to disturb Muchun at this time.

Key information emerged in his mind one by one.

[Bathroom], [Cat], [Wife], [Cat Meows], [Sleep Disorders].

what else?

After sorting out the conversation of the day, Muchun began to integrate the important information Li Mu mentioned when he came to the Department of Mind and Body before the New Year.

The same parts are clear, [bathroom], [cat], [wife], [sleep disorder].

Precisely because the content was very similar, Li Mu suspected that what happened in the past two weeks was imagined in his mind.

There is another reason. Li Mu may be inclined to think that he is sick rather than the sound of a cat meowing in the bathroom.

No matter what the specific reason was, Li Mu's current situation was very confusing, and Muchun couldn't help but feel a little worried.

On the other hand, although it is a consultation with a neurosurgeon, there is no neurosurgeon in the Huayuanqiao Community Health Center. In this matter, I have to consult the deputy director, or directly ask Dr. Zhang Wenwen for help.

Thinking of this, Muchun got up and prepared to go to the dean's office to ask for instructions. It was better to follow the hospital's rules. After all, dean Jia's eyes were more sensitive than the hospital's surveillance cameras.

As soon as he reached the third floor, Mu Chun met Liu Tiantian, "Doctor Mu Chun, Doctor Mu Chun."

After Liu Tiantian saw Li Mu leaving the hospital with red eyes, he felt very uneasy and his sympathy suddenly overflowed. When he saw Li Mu walking towards the parking lot, he planned to go upstairs to ask Muchun.

Meeting Liu Tiantian on the third floor, Muchun really felt that his sanity had dropped so much.

If you take a dice to judge, there is a high probability that the judgment will fail.

"Where is Dr. Muchun going?" Liu Tiantian asked as he followed Muchun.

"Dean's office." Muchun said.

"Huh?" Liu Tiantian was extremely surprised.

No wonder she made such a fuss. In Liu Tiantian's memory, Mu Chunke had never run to the dean's office by himself.

Generally speaking, the formal procedure is that Dean Jia notifies Liu Tiantian to invite Dr. Muchun to the dean's office, but Muchun has no choice but to procrastinate and has to go.

Muchun actually went to the dean's office by himself today?

"Could it be that the dean is back?" Liu Tiantian guessed that the reason why Muchun was so abnormal could only be that the dean was back.

Muchun shook his head and said, "I just went to apply for a consultation."

"Does it need to be so formal?" Liu Tiantian frowned, "When did Dr. Muchun become so cautious?"

"At the beginning of the new year, I just don't want to get a single point for perfect attendance and bonuses this year like last year."

Reality makes people bow their heads, but Mu Chun is quite right when he thinks about it.

However, he just went to do an extremely serious matter and left immediately after finishing it. He probably wouldn't give Dean Jia a chance to cause trouble for him.

"Then I'll come back to you later."

Liu Tiantian waved to Muchun knowingly, with a bright smile on his lips.

Muchun nodded slightly and knocked on the door of the dean's office.

It took Dean Jia half a minute to open the door. After opening the door, Muchun saw the back of a woman sitting at the vice-dean's desk.

It seemed that Dean Jia had a guest now. Muchun took a step back and said, "Well, I'll come back later, Dean, you are busy first."

The woman turned her face after hearing Muchun's voice.

This face was quite familiar to Muchun, it turned out to be Zhang Mei.

"Is it Dr. Muchun?" Zhang Mei frowned.

"Ah, it's Lawyer Zhang." Muchun said hello and was about to turn around and leave, but Dean Jia stayed behind.

"Doctor Muchun, are there any patients on the fifth floor now?" Dean Jia's tone was somewhat polite.

Muchun told the truth, "The patient will be here soon."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mei coughed. Dean Jia also wanted to cough but held back for a moment. Then he patted Muchun's arm and said, "Come in and sit for a while. Aren't there no patients now?"

"There will be patients soon." Muchun wanted to leave, but it was obviously too late.

Dean Jia introduced Zhang Mei to Muchun, and Zhang Mei said with a smile, "Dr. Muchun is quite famous now, not to mention Sisi is in the Department of Mind and Body, so naturally we have known each other for a long time."

"Since we know each other, let's let Dr. Mu listen too. It was Mu Chun who helped find the culprit in the suicide incident at Sumikawa Medical College."

"Doctor Mu seems to have a talent for criminal investigation." Although Zhang Mei was joking, his whole body was a little nervous.

Although she was wearing a light gray long windbreaker and looked very energetic, Mu Chun still found that Zhang Meihe was a little different from usual.

The last time Zhang Mei came to the Department of Psychosomatics to ask about Chen Weiwei, he was not as uneasy as he is today.

Chen Weiwei is her husband.

What else could make the usually calm Zhang Mei look flustered?

Mu Chun sat down comfortably on the sofa and listened to Dean Jia say: "I don't know if Dr. Mu has watched the news. Recently, a gas poisoning incident occurred in Linhai Community. The police are investigating."

Gas poisoning incident? Of course Muchun had never heard of it, and Mu Chun didn't know much about Linhai Community. Could it be that any of his patients lived in Linhai Community?

It seems a little far.

Generally speaking, psychosomatic patients do not live too far from the hospital. After all, people who are in a bad mood are often reluctant to move their bodies. Therefore, experts have proposed to open psychosomatic clinics in many communities in Luohai City starting this year to make it convenient for everyone. Seek medical treatment.

"I don't know about this. Is it related to our hospital?" Muchun responded in a decent manner.

"It's not related to our hospital, it's just a long story." Dean Jia sighed quietly, and it could be seen that this matter made him a little annoyed.

There was a ticking sound in Muchun's ears. Looking along the sound, he saw Zhang Mei repeatedly pressing a blue ballpoint pen. It seemed that he didn't even notice this small movement.

She has pressed it more than twenty times. Doesn’t the pen hurt?

"If I can be of any help, please let me know, Director Jia. In addition, I want to apply for a consultation sheet and need a neurosurgeon for consultation." Mu Chun felt that it would be better to make his purpose clear first.

Dean Jia immediately agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll stamp it for you later."

"Thank you, Dean Jia." Muchun said with a smile.

"Mu Chun, when will you be more serious?" Zhang Mei complained as usual.

This made Muchun feel that the tense atmosphere in the room had eased a little.

"Ah, what Lawyer Zhang said makes sense, where is my drum?"

"You" Zhang Mei's face turned red and white. She didn't want to explain, but she had to explain because of her face, so she said: "Originally, it was delivered last week. Later, my assistant explained that it might arrive a few days later. Good stuff, because he has carefully matched you with a set of professional performance-level drums, so it doesn’t matter if you wait a few days.”

"It doesn't matter, professionalism is more useful than quickness."

After Muchun finished speaking, Dean Jia couldn't stand it but didn't want to ask more about what the two of them were talking about.

Anyway, there are already a lot of weird things in the mind and body department, including a refrigerator, a treadmill, a microwave, a coffee machine, and even more outrageous, a piano.

What kind of drums do we need now? Dean Jia doesn't bother to ask.

But, wait a moment, Jia Tian suddenly reacted, "Drums? Doctor Mu, do you want to put a drum set on the fifth floor?"

"Ah, yes." An innocent smile appeared on Mu Chun's ordinary face.

"Are you going to demolish our hospital? Or do you think the place on the fifth floor is so far away from the patients that no one will hear you even playing drums?"

"Eh? That's the question." Muchun was interrupted mid-sentence by the furious Dean Jia.

"Is drumming also related to treatment? Can drumming make a person get better? Or does Dr. Muchun want to use drums himself?"

"Eh? This."

Muchun was about to explain when Dean Jia waved his hand and said, "Purchasing is not allowed."

Seeing Jia Tian's angry look, Zhang Mei was worried that his anger would break his body, so he could only say a few good words to Mu Chun, "Okay, Dean Jia, don't be angry. I have studied it. This drum, There can be no sound.”

"Can a drum still be called a drum if it has no sound?" Dean Jia glared at Mu Chun and thought to himself, "This Muchun really doesn't make people feel at ease. I finally changed my mind about him, but why are there so many messes coming out again?" With the incident, it is impossible to find another hospital with a drum in the whole sea."

"This is for treatment." Muchun explained seriously.

"Drumming therapy?" Dean Jia said deliberately.

"Ah, that's a good name, but I have a better name, 'Eurythmic Therapy'."

"Okay, Dean Jia, this kind of drum now can be equipped with a drum head. That kind of drum head has a silencing function. During normal practice, the sound is very soft and basically inaudible. There is also a plug-in drum, just like It’s like an electric guitar. The sound comes out of the connected speaker. You can practice wearing headphones. You don’t have to worry about the sound problem with Dr. Muchun.

Let’s get down to business. "

After hearing what Zhang Mei said, Dean Jia seemed to understand but could only believe it temporarily.

"Did you buy it again?" An angry Dean Jia complained to Zhang Mei, "If you didn't buy it for him, wouldn't it be fine?"

"Me too." Zhang Mei didn't want to cover up Muchun's contribution, but he was unwilling to tell Dean Jia about Chen Weiwei. After hesitating, the always sharp-tongued lawyer Zhang didn't know how to answer Dean Jia.

"Lawyer Zhang Mei is more caring. She didn't buy it for me. She bought a set of drums for the Department of Psychosomatics for treatment. Director Jia, everything is for the hospital. How can this set of drums be given to me personally? Yes, they are all for the hospital."

After Mu Chun said this, Dean Jia's anger calmed down a lot.

He picked up the thermos cup, walked to the water dispenser and added some water to the cup. He returned to his seat, took a breath and said, "Mu Chun, I really have a question that I need to consult a psychopsychiatrist."

"Tell me, Dean."

"Are there any meaning to what a person says when he is in a coma?" Dean Jia asked.

"When you were in a coma? What kind of coma are you talking about?" Muchun frowned slightly, vaguely realizing that this matter was probably related to the gas poisoning incident that the dean just mentioned.

"Well, how do you say what people say when they are in a coma? I also want to know how a person can suddenly call another person's name when he is in a coma, and that person is still someone he knew more than 20 years ago. "

"What a complicated question." Mu Chun scratched his hair.

"Well, it's a bit complicated. Let me tell you a little bit about the ins and outs of the matter. Maybe it can help you understand our problem."

"Your problem?"

Muchun looked at Dean Jia and then at Zhang Mei, and roughly understood what was going on.