Crazy Psychologist

Sometimes life suddenly becomes meaningless.

Yang Xing suddenly thought of this sentence when he was standing at the door of the hospital. He felt a little uneasy, and then heard a hungry cry from his stomach.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, after Grandma Tong fell asleep, Yang Xing walked out of the ward.

"This boy is so nice, he must be the grandson of the old lady." When leaving the ward, Yang Xing heard someone talking behind him.

He knew it was a compliment. From the moment he jumped into the ambulance, Yang Xing stayed with Grandma Tong.

I never thought about why I did this.

Li Xiumei thought Yang Xing was a doctor, so of course she had no doubts and was even secretly happy.

After Grandma Tong arrived at the emergency room, her eldest daughter was busy handling payment and other matters, and was checking her cell phone from time to time.

Yang Xing was really puzzled as to what was wrong with this aunt. How could she still be in the mood to check her phone even though her mother was dying?

Grandma Tong was very embarrassed during the gastric lavage. She kept holding Yang Xing's hand and drank a lot of water. After that, she started to feel nauseated. She just lay down for a while and started vomiting again. Because the gallbladder was overwhelmed, the vomitus was yellow with green in it. Sprayed on Yang Xing.

For a moment, Yang Xing thought to himself, this is a shirt worth more than 800 yuan!

Soon, seeing Grandma Tong's painful look, Yang Xing completely forgot about his clothes and hurriedly found a roll of paper towels. After wiping the old lady, he wiped his clothes a little clean.

At this moment, Yang Xing could still smell the sour and bitter smell on his body.

When Grandma Tong was vomiting, Li Xiumei complained on her cell phone from time to time, "I won't call Maodou anyway. What good can he do if he comes here? The most he can do is complain that we didn't take good care of my mother."

Yang Xing guessed that he was discussing with Grandma Tong's other children about taking care of the elderly.

Grandma Tong didn't seem to need this daughter to take care of her, or she knew she couldn't count on her. She kept holding Yang Xing's hand tightly, and when she regained consciousness, she spoke a lot of native dialect to Yang Xing.

After being transferred to the general ward, the people in the ward couldn't understand what Grandma Tong was talking about, and they all thought they must be relatives.

When leaving the ward, Li Xiumei thanked Yang Xing politely, "Dr. Yang, thank you Dr. Yang. My mother is so angry that nothing I can say will help. I have to rely on your help today."

Yang Xing really helped. He was busy cooperating with the doctors and taking on the responsibility of taking care of the elderly.

These things had nothing to do with him at all.

He is a person who is used to being taken care of.

When leaving the hospital, the rain had subsided a little. Looking through the camphor trees beside the street, Yang Xing saw a row of familiar shops, and the familiar names of the shops came into his eyes.

Yonghe Soy Milk, Burger King, Starbucks.

Then go to Starbucks.

Without an umbrella, I walked towards Starbucks in the dense drizzle.

When he stepped into Starbucks, the aroma of coffee hit his face. This time Yang Xing did not hesitate. He decisively ordered a vanilla latte and a chicken sandwich.

So hungry.

While waiting to get coffee, a girl passed by Yang Xing. She subconsciously took a step back and slapped her nose with her right hand.

What the hell?

Yang Xing just realized that it must be the smell of him that made the girl unhappy.

I'm so sorry!

but

He didn't mean to move away slightly. Instead, he adjusted his posture to be more upright than usual. He even raised his jaw slightly, making his face with already clear jawline look even more handsome.

"No. 081, Mr. Yang."

"Here." Yang Xing handed the cashier receipt to the clerk.

"Mr. Yang, for your vanilla latte, use soy milk instead of milk."

The girl with a cute and sweet voice handed the coffee to Yang Xing.

"Yes, thank you."

Yang Xing took the coffee gracefully, not caring that her clothes were all stained by Granny Tong's vomit.

Normally, Yang Xing wouldn't be able to accept even a little crease in his clothes.

Especially in public places. Although places like Starbucks are no longer considered high-end places, they are still coffee shops frequented by young people. If you don't do it well, you may meet girls with good conditions.

Even if he doesn't think about it in this direction, Yang Xing, who is a bit too harsh on his own image, doesn't like any flaws in his appearance.

He has a superior appearance and can easily criticize girls.

Just like when he scolded Xiaoqiu, he often said casually, "The color of your skirt and shoes today don't match well. Contrast colors are not popular nowadays. If you can't, just wear a pair of white shoes."

It seems that you are teaching others how to improve their aesthetics, but in fact you are scolding them.

Scolding a girl who feels good about herself will often make the girl pursue her even more.

These methods are easy to use and convenient.

Just because he wants to criticize others, Yang Xing is also meticulous in his requirements in all aspects.

However, now he doesn't feel that he has anything to feel sorry for the audience at all.

If you want to dislike it, then go ahead. Yang Xing is hungry and he just wants to eat something good.

"No. 081, is Mr. Yang here?"

The girl from before asked softly while holding the heated sandwich.

"Is that a chicken sandwich?" Yang Xing asked.

"Yes, Mr. Yang, this is your chicken sandwich, please use it slowly."

The girl placed the white plate with the sandwich on the dinner plate held by Yang Xing, smiling with crooked eyes.

Yang Xing nodded and said thank you.

After the coffee and sandwiches were ready, Yang Xing turned around and left the dining table. Looking around, he found that there was an empty sofa along the street on the right. This was a good location where he could have a cup of coffee quietly.

Just as he took a step forward, a girl's voice suddenly came to his ears.

It was the girl who just passed by Yang Xing and subconsciously took a step back.

"Yang Xing?" the girl shouted.

He stopped, turned around, and saw the girl who was speaking.

Isn't this Xia Xiaoying?

Yang Xing rubbed his eyes and stepped forward after believing that he had seen correctly.

"Is it Xia Xiaoying?"

"Yang Xing, is it really you? Are you actually circling the sea?"

Xia Xiaoying is Yang Xing's neighbor. The two went to elementary school together. In junior high school, Xia Xiaoying also sat in the row in front of Yang Xing.

They are childhood sweethearts.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right back after getting the coffee."

Yang Xing was really hungry. He rarely wanted to have a good meal alone. Yang Xing had not experienced this kind of satisfying hunger for a long time.

It seems like when I was in elementary school, I would feel very hungry every time after school. I would feel very satisfied when I went home and ate a bowl of rice with a few peanuts.

It was the same when he first arrived in Huanhai. Yang Xing always felt particularly satisfied when he had money to eat a 30 yuan meal of spicy hotpot.

Later, he had various girlfriends, and began to visit various Internet celebrity restaurants, even restaurants run by Michelin-starred chefs, but he never felt so appetizing.

Unfortunately, Yang Xing, who has always had good luck in romance, met Xia Xiaoying again at this time.

After taking their seats, Xia Xiaoying chatted endlessly with Yang Xing.

The face with a slight baby fatness has not changed at all.

She is not much different from the not-so-pretty Xia Xiaoying in her memory.

Yang Xing took a sip of coffee and said sorry.

"Can I take a few bites of the sandwich first? I'm really hungry."

"You eat, I'll read a book first." After saying that, Xia Xiaoying put her backpack on her knees.

Out of habit, Yang Xing glanced at Xia Xiaoying's bag.

Canvas bags with graffiti are completely unrelated to various big brands.

But that’s nothing. It’s better to say that this bag looks very Xia Xiaoying.

If Xia Xiaoying suddenly turned into a lady or carried a bag worth tens of thousands, Yang Xing would feel something was wrong.

The two hadn't seen each other for many years. Yang Xing didn't know where Xia Xiaoying went to study after graduating from high school.

Just in response to those words, we were once inseparable and could see each other every day, but then there was no news from them.

Speaking of which, Yang Xing has almost forgotten all his former classmates in order to adapt to his new life in Yuanhai over the years.

I deliberately don’t think about it, and I also deliberately don’t join any elementary school or middle school classmate groups.

He rarely mentioned his past. He didn't like that small city or the people in it.

"Yang Xing, do you work in a hospital?"

What's the meaning? Could it be that Xia Xiaoying has been following his social account?

its not right? If it was Xiaoying, she should have sent a private message to "recognize" her long ago.

Yang Xing shook his head, "What did you say?"

This time it was Xia Xiaoying's turn to be confused. She stretched out her round hand and pointed at the plastic bag next to Yang Xing.

Yang Xing looked sideways and realized what Xia Xiaoying was referring to.

When he jumped into the ambulance, Yang Xing wore the white coat that Mu Chun gave him. After arriving at the hospital, Yang Xing changed out of the white coat. After all, wearing a white coat to "pretend" to be a doctor in a hospital was something that Yang Xing couldn't do. I have no confidence in my heart.

With Dr. Muchun by his side, he sometimes really felt that he might be able to be like a doctor, but when he was alone, he had no such confidence at all.

This is probably the result of not having real talent and learning.

The white coat that he took off could not be thrown away at the Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center. When leaving the ward, Li Xiumei saw that his body was covered with vomit from Grandma Tong. There was no place to put the white coat in his hand, so she gave it to Yang. A small plastic bag.

Yang Xing disliked the plastic bag as it looked a bit ugly in his hand, and was embarrassed to refuse due to face reasons. He thought it would be strange to hold a white coat in his hand while walking on the road, so he took the bag and put the white coat inside.

When Xia Xiaoying said this, Yang Xing understood what was going on.

"There are white coats here, right?" Xia Xiaoying looked a little excited.

"Oh, this is a white coat." Yang Xing reluctantly answered.

"Is Yang Xing really a doctor? That's great." Xiaoying clapped her hands happily.

"not me."

Before Yang Xing could finish speaking, Xia Xiaoying jumped in and said, "Which hospital does Dr. Yang work in now, and what department is he in? By the way, did Yang Xing graduate from the medical school around the sea? Is it Zhizhi? Nan University, Sumikawa Medical College, or Kyoichi University?"

"I"

She was obviously a graduate student at a prestigious university, so she could show off anyway. At least she wouldn't lose points in front of her childhood sweetheart, Xia Xiaoying, who wasn't exactly good-looking.

No matter what, Yang Xing also thinks that he is doing well now, and his appearance is something that nine out of ten girls would love.

Why did Yang Xing suddenly feel confused and uneasy when Xia Xiaoying made such a fuss.

Doctor, what's wrong with the doctor? Why am I so involved with the doctor?

"I have completed my internship." Xia Xiaoying rested her elbows on the small round table and dragged her chin with her hands. Her entire face looked rounder, like a round glutinous rice dumpling.

Although she was wearing makeup and her makeup was fresh and cute, Xia Xiaoying was definitely not Yang Xing's consideration, absolutely not.

"Internship? What internship? Is it a university graduation internship or a graduate internship?" Yang Xing cleverly brought the topic to the word graduate student.

This was his bonus point. He had to say a few words early and couldn't be led away by a little girl like Xia Xiaoying.

"I have completed my internship at Jingyi Affiliated Medical Center, and I will go to work in the hospital where I am working soon. Well, it is considered work."

Could it be that this girl is a doctor?

A group of bats flew through Yang Xing's heart, causing a burst of noise and upset.

He picked up the coffee and put the cup to his mouth without drinking.

"Are you a doctor?" Yang Xing asked.

Xia Xiaoying shook her head quickly, "No, no, what kind of doctor? Do I look like a doctor?"

"What's so different about it?"

Yang Xing said hesitantly, but what he actually wanted to say was, "Is there anything similar?"

But the reality is obvious. Whether Yang Xing believes it or not, this little girl is obviously a doctor.

"I'm a nurse. How can I be a doctor? I'm not that good. I'm a nurse, just a nurse."

The nurse is also very nice!

Yang Xing's eyes suddenly lit up.

Is this girl wearing a nurse uniform?

"So, which hospital is Yang Xing in? Is he still undergoing regular training?"

Regular training?

It seems to be a word related to doctor, but Yang Xing doesn't understand it.

In order to prevent Xia Xiaoying from continuing to misunderstand, Yang Xing planned a showdown.

Seeing that Yang Xing was silent, Xia Xiaoying asked again: "Since Yang Xing is a doctor, I wonder if Yang Xing knows about Huayuanqiao Community Health Center?"

Yang Xing, who was ready to shake his head and say he didn't recognize her, suddenly realized that Xia Xiaoying was talking about "Huayuanqiao Community Health Center."

Isn't this the hospital where Dr. Muchun works?

He didn't know anything about other hospitals, but Yang Xing of Huayuanqiao Community Health Center did.

"Does Yang Xing know that this hospital has a famous department?"

"What department?" Yang Xing asked.

"Psychiatric Department." Xia Xiaoying said cheerfully, "Psychiatric Department is the Psychosomatic Department. The only community health center around the sea with a Psychosomatic Department is Huayuanqiao Hospital."

"I see, I don't know about this."

"Isn't it clear?" Xia Xiaoying suddenly felt a little disappointed, and her mouth pouted, looking like a duck.

"Well, I know a little bit about it." Yang Xing really told the truth, "The director of the Department of Psychosomatics is Dr. Muchun."

"Wow, does Yang Xing know Dr. Muchun?" Xia Xiaoying's previous disappointment suddenly disappeared.

Yang Xing:.

"Mu Chun, Doctor Mu Chun, he is a very powerful person. It is said that he is very handsome, right?"

Very handsome?

Yang Xing opened his round mouth and didn't know how to answer these words for a while.

Feeling dumbfounded, he pressed the coffee cup to his lips, raised his head, and took a few sips.

Putting down the cup, I saw Xia Xiaoying's girlish expectant expression again.

I don’t know if this little girl didn’t put on her blush properly, but her cheeks were as red as an opera singer.