There is only one possibility. Mu Xiao believed that with her understanding of Mu Chun, there was only one possibility that he would not record the basic situation of the patient, that is, that person he was very familiar with, so familiar that everything was in his mind, so familiar that he didn't need to make any records at all, or......

Mu Xiao thought of another possibility, or Mu Chun didn't write about the patient's information out of a kind of avoidance.

Deliberately not writing the patient's name, gender, age, etc., may not only be because he is familiar, but because he is unwilling to write, out of respect or not wanting this to happen and subconsciously not write it clearly.

Around the sea, beside Mu Chun, who would such a patient be?

Mu Xiao was the first to think of it.

"Don't think about it, smile, I'll tell you everything, but you have to promise me that after listening to it, you will go to bed, tomorrow is Friday, I have to go to Fengchuan No. 1 Prison, and maybe in the morning I will ask you to send Dr. Fang Ming to the Garden Bridge Community Health Center."

"I don't send him, he has hands and feet and can go to work in the hospital by himself." Mu Xiao deliberately muttered and complained to the master bedroom, so that Mu Chun could relax his mood.

"Ah, that's probably enough to choke, I'm afraid he'll sleep for days in a row."

"Don't get off the hook, we're not going to discuss the issue of sleep treatment for depression today, isn't this person?"

"Yes, it's Professor Chu." Mu Chun lowered his head after speaking.

Mu Xiao put the notebook in front of Mu Chun, stood up and walked to him, and gently hugged Mu Chun's shoulder, "It's okay, don't be afraid, it won't be so serious." ”

Mu Chun didn't want Mu Xiao to worry too much, so he nodded.

"In fact, such cases are not uncommon, first of all, the professor may be a little tired, the elderly are a little tired or in a bad mental state, and it is normal to have a sense of taste.

Or as you wrote in your notes, gallbladder dysfunction, gastritis, liver dysfunction can all cause taste changes.

There is another condition that you should be more familiar with, [psychogenic taste disorder]. “

"How can there be such a disease, Xiaoxiao you have coined a new word." Mu Chun smiled and scratched his hair.

Mu Xiao walked between the living rooms and said to Mu Chun in a speech: "Why not, this word is very accurate, for example, many students will have a taste failure before the college entrance examination, and there is no taste for anything." I have met several such students, who went to the ENT department and went to the internal medicine department to hang up the outpatient clinic, but the result was not to find the cause, and I also went to the Chinese medicine to diagnose it, and the result was that they needed to take a little heat clearing and detoxification medicine, such as Shuanghuanglian oral liquid and the like. “

Burst!

"Is it okay to do double coptis? Skullcap is fever-reducing, and eating too much honeysuckle and coptis will cause diarrhea. ”

Mu Chun shook his head as he spoke.

"Getting on fire is indeed an explanation, and what if the professor is also on fire, you have done so much homework and found so many strange cases, it is likely that the professor is on fire, yes, it is on fire, just drink more hot water!"

"Smile, you ......"

Mu Chun wanted to speak and stopped, so he could only stand up and go to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of hot water.

"So, I think Mu Chun is too nervous this time, and a little too laborious."

"Perhaps, I went to the professor because I received a request for assistance from Toyokawa No. 1 Prison, and I wanted to ask the professor for some boundary issues.

I went to the professor's house after work at the hospital, he was cooking, the sweet and sour pork ribs were so salty that I couldn't swallow them, I really couldn't swallow them at all, one of my professors mistook sugar for salt, so I made an excuse to go to the kitchen to observe, and I also fried a dish - fried carrots with broccoli, that dish, I added a lot of salt, a little heavier than my normal taste.

Brought to the table, the professor took a bite and ......"

"What's wrong? Mu Chun? ”

Seeing that Mu Chun didn't speak, Mu Xiao stepped forward a little nervously and asked again, "Why didn't you suddenly speak?" ”

"Well, I continued, I brought the broccoli fried carrots to the table, and the professor took a bite and asked me, 'Did you forget to put salt?' I was quite confused in my mind at the time, and I thought about a lot of things, but the most fundamental thing was that I still thought about not making any blind judgments because of nervousness, which would inevitably increase the burden on the professor."

"Yes, this caution is necessary, not to say your guess too early in front of the person concerned, especially when it is just a guess and there is no basis for a diagnosis." Mu Xiao affirmed Mu Chun's approach.

"Yes, fortunately, there were a lot of oranges you gave to the teacher on the table that day, so I ate a little bit of pork ribs, peeled two oranges to relieve the saltiness, and then relieved the saltiness in my mouth, but the professor didn't feel salty at all, and thought that my craftsmanship was not as good as before."

"No, you've always been good at cooking." Mu Xiao nodded again and again, "The food you make is very delicious, anyway, I like it very much." ”

"Ah, I'm more confident, but the professor seems to have noticed that I have something on my mind. He is our professor and my supervisor, and a lot of my knowledge is imparted by him, and he naturally captures some ideas I have.

On that day, the teacher seemed very calm, not shocked or sad, just like a bowl of calm water, there was not a little chaotic ripple in sight, and the water surface was too calm. “

Mu Chun said and drank a sip of water, mentioning the events of that day, Mu Chun still felt that something was blocked in his throat, like eating a very hot small ravioli, which hurt deep in his throat, and he never fully recovered.

"And then? The professor couldn't have guessed the palate. Mu Xiao tried to make the atmosphere in the living room more relaxed with a relaxed tone.

"Well, I said it later, I think the professor is okay with me telling him about it, I didn't know it at the time, I always feel quite sure that the professor can handle this matter calmly and peacefully......"

Speaking of which, Mu Chun fell into a kind of self-doubt, could it be that his judgment at that time was not accurate? Should the professor have been told in a more tactful way that he might have a taste problem?

"Smile, I-" Mu Chun was suddenly speechless, as if something in his heart was tugging at him to finish his words properly, "I want to say teach him-"

Mu Xiao suddenly shook his hand vigorously and said, "I'm still relatively optimistic, I think the professor has always been in good health, and there will be no such terrible diseases recorded in your notebook." ”

"It's not a bad thing to be optimistic."

"It's certainly not a good thing to be overly nervous. It's better to go to bed first, Doctor Mu, you sleep in the guest room, I sleep on the sofa, and I guard you. ”

"Guarding me?"

"Yes, I'm watching over you."