At noon, the cold wind accompanied by the warm sun is really the unique climate of the city.

A gust of wind blew, and the camphor tree shook its branches and leaves, and when I looked up, the red leaves at the top of the autumn had also faded to light green and light yellow, and the originally small and featureless leaves looked almost beautiful.

I don't know how many camphor and sycamore trees have been planted in the city around the sea, who can count them, who will count them?

No, don't jump to such conclusions, because someone really counts.

And there are not a few people like that.

When she returned to the hospital after lunch, Mu Chun saw Wu Fangmei, and Grandma Wu limped towards Mu Chun enthusiastically.

"Xiao Mu, has your business been good lately?"

Wu Fangmei asked.

"It's not good, it's been bad, I can't afford to eat."

When Wu Fangmei heard this, she felt even more sorry for this little Mu doctor.

"If you want me to say, the hospital business has not been as good as it has been at this time in previous years, and I don't know what's wrong, but the small money business on the next street is very good." After saying this, Wu Fangmei stood on tiptoe with great difficulty, leaned into Mu Chun's ear and said, "It's about to be the winter solstice recently, and the old man can't stay up." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed "cough cough" cough.

"Small money? You're talking about old money, a dragon old money. ”

Mu Chun said.

"What kind of old money, he's not as big as you, and your jobs are all people who can't find a partner."

Wu Fangmei patted Mu Chun's shoulder, shook her head and said, "So, as soon as Xiaoqian is busy, the hospital will be less crowded, and most of the patients in the community hospital are the elderly in the neighborhood to prescribe medicine, right?" ”

"Oh, that makes sense, it makes sense! Grandma, you are really discerning in the world, everything is clear to you, do you want to prescribe any medicine recently, take care of me, I can prescribe Chinese medicine and Western medicine here. ”

"I've been a little uncomfortable recently, mainly because two sisters I know have been bedridden for two years after a stroke, I went to see her a few days ago, and she didn't bother to persuade me for an hour.

I thought to myself, something is wrong with this old sister, she always persuaded me when I nagged me about being stalked, I thought it was all I came up with, now it's okay, she is lying there, looking at you with two eyes, as if listening to you, but she doesn't care what you say, I thought, something is wrong, this is serious again.

Another one is almost eighty years old, paralyzed in bed for more than a year, and now even has to be fed for food, do you think I can be in a good mood? ”

"Grandma knows some old people who are paralyzed on the bed."

Mu Chun asked stupidly.

Wu Fangmei snickered, "What do you know, they are all good people, they can listen to me for an afternoon, and there will be a nanny who will bring me tea and fruits." You know a little bit more than those doctors and nurses, a little bit. Wu Fangmei gestured with her little finger.

"Oh, a little, a little." Mu Chun smirked.

When he was about to go upstairs after passing through the outpatient hall, Liu Tiantian pulled Mu Chun's elbow.

"Hey, there's a patient who has already registered, and he will be on the fifth floor in a while, you go up and get ready."

As soon as Liu Tiantian said this, Mu Chun immediately became energetic and learned to play, "Okay, I'm walking with you!" ”

The patient in Liu Tiantian's mouth is named Sun Xiangyun, and when he walked into the physical and mental health department, he was filled with the breath of an artist.

An apricot-colored beret, an apricot trench coat, and a sketchbook on the inside of his arm, which is slightly larger than the one in Ding Jiajun's pocket.

Sun Xiangyun said that this is a book used for sketching, and he likes to walk and draw, draw trees, street scenes, and seasonal changes.

But lately he has not been able to calm down and draw, because sleep problems have seriously troubled him.

"I was going to see a neurologist." Sun Xiangyun said.

"Neurology?" Mu Chun asked lightly.

"A few years ago, when I was still abroad, I knew that there was such a department, which was specially for patients who could not find a clear disease."

Sun Xiangyun explained.

His face looked good, his cheeks were slightly red, and his skin was very shiny, and he seemed to be the one who was better at maintenance at this age, but Mu Chun took a closer look, and his overall complexion was a little yellowish, as yellow as wax paper.

"You're talking about psychiatry, there's still a big difference between neurology and psychiatry."

When Mu Chun said this, the old artist seemed to understand, "Yes, psychiatry, the closest thing in our hospital system here should be your side of the physical and mental health department." ”

"Well, yes, very accurate judgment." Mu Chun praised.

"Would you like coffee or tea, or do you need some hot milk? When I can't get in the sun, it's still a little cold. ”

Mu Chun said as he leisurely brewed himself a cup of coffee.

The aroma of coffee quickly spreads throughout the clinic with water vapor, and smelling this aroma is sometimes more refreshing than taking a sip of coffee.

"I don't need to, thank you. Because I don't sleep well, I don't have a very good appetite. Sun Xiangyun said, taking off his hat.

His hand trembled slightly, suggesting that there may be some senile neurological problems.

Mu Chun took these to heart and took a sip of coffee alone.

"I just haven't been able to sleep well lately, and I don't dare to take a little sleeping pill casually." Sun Xiangyun said.

"Valium, for example?"

Mu Chun asked.

"Well, yes, I don't want to take more medicine, I always feel that some things may be because of something on my mind, and I don't have to work now, so I don't need to be energetic and face the pressure of life every day like a young person, and there is no pressure in my life."

What Sun Xiangyun said is true, he owns three properties in the city of Huanhai, one for his married daughter, one for rent, and one for his wife who is 5 years younger than him to live with, the old couple lives in a 140-square-meter large flat, according to the housing prices here, how to say that they are rich!

And the most important thing is that Sun Xiangyun's parents and his wife's parents all died a few years ago, and the little grandson still needs their occasional help for a few days in the past few years, and now after elementary school, the daughter is at home full-time to take care of the children's education and take care of the children's education.

Sun Xiangyun was completely empty.

Every year, in addition to giving students amateur classes, they go around sketching, which is really the enviable retirement life of money, body, and freedom.

"Retirement has time, and I am accompanied by the painting I love, this is an enviable life." Mu Chun said casually.

"Thank you", Sun Xiangyun said with a smile, "It is indeed very comfortable, I can sleep until what time I want, when I want to go out to travel and sketch, I can go away when I buy a ticket and put a bag on my back, what young people say don't stick to the current predicament, don't forget that there are poems and distances, for me, I have all of them, and there is no shortage." ”