"I have read all of Professor Chu's books, and his teaching is mainly to add unconditional care to patients, and then listen to their hearts, analyze the potential things in their narratives that they are not aware of, find the source of pain, resolve them, and then slowly communicate with them, gradually melt the frozen heart, and gradually heal."

"Wow, it sounds very warm, Professor Chu must be a warm man."

Chu Sisi glared at Liu Tiantian, Liu Tiantian felt that the atmosphere was wrong, and went downstairs with a soda bottle.

"Teacher, will Lin Xiaogang and his mother reconcile in the future? Would he faint on such a purpose? ”

Mu Chun shook his head, expressionless.

"You don't know?"

"I'm not a god, and I'm not a roundworm in their stomach, okay?"

"But I think you just know, how the hell do you know."

Maybe.

Maybe Mu Chun really knew, he didn't know where his knowledge came from, and he sometimes wanted to figure it out, but it was like a mosquito biting and flying away immediately, such a feeling was fleeting, and then he threw himself into the work over and over again.

The work of a psychosomatic physician.

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A psychosomatic doctor's day starts with a cup of coffee with 7 ice cubes.

"Doctor, they say I'm evil."

The man was unkempt, as if he hadn't been out for months, his skin was as white as paper, but his nails were long and dirty.

"Doctor, am I really evil? I finally went out to see a doctor today, and I mustered up the courage to come to see a doctor. ”

Mu Chun sat on the chair, did not lie down, nor leaned on, but listened carefully to the person in front of him repeatedly talking about his evil deeds, and said it 21 times.

From entering the clinic to the time the ice in Mu Chun's cup completely melted, the man said the same thing a total of 21 times.

"Evil."

After 21 times, Mu Chun said two words, "Evil." ”

The man nodded, "That's what my wife said, and then we got divorced, and she said I was evil." ”

"You're 31 years old, when did that happen?"

"It's been more than two years, and I don't know how it happened."

The man blinked, Chu Sisi carefully watched his every movement, looking no different from an ordinary person, but carefully observing it was a little different from a normal person.

He looked a little nervous, his body had not moved since he sat in the chair, and he could not move even half a centimeter in the chair.

How uncomfortable is it to sit like this?

"You don't cut your nails?"

"Well, you can't cut it."

"Let the nurse cut it for you."

Mu Chun winked at Chu Sisi, and Chu Sisi walked towards the patient with nail clippers.

"Left hand first." Chu Sisi said.

"Ah, does the hospital still cut the nails of patients?"

"We, Doctor Chu, especially like to cut the nails of patients, just like you like to keep your nails, people will have such an extreme attitude towards nails."

"What? Have it? ”

Mu Chun nodded with an oath, "Yes, the doctor said that of course there is, what am I lying to you for?" ”

Chu Sisi grabbed the patient's hand, and seeing that the nail clippers were about to be cut, the patient suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Don't want it, I don't want it, don't cut it."

"Can I still see a doctor tomorrow? Psychosomatic diseases require frequent follow-up visits. ”

Mu Chun quickly recorded on the computer, while the patient stared at a desktop in front of him, without looking elsewhere.

He's like a robot, that's right, Chu Sisi thinks this description couldn't be more appropriate, he's like a robot, and it's a robot with a relatively low-level program.

"My wife and I divorced because I was evil, and their whole family thought I was evil, and I was already about to be promoted, and suddenly one day, I thought that I couldn't wash my hair, cut my nails, or even take a shower."

"So you haven't taken a shower in over two years?"

Mu Chun didn't look at the man, just stared at his screen and asked questions.

The man didn't look at Mu Chun either, just stared at the small piece of desktop in front of him to answer the question.

It seems that only when looking at this desktop can the man answer Mu Chun's question.

"Two years and 21 days, I only go out on 21 days or 21 times the day."

"So the next follow-up visit will be seven days away?"

"Yes, I haven't looked at the calendar for more than two years, and I count the time 7 days and 21 days."

"What about 14 days?"

The man suddenly raised his head, his face frightened, "14 days is not good, unlucky." ”

"What's unlucky?"

The coffee changed from iced to room temperature, and Mu Chun didn't even drink a sip.

"Unlucky, 14, 14 unlucky."

The man replied cautiously, as if the words he uttered would offend some god.

After saying that, there was another annoying silence.

The sycamore outside the window made a hula sound, the autumn wind blew the autumn sun, and it had not rained for a week, not to mention not taking a bath for two years, even if it was a week without bathing, Chu Sisi couldn't imagine it.

"14 is unlucky, so I guess, 42 is also unlucky, and 42 can't go out for a follow-up that day."

"Yes."

The man's voice, the thin gossamer.

"Why can't you cut your nails? Offending something? Gui soul? Spirits? Or someone who died? ”

The man looked at Mu Chun's eyes, and suddenly a ray of light appeared from the chaos.

The light was fleeting, and soon dimmed again.

Mu Chun closed his lips tightly when he didn't speak, and his expression was solemn.

It was the first time Chu Sisi had seen him so quiet.

On weekdays, even when I don't speak, I don't have such a deep sense of depression.

The atmosphere in the outpatient room also became tense and eerie.

It's still autumn in September, but there's a sense of winter, and the white walls look like a lake in Hokkaido in winter, with a bottomless silence.

The morning light was clearly warm, and there was no air conditioning in the room, but with this man as the center, a chill spread around the room.

"42, too, is unlucky."

Mu Chun repeated, speaking very slowly, sounding the illusion of intermittent.

"Yes, unlucky. I've never told anyone about it, but that's how it feels, bad things happen, so I won't go out for 42 days. ”

"What about 49? It must not be safe, right? ”

"49 is the scariest of all."

The man covered his mouth with his hands and lowered his head, his bird's nest-like hair touching the table.

"49, you know, it's easy to guess."

"Well, 49 is the one who died in the seventh week, that's a superstitious saying, but something always sounds chilling in the back."

The man nodded vigorously, and a glimmer of light flashed again in his gray eyes.

This time, Chu Sisi saw clearly, the light was not so much bright, but it just made his dim and dull eyes move slightly.

Some of this person's thoughts seem to be somewhat familiar.