Chapter Eighty-Three: The Psychosomatic Patient
"It's different, it's completely different, pretending to be Zhao Ping and thinking you're Zhao Ping, these are two completely different things."
"The more I listened, the more confused I became."
Liu Tiantian sat in the chair and felt that her brain was completely insufficient, and if she continued like this, she would definitely have nightmares tonight.
In the dream, a girl in a goose-yellow dress walked with blood flowing from her legs, and then stepped on the blood, and sticky footprints flowed on the white tiles of the hospital.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shudder.
"This girl thinks she is Zhao Ping, not that she is impersonating Zhao Ping."
"How could this be the case, and why is this happening?"
Mu Chun shook his head, obviously he still hadn't found an answer.
"Still."
Mu Chun scratched his head, "However, this matter must be related to the child, and it must also be related to the person named Peng Yan, she is indeed not a patient in family planning and obstetrics and gynecology, she is a patient in the physical and mental department, what is this girl's name?" ”
Mu Chun closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
"Maybe it's called Zhao Ling or Zhao Min, of course it doesn't matter what it's called, we will always know, even if we don't know, as long as she is willing to be herself."
Mu Chun asked Chu Sisi to look at Xiaolin's circle of friends again from beginning to end, and there were several photos of Zhao Ping in it, which indeed looked exactly like the patients in the hospital.
It's just that the figure looks taller, but it doesn't look real in the photo.
Mr. Liu said it was difficult to see the difference in height between the two men in the photo, unless the two men happened to be standing together.
But there are some clues that can be seen from the same clothes, which is her experience in dressing for many years.
"Although this girl is very similar to Zhao Ping, this tailor-made dress is obviously not customized according to her figure, this dress should be Zhao Ping's."
Liu Tiantian's inference was affirmed by Mu Chun.
"But why did she think she was pregnant?"
Liu Tiantian still remembered Dr. Jiang Hong's words, this girl named Zhao Ping had been forced to die, and Dr. Jiang Hong had to help her get rid of the child.
"Perhaps, she likes this person named Peng Yan, it is normal for sisters to like the same man, and it sounds like she likes this man named Peng Yan very much."
"You've read too many romance novels, this is the hospital, and we're talking about patients now."
Chu Sisi retorted.
"I think what Liu Tiantian said is very reasonable, maybe that's what happened, hahaha."
In such a gloomy weather, in front of such a strange thing, Mu Chun could still laugh, Chu Sisi felt that I was afraid that the people who came to this room and the doctors in this room themselves were a little sick.
"Chu Sisi would just ask Xiao Lin again, and ask Teacher Zhao if he has a sister or sister."
Kobayashi said he didn't know if there were sisters.
Jiang Hong was furious after listening to Liu Tiantian's narration, "Impossible, there is no such possibility. ”
Liu Tiantian was taken aback by Jiang Hong's angry reprimand, and he didn't dare to say more to Jiang Hong with Chu Sisi and Mu Chun's deduction on the fifth floor, but what Jiang Hong said was also very thought-provoking.
Jiang Hong said, this matter is this girl's prank, I think the prank is the best explanation, there is no better explanation than the prank, she just came to find trouble on purpose, came to our hospital trouble, full of space or just has a brain problem.
Liu Tiantian didn't understand why Jiang Hong said this, and felt aggrieved in his heart, but Mu Chun told her that the matter was very simple, in the eyes of an experienced obstetrician and gynecologist who was more than half a hundred years old, how could a normal person unswervingly believe that he was pregnant, and there was such a thing as morning sickness.
The most incredible thing is that Dr. Li Zhou in the ultrasound examination room told Jiang Hong that this girl's lower abdomen was really bulging, if it wasn't for his confidence that the examination machine was intact, it would be impossible to make a mistake, and he also wondered if he was derelict in his duties in the first two examinations, because she looked too much like a pregnant woman, he had seen too many pregnant women, and she really didn't look like a pregnant woman at all.
It's an incomprehensible feeling.
In the next three days, Zhao Ping's morning sickness became more and more intense, and in the middle of the night, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, which was still a dull pain at first, and then turned into a violent landslide-like pain, her face was pale, she was covered in cold sweat, she climbed from the sofa to the bed with difficulty, and she was alone at home, she had no strength to pick up the phone and ask for help.
She vomited in bed, spitting up brown liquid, and a sour stench on her pillows and sheets.
She endured the pain from halfnight to 4 a.m., sometimes sane, sometimes blurry, until finally, when the first responders broke down the door, only to find that she was unconscious.
"It seems to be a smart speaker alarm system."
Fang Ming's tone was very stiff, as if someone had caused him trouble, but he had nowhere to complain.
"It was supposed to be sent to the Kyochi University Hospital, two kilometers away, but it turned out to be here."
At seven o'clock in the morning, when the night shift doctor was often the most tired, Fang Ming held the coffee and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Why did Dr. Mu come to the hospital so early?"
"I've been running for a while, and I've been sleeping hard lately, so I'm getting up earlier and running earlier in the morning."
The corners of Fang Ming's mouth twitched, and he didn't know if he was laughing.
"This patient is a famous dancer." Fang Ming asked.
"Ah, I'm not familiar with this, Dr. Fang is really artistic."
Fang Ming raised his eyebrows, his face was a little pale, but his eyes were still quite bright.
"I was supposed to be selected for the National Dance Company, but then because of a man who is said to have stayed at a university to teach dance."
"Ah, this one is even more unclear, how did Doctor Fang know?"
"Surgeons like ballet a lot, probably because they also demand perfection in the pursuit of details, and when they enjoy ballet performances, they will carry a heart and gradually make that heart strong and peaceful."
"I see." Mu Chun showed an expression of envy and admiration, Mu Chun, who had not yet changed into a white coat, casually took a white coat and put it on in the emergency room, this time his luck was not as good as when he treated Xiao Lin last time.
This white coat is very small, almost wrapped around Mu Chun's body, the hem of the white coat is short, Mu Chun is wearing running shorts, after the exercise, the autumn wind blows on him through the window of the corridor, and he shiveres.
This time it was seen by Fang Ming again.
"How can this patient have a treatment record from our hospital before?"
"Ah, yes, she came to see her."
"Do you want to see a psychologist?"