After Mu Chun finished speaking, he sighed super unpleasantly, rubbed his cheeks with both hands, Hu Peng was really worried that he would be able to touch a hand of oil with such a touch.

Even though it's winter, there are some.

Is this confused doctor trying to hold back his tears?

"Because you've done something inappropriate." Hu Peng tried to help Mu Chun analyze.

"No, I'm just treating patients in a proper manner, I'm treating them so well, probably, other patients have a super high opinion of me, and they plan to teach me the piano for free, do you say this has anything to do with other colleagues? Have it? I don't think it's a 10% relationship with an eight-pole shot. ”

Hu Peng nodded, it doesn't seem to matter, each department in this hospital is in a different position, and there are independent treatment rooms, unlike the school office, where everyone sits together, looking up and not looking down, the doctor's job is to take care of his patients, even if he occasionally diagnoses them, it is a minority.

In contrast, teachers are much more troublesome, not only teaching and research activities together, grade level activities together, but also many teachers teaching several classes together, inextricably linked, there is no way to say that I go to a good class alone, and no one else has to pay attention.

In fact, Hu Peng has always adapted very well, but I don't know what happened recently, and suddenly felt that the people around him looked at him strangely, and some deliberately avoided him.

Since when? A lot of things have indeed happened in the Far North Affiliated Primary School in the past six months, and it is not so easy to sort out the clues, but if a person wants to know when he began to be hated by the people around him, he can always find a lot of clues.

Because the feeling of being hated is not only like a dark cloud floating in the sky, nor is it like walking under a street lamp with a long, deep black shadow behind you.

The feeling of being hated is like a shadow, and I can't even dream about it.

The feeling of being pointed at is that everyone is behind you, but you feel that the world in front of you is also vague and directionless.

It feels like you still have an indelible smell on your body after taking a bath, just like all the lice in the world are ready to burrow into your skin, there are lice in the quilt you sleep on, there are stones in the bowl you eat, the water you take a bath with needles, and everyone's eyes are cold, but you are burned to the skin.

The world is complicated, everyone is whispering, but you are not taken, because they are talking about you.

There's no way you can talk to anyone who hasn't experienced it, because the whole world isn't friendly anymore.

Call!

Hu Peng exhaled, turned off the treadmill, and supported his hands in front of his body.

"That's right, it's okay with eight poles. Just like me, I was worried about what the door didn't lock had to do with the teachers at school, it was my own illness.

Later, because of the incident of calling the police, he accidentally saved Li Nan, who was about to commit suicide, but was so publicized by the news and the group of crazy people in the self-media, the whole school knows, let alone the whole school, maybe more than 100,000 people know about it, what hero, what hero teacher has super foresight.

You should know best, I was going crazy, I really felt like there were people in the family, and I didn't know what would happen if I didn't do that.

How do you think these things end up being finger-pointing behind the scenes? ”

Hu Peng complained in one breath, and his mood eased slightly.

I got off the treadmill and slowly walked to the chair and sat down.

Hu Peng, who was sweating profusely, asked Mu Chun for a glass of water.

"There's something upset about me to say it, and I'm happy." Mu Chun said casually when he handed the water cup to Hu Peng.

If Hu Peng didn't hear clearly just now, if Hu Peng didn't hear clearly this time, he would have to go downstairs to hang up the ENT department.

"Doctor, what do you mean, what do you mean by saying something that makes me unhappy and make you happy, I think it's too much."

Hu Peng wiped the sweat on his face with a tissue and scolded Mu Chun.

Mu Chun is not to be outdone, there are only two people in the outpatient room anyway, and you are not registered in my physical and mental department.

"Isn't it? Human common sense seems to always think that good things should be shared with everyone, and everyone is happy and happy when something happy is said, but is this really the case now?

I'm glad that I've cured the patient, and I think it's good that someone took a video of me treating the patient, and I can just see what I'm not doing in the treatment that is not perfect, it's not a bad thing for me, so I can bring more patients, but what does the hospital think? What do colleagues think? Are they happy? No, they feel that this thing makes them unhappy, they are unhappy.

Society is getting tighter and tighter now, you used to think that what a person who is not in the same city as you thinks has nothing to do with you, but now it's different, every day when you get up on your phone and look at it, as long as you look at it for a second, everyone sees all aspects of the world, and you can look wherever you want.

In the past, we had a distant relationship, and competition did not often appear in different industries, but now it is different, high prices, high housing prices, high education costs, your business is no longer your business, your business is my business, if you succeed and make more money, it may be that I make less money, and if you are powerful, it may be that I have become worse.

The living space is squeezed to the point that even emotions are not exclusive to you alone, and everyone in a space may have different interpretations of the same emotion.

So, it's not a joke that you have something upset to say it makes me happy, it just so happens that it exposes a very strange psychological phenomenon in this era. ”

After Mu Chun finished speaking, the coffee was finished, he stood up with his back to Hu Peng, and poured himself another cup of coffee.

Mu Chun never liked the sound of the rumbling coffee machine.

I still have to buy a manual grinder.

Will the days here be long, though?

Looking at the familiar parking lot downstairs from the window, the foundation of the new building has almost been laid, and by this time next year, the window is facing the brand new building of the Garden Bridge Hospital.

Unlike other departments, how good or bad are the patients in the psychosomatic department? It is obviously impossible for human beings to avoid various diseases in a short period of time, but can so many strange mental symptoms of human beings disappear one day, and are these things brought about by changes in our bodies or more affected by the process of civilization?

Mu Chun didn't know, he felt that he still had a long way to go, but he couldn't remember how many roads he had already walked.