Chapter 1 Am I Not Sick?

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Homeland Star, Shenzhou Federal Republic, Shenhu City.

Friday, January 1, is also the first day of New Year's Day.

Except for some special positions and service industries that are "busier and busier during the holidays", other positions will be closed for holidays, and this is especially true for universities.

This is the case with the Academy of Fine Arts of Shenhu University, many students who are close to home go back, and those who are far away from home do not go back.

Although the railway has gone through more than a dozen major speeds, and even the more advanced "Transcendence" began to replace the "Fuxing" in the second zero year, so that the maximum operating speed of the high-speed rail reached 600 kilometers, and the use of supersonic passenger aircraft, no matter where to go, the time has been greatly reduced, but a total of three days of vacation, although there is less time on the road, but it is inevitable to toss back and forth.

Which holiday in the Republic of China is not a time to toss people, and everywhere you go is a crowd of people.

And a round trip of at least a few hundred, thousands, or even a long-distance supersonic passenger plane for tens of thousands of yuan, is too cost-effective.

With this money, it is better to stay in the dormitory for three days, and be a happy fat house, maybe you can verify your noble bloodline with a ruthless heart.

Dong Qingchen didn't go home either, but he was not a fat house, but a handsome and energetic guy, but now he was a little unenergetic, and even a little nervous, so he came to the school hospital early in the morning.

"Doctor, I'm sick!"

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"Doctor, I feel like I might be mentally ill!"

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"Doctor, what medicine should I take?"

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Looking at the student with a serious expression who said that he was sick, Wang Hai was a little confused, this has not started anything, why did this child himself say that he was sick, or mentally ill.

However, because most of the students left the school on New Year's Day, the school hospital also had a proper holiday, and I was unfortunately left on duty, sitting here for a while, and there was no patient.

I was bored, and I just happened to have a student to see a doctor to relieve my boredom.

So looking at the patient's information displayed on the computer, Wang Hai smiled and helped the AR glasses issued by the hospital and said, "Hehe, classmate Dong Qingchen, it's not up to you to decide whether you are sick or not, and you have to know it after an examination, so don't draw your own conclusions first." โ€

"Even if you're not sick, you'll be scared out of your own illness."

"Ahem, I'm sorry, Doctor Wang," Dong Qingchen was also a little embarrassed when he heard Dr. Wang say this, "I'm a little too nervous, you are professional, I listen to you." โ€

"That's right, then let's officially start, let's have a "talk therapy" first. Wang Hai turned on the recording device on the computer.

"Poofโ€”"

Dong Qingchen almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"Dr. Wang, didn't you say it's okay, don't be nervous? How can you just get chemotherapy?! โ€

Seeing Dong Qingchen's big reaction, Wang Hai sighed a little, "What a young man with no sense of humor, although this sketch is a bit old, it is still very classic." "Talk therapy" is talk therapy, let's talk about why you feel sick. โ€

"Oh, oh, Dr. Wang, you're scared to death."

"Whew~"

Hearing Dr. Wang's explanation, Dong Qingchen was relieved, and as he exhaled, his heart was inexplicably relaxed.

Dr. Wang also clearly felt the changes in Dong Qingchen, and said with a smile, "Mr. Dong, do you feel a lot more relaxed, this is the effect of "speech therapy". โ€

"Uh......"

Dong Qingchen was directly choked, looking at Dr. Wang with a smile on his face, he himself was a little crying and laughing, "It's a lot more relaxed, but Dr. Wang, can we not be so surprised?" โ€

"If it works, let's get started." Ignoring Dong Qingchen, who was crying and mourning, Dr. Wang smiled and scratched his fingers in front of his eyes a few times, and soon Dong Qingchen's file and some daily performances appeared in front of him.

Looking at Dr. Wang, who had already entered the working state, Dong Qingchen also honestly explained, who made the family a doctor and a patient.

The AR glasses directly projected some of Dong Qingchen's information in front of Dr. Wang's eyes, so Dr. Wang was able to ask some targeted questions, and even according to what Dong Qingchen said, he could directly ask the point, which greatly saved time.

And the computer screen next to it was not idle, and their conversation was directly converted into text and included in Dong Qingchen's personal medical file, and then uploaded to the citizen medical information database.

If you need it in the future, you can call it out at any hospital at any time.

In fact, Dong Qingchen's problem is very simple, that is, he has not slept well in the past few days, and when he sleeps at night, he will have a lot of dreams, and he will wake up very tired.

And the things in the dream are robots, mechas, spaceships, aliens, etc., which makes him scratch his head.

Speaking of this "can't touch the head" question, he also dreamed that his hair was gone, and his head was bare, and he always felt cold.

Now every time he takes a shower and washes his hair, he is afraid of the hair that he has lost normally.

Listening to what Dong said, Dr. Wang touched his bald head and felt very touched.

Hell, I'm not even forty years old, and it's too much pressure to be a doctor.

"I see that you participated in the "48th Shenzhou College Student Animation Competition", and you are about to face the problem of graduation in half a year, during this time, you have to attend classes normally, complete your thesis, graduation work, and even consider whether to continue your studies and go to society. โ€

"And you like to play science fiction games, like to read science fiction novels, and like to watch science fiction movies and television works, plus the reason for the recent stress, that's why you show anxiety, nervousness, insomnia and dreams, so these things appear in your dreams."

"In fact, this situation of you is not uncommon for previous graduates, friends are separated, and they are confused about the future......"

Dr. Wang said that he wanted "talk therapy", and he didn't let Dong Qingchen spend extra money on any tests, asked all the questions, and then asked him to do some psychological quizzes, because he also saw that Dong Qingchen's situation was too nervous and stressful.

And there is also the suspicion of putting pressure on yourself.

In this case, just go out for a walk, don't always stay in the dormitory, listen to music, watch humorous comedy, and do something relaxing.

Wang Hai has been a school doctor here for several years, this situation is really not uncommon for him, he is already quite experienced, although Dong Qingchen suffered from "graduation syndrome" a little early, but considering that he participated in a national competition, it is understandable, he did not get out of this big circle.

Generally, when encountering such a situation, they are mainly based on "talk therapy", and they can be enlightened and enlightened, without any troublesome examinations, and there is no need to let these students who are about to go to society spend those unnecessary money.

"Dr. Wang, is it really that simple?"

Because the conclusion was too simple, Dong Qingchen was really a little confused.

"Of course, what do you think?" Wang Hai said while checking the data recorded on the computer next to him.

"You say you have a mental illness, then let you go to a place, take care of the food and management office, someone to play with every day, someone to take care of, send you new clothes to wear, and many like-minded friends to chat with you, you are only responsible for being happy, the price is just to eat a few "small sugar tablets" every day, can you go? โ€

According to Dr. Wang's description, Dong thought for a moment, then shook his head violently and said, "Isn't this a mental hospital?" I'm not going. โ€

"Look, isn't this enough," Dr. Wang neatly saved the data, and then opened the block screen on the desktop in front of Dong Qingchen, "Sign it, press a handprint and go, remember to relax, don't worry too much about those things." โ€

"Oh, oh, okay, Dr. Wang."

Walked out of the school hospital in a daze, Dong Qingchen scratched his head and looked back, "Why doesn't it feel right?" โ€

"I feel like I have a Starfleet now, is that really okay?"

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