Crazy Psychologist

"Treatment fee, 200 yuan?"

When Liu Yun woke up, there was a printed receipt in front of him.

"what is this?"

Mu Chun was gone, and there was only Liu Yun in the outpatient room.

The coffee beside him was already cold, Liu Yun took out his phone and checked the time.

One p.m!

What?

I slept for more than three hours?

When I twisted my shoulders and neck, I realized that my right shoulder and back were so sore, and my neck couldn't move as if it was trapped by a thick rope.

Only the mind is awake.

What kind of therapy is this, just letting the patient fall asleep on the table?

He still slept for so long.

The doctor doesn't talk to the patient after get off work?

Liu Yun got up and walked towards the door. Beside the old wooden door frame, there was a timetable of physical and mental health care.

The outpatient hours on Saturday morning are 8:00-11:45.

It's over long ago, Dr. Mu may have left work long ago.

It would be too irresponsible to do so.

I didn't write a word and came out.

After thinking about it, I couldn't blame the doctor entirely. If he hadn't fallen asleep, how could the doctor make him fall asleep.

It seems that the lack of sleep in the past two days, after sleeping like this for a whole morning, my spirit is much better, and my mind is much clearer.

It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

As for the troublesome comments of the past two days, they disappeared with this sleep.

It can't be regarded as disappearing, at least if you don't think about it, you can't think of it at all.

It's good enough, I haven't been in such a good state for a long time.

Liu Yun really wanted to go back to the study immediately, sit by the computer, and devote himself to the creation of novels.

He looked up and drank the coffee on the table.

The taste of cold coffee flows down the throat, a bit bitter, but refreshing and refreshing.

There is no need for Coke today, a cup of coffee and a good night's sleep will complete the story of T204 anyway.

Think about it when you have a clear head, the ideas in this story should not have appeared in any novels, even if there have been similar stories, it is not a big story, it is difficult for human literature to have completely new settings, new ideas, Brand new characters.

However, this does not affect the author's writing of his own story, which is creation, writing a story with heart.

Liu Yun, who has been writing fiction for many years, suddenly thought that maybe he could try some non-fiction novels, such as his current encounter.

A patient thrown on the table in the outpatient room by the doctor.

I still don't know what's wrong with me.

Woke up to a receipt for a treatment at an outrageous price.

Such a thing is not a fiction, and it would take a long time to sit on a chair in the study and come up with such a story out of thin air.

Sitting until your waist is sore and your legs hurt may not be able to get the favor of the goddess of inspiration.

Just like those fragments in the best-selling novel "Stranger Than Fiction" written by Chuck Palahniuk, the most famous contemporary novelist, crash parties, time travel, enhanced experience ports, superpowers... wild fantasy. Stories that are stranger than fiction are actually true, based on people and events from the real world.

It is not even the gorgeous processing by the writer's pen as everyone thinks.

They flow naturally, like the wind blowing through history, bringing the taste of thousands of worlds.

Maybe when you are in your thirties, you can try to write some stories in your life.

Thinking about it, I have already passed two or three blocks, and there is Liuyun's residence just around the corner.

Speaking of which, the straight-line distance from home to the hospital is only one kilometer, and it only takes ten minutes to walk around a little detour.

Unexpectedly, at such a short distance, I would take a taxi to the hospital. I was really sick.

I don't want to stay too long in crowded places.

Writers are ghosts stalking the streets, no, maybe only a few writers are.

Liuyun is definitely one of them.

After arriving home, I was still in good spirits, and the story unfolded without any bumps.

It's been a long time since I felt so happy.

After writing until after four o'clock in the afternoon, Liu Yun felt hungry. He drank a cup of coffee all day and didn't eat anything.

Just about to order a takeaway, the editor Yuan Ming called.

"As for the previous collection of short stories, the publishing house already has plans."

Yuanming's voice was a little tired, probably because he had to work overtime on Saturday, so he was inevitably tired.

Liu Yun walked to the kitchen and agreed, "Okay, what can I do?"

As early as a year ago, Liu Yun had handed over the manuscripts, a collection of short stories of 150,000 words. After editing and screening, the final word count was about 120,000 words.

Although Yuan Ming's work efficiency is not high, he can be regarded as a responsible editor, and Liu Yun is well aware of this.

Holding the phone between his arms, Liu Yun opened the refrigerator, Yuan Ming's voice was intermittent, Liu Yun glanced at the empty refrigerator, and without looking too much, he knew that there was nothing but Coke and some leftover cans of peanut butter.

Not a single egg, not even a box of instant noodles.

"I didn't hear what you said just now."

Liu Yun walked back to the study, Yuan Ming's voice became clear again, "Do you know Song Xiaoxiao?"

"Song Xiaoxiao? Is it the author?"

Liu Yun seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't say he knew this person.

"For ~www.wuxiahere.com~ an author, newcomer."

"Newcomer?"

Yuanming paused, and there was no sound for several seconds.

Liu Yun felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he simply didn't speak.

At this time, it is better to wait for the editor to speak. Since he is calling, it is natural not to just chat with a new author.

"You still know Nongfu Shanquan."

"what?"

"It's Nongfu and Shanquan, the authors of a fantasy novel "Guanyifeng" recently published by Xintang Literature."

"I know this. In fact, Nongfu and Shanquan are two people. This is a novel co-authored by two authors. Like the famous mystery novelist Ellery Quinn, it seems to be the name of one person. It's actually two authors."

"Yes, Ellery Quinn is very famous. I mean, there are more co-publishing between these two authors now."

Yuan Ming spoke slowly and tried to keep it relaxed.

"Yeah, it's not easy to cooperate to complete a novel. I never thought that I could cooperate to create a novel like this."

"Of course, this can't be forced. Some of it is due to time. I heard that Shanquan is a more careful researcher, and Nongfu is better at promoting the plot."

"What a great collaboration."

Liu Yun agreed.

"What I mean is, can Song Xiaoxiao and Liu Yun work together to produce a collection of short stories, just recently I'm considering your plan for a collection of short stories."

What's the meaning? Could it be that the collection of independent short stories will become a collection?

"About the royalty thing..."

Liu Yun could no longer hear Yuan Ming's words clearly.

His hands began to tremble again, like the lonely old man he saw in the hospital a few days ago.