Crazy Psychologist

So in order to try her luck at the hospital today, Hong Ling got up at two o'clock. Now her eyes are red and her head is dizzy. She just hopes that the doctor can give her a miracle.

In fact, Hong Ling doesn't really expect any miracles. There may have been one before.

A very good person once wrote her a reply. Hong Ling wrote to that teacher three times, and the teacher replied twice, and finally disappeared.

I can't log in to the forum where I know my teachers.

Hong Ling felt that she had made almost no progress in these days. Not only had she failed to live up to the help the teacher had given her, but she had also failed to live up to the promise she had made.

I don't know what's going on, why is she the one who has to suffer all this?

Hong Ling shook his head and put his hands in the pockets on both sides of his white coat. The expression on his face was very small, with almost no emotion or joy.

A more accurate description is that time on this face seems to pass very slowly, as if it has been cut into countless thin fragments. Time lingers and hesitates on each fragment, as if each fragment is a huge building with complicated roads. The city has no direction, keeps going in circles, always getting lost.

"Can you drink some hot milk? Didn't you have breakfast?"

Muchun stood up, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of milk.

Hong Ling was at a loss again. Is this...a hospital?

She carefully looked around, which was a bit difficult for her. She rarely moved her eyes in such a wide range. She didn't know when Hong Ling started to not dare to look very far away, nor did she dare to look far away. After seeing too many things, she had a deep hidden uneasiness that she couldn't explain or understand.

It's too trivial to say it out loud. Who would read her rambling letter of a few thousand words and then seriously reply to a letter of 10,000 words like that teacher did.

It could be said that Hong Ling really had no hope of coming to the hospital to see the doctor today.

Although it was only a 20-minute walk from her home to Huayuanqiao Community Health Center, Hong Ling regretted it from the moment she stepped into the hospital.

The doctor who was so popular on the Internet seemed a bit slovenly, and the clinic on the fifth floor didn't look like a normal hospital clinic, but fortunately the doctor seemed to be quite polite.

"No, I've had breakfast." Hong Ling lied.

"Can I take a look at the medical insurance card?"

Hong Ling nodded, took out the medical record from his pocket, and then took out the medical insurance card from the medical record. He held both ends of the card with both hands and handed it to Mu Chun, acting in an unusually respectful manner as if he were handing out a business card.

"Are you a sophomore or junior in high school now?" Mu Chun looked at the medical record card and asked.

"Second year of high school." Hong Ling put his hands back into his coat pockets.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"I am."

What should I say? Hong Ling regretted it again. He really shouldn't have come to the hospital. Why did he come to the hospital? He didn't know how to tell the doctor.

However, maybe this doctor can do something about it. The internet says that the psychosomatic doctors here are very powerful.

Hong Ling hesitated, and Muchun didn't look at her. He looked at the medical record card. There was only one page in the medical record card, which was the record of Hong Ling's visit to the hospital two years ago when he suddenly got gastroenteritis.

"Are you sleeping well?" Muchun started a routine consultation.

Hong Ling nodded slowly, "I don't know what to say, just let it go."

In fact, Hong Ling wanted to say that sleeping is the happiest time, because as soon as she wakes up, the world is not right, and the high walls begin to squeeze the space around her, making her range of activities smaller and smaller.

"Why did you come to the hospital today?" Muchun asked.

"Walking." Hong Ling replied.

"What time did you get up?" Muchun asked again.

"Ah?" Hong Ling couldn't believe his ears.

Do you want to answer truthfully? Hong Ling couldn't make up his mind.

"Did you encounter any difficulties before going out?"

"this."

"Do you have any weird ideas that prevent you from doing anything?" Mu Chun looked at Hong Ling with both eyes. Hong Ling couldn't avoid Mu Chun's gaze and had no choice but to nod.

"I cleaned the room before going out, mainly my hair."

"Hair?" Mu Chun scratched his hair.

Hong Ling wanted to laugh again, but didn't know how to smile. He bit his lip with his front teeth and felt something weird - this doctor was weird.

"Are you losing your hair? Ah, the pressure of studying in high school is too great. Hair loss is also normal."

"Yes." Hong Ling nodded in relief.

"What about gastrointestinal function? Judging from the medical records, the gastroenteritis two years ago was probably due to eating bad food." Mu Chun said while looking at the case.

"Yes, I ate ice cream. I ate too much at that time, and then..."

Hearing that he had eaten too much ice cream, Muchun said excitedly, "I've had it too. Once I went to a buffet and the ice cream was free, and it was Haagen-Dazs. You know this ice cream, right?"

Hong Ling's face turned slightly red, "Of course, of course I know, it's very expensive."

"Yes, and all flavors are free. Hundreds of Haagen-Dazs ice creams were piled up in front of me. Do you know how many I ate?"

Hong Ling shook his head.

"I ate 35 of them."

Not to mention Hong Ling was a little surprised, even Chu Sisi was a little scared.

Even if you eat 35 pieces of the smallest portion of Haagen-Dazs ice cream, that’s still a bit too much. If you eat all the flavors, it’s only about ten. After three and a half rounds, you can’t eat like this no matter how delicious it is. .

Hearing what the doctor said, Hong Ling wanted to laugh, but the corners of her mouth were stiff and she didn't know how to smile. She could only reply politely, "I ate six of them."

"How cute are six? The mini ones or the normal ones?" Mu Chun gestured with his hands.

"The normal size ones are the ones sold in convenience stores outside." Hong Ling said.

"Can you tell me how you only ate six?" Muchun asked curiously.

"I" Hong Ling wanted to say but didn't dare.

"Let me tell you first, I don't know what happened that time, but I swear, I really didn't eat 35 ice creams just because the ice cream was free."

Mu Chun raised his hand and said confidently.

Chu Sisi glanced at Muchun with suspicion, then lowered her head, as if she had been reading seriously.

"It's because, I don't know what happened at the time, but I always felt uneasy while eating. For various reasons, mainly the color and taste. I thought that after eating chocolate flavor, I would eat strawberry flavor, and then mint flavor, but after eating Something seemed wrong after the mint flavor. I wanted to eat the mango flavor. Then I suddenly felt that this order was not good. I should eat the strawberry flavor first, then the mint flavor, and then the chocolate flavor. In this order, I ate it last. One of the flavors happened to be blueberry, on that ice cream mountain. These flavors were connected in order to form the shape of the letter M, so I ate them in this order, and I almost reached this point."

Muchun stopped suddenly.