MTL - Crazy Psychologist-v2 Chapter 817 late patient

Summer always passes quickly, in a hurry, in a desperate haste.

After a whole summer of treatment, Ning Tao's symptoms did not improve. Zhang Wenwen's head was full of mist from summer to winter. For half a year, he almost regarded Huayuanqiao Community Health Center as his second work unit, going to the hospital every week. Running here, I didn't miss a day except for the emergency operation that Zhinan Subsidiary had on that day.

The sun was light, and it hit the windows on the fifth floor listlessly. It was the winter solstice, and the weather around the sea was dry and clear, without the dampness and coldness of winter in the south. Such weather was very abnormal for the city around the sea.

Usually before December, the winter rain often disturbs the wintersweet. When the wintersweet blooms in the north, the branches are thin and thin, which is also called dry branch plum. . When you go to the sea, although you can see the wintersweet planted in the city, you can't find any traces of dry branches and snow. It is more like a rain plum, with small flowers covered with rain. Those who stand in the cold and drizzle with an umbrella to enjoy the flowers are mostly warm-hearted couples. Ordinary people don't have such leisurely feelings.

But this year is different. As the New Year approaches, the sun shines brightly every day, and there is no rain for more than ten consecutive days, which makes the earth even and people's hearts even.

Ever since Chu Sisi added a vinyl record player to Mu Chun's outpatient room, it has become a music outpatient room, and music therapy has also been used by Mu Chun in the treatment of patients again and again, with great results, but this method is beneficial to Ning Tao still had no effect.

Zhang Wenwen is also a vinyl lover. Every Friday afternoon when he comes to Huayuan Bridge’s physical and mental department, he will bring a piece of vinyl and put it by his side, like a book. The last time it was a piece of classical music from the Baroque period. This time It's Dvořák's Ninth Symphony.

"Tell me about today's treatment." Zhang Wenwen put down the stylus and leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets.

Chu Sisi closed the notebook and loosened her shoulders to face Zhang Wenwen, "Dr. Zhang is really more punctual than the patients."

"Doctor Chu, don't help Mu Chun change the topic. I'm waiting for Director Mu to talk about his new plan."

Mu Chun put down the book and sighed, "Hey, it's still the same."

"Haha, I lost, I lost, I lost." Zhang Wenwen laughed, with a little citizen-like complacency on the corner of his mouth.

"Losing? Did you bet?" Chu Sisi was curious.

"Guess right."

Chu Sisi shook her head, "I don't believe it, the teacher never gambles."

"I forced him to make an exception this time, but the stakes are not high." Zhang Wenwen became more and more complacent as he spoke, and looked up at the clock. Five minutes had passed since Ning Tao was supposed to appear, so he also had a feeling in his heart. A trace of worry, worried about what happened to Ning Tao on the road.

"Five minutes have passed, he won't be driving by himself again."

After Zhang Wenwen finished speaking, Mu Chun also put down the book and glanced at the time, then opened the book safely, turned to the page he just read, and then let out a foolish laugh.

"Laugh? I said Mu Chun, why don't you call Ning Tao?"

"No." Mu Chun refused.

Chu Sisi was a bit worried. In the past six months, Ning Tao was never late for the follow-up visit. Although she was only five minutes late, Chu Sisi was also a little nervous about a patient who was never late.

"Teacher, nothing really happened."

"I do not know."

"I think I'm sure to win. If I win, do you want to have dinner with Dr. Chu?" Zhang Wenwen smiled handsomely, victory is in sight, and Mu Chun is sure to lose this time.

Although their bet is the same no matter who wins or loses, Zhang Wenwen's mood is particularly bright when he thinks of winning Mu Chun.

The wind is not cold and the light is long. After Ning Tao got off the bus at Huayuan Bridge Station, he walked south along Qingtian Road. As long as he walked slowly, the world he saw would not be incomprehensible. It’s not that it’s distorted and messy and can’t put together the correct shape. If I use a metaphor to describe the world he sees, it’s the sketch world of charcoal. The outlines are thick and thin, but the boundaries between objects are clear, which will not bring him life. Too much trouble, of course, this refers to most of the time when there is no sudden aggravation of the disease.

He was supposed to show up at Mu Chun's outpatient room at the appointed time, but Ning Tao changed his mind. A familiar convenience store door opened in the distance. Grandma with limited mobility.

He said sorry, but his eyes quickly scanned the shelves. It took him some effort to finally find what he wanted in the black and white outlines. It was a pack of colorful potato chips, fragrant red stew flavor, sea salt original flavor, barbecue Spicy, spicy... Ning Tao couldn't see it clearly either, so he simply took two packs, and when he got the third one, he couldn't hold it anymore.

The clerk kindly handed him the basket, "Sir, you can put it here so you can get some."

"Thank you." Ning Tao drove the potato chips into the basket. Seeing that it was not full, he took a few more bags, which not only filled the basket, but also far exceeded the original height of the basket.

"I bought so many potato chips." The clerk said casually when checking out out of work habits.

"Well, how many bags?" Ning Tao asked.

"Twelve bags, let me put two bags for you."

"Wait, I'll get some more."

"Eh? Oh good, I don't know if there is enough on the shelf, usually there is not much, I'll make some for you, or I'll take some directly with you, do you have any requirements for taste?"

"The same taste as these twelve bags, thank you." After Ning Tao finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to pay. This simple action would have taken Ning Tao a lot of time. When looking at the screen of the mobile phone, the world will become unstable. There will be dense black curved lines. He needs to find the payment page very quickly to reduce the time his eyes stay on the screen, so that the world will not be broken quickly~www.novelbuddy.com~The clerk quickly carried two bags of potato chips Go back to the cash register and hand over the four bags to Ning Tao.

"192 yuan."

"Okay thank you."

"Is there a park or something nearby?" Ning Tao asked.

"Go straight on Qingtian Road. There is a stadium near Qingtian Primary School. The stadium is connected to a small park." The clerk replied enthusiastically.

"Okay, thank you."

Ning Tao was carrying four bags of potato chips, which were bulky but weightless. He was not familiar with this area, but according to the clerk, he just walked along Qingtian Road.

The sun lined up rows of phoenix trees with pruned branches and leaves, and the road became wider and brighter. There were not many pedestrians on the road, but the taste of the new year was getting stronger. New couplets and red decorative lanterns were hung outside the shops. Although Ning Tao couldn't see the red color, he could vaguely see some smudged red color, just like the red camellia falling from the ink landscape.