Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 29 Unhappy Things

After all the inspections, it was already 04:30 in the afternoon.

Liu Yun ate a porridge at a Cantonese-style restaurant near the hospital at noon. When the hospital was resting at noon, he was not happy to go home. He wrote a manuscript on his mobile phone in the outpatient hall.

Sitting next to him was an old man with handicapped legs and feet. He looked over 90 years old. He went to the hospital in a wheelchair, put the wheelchair away and sat next to Liuyun with a cane.

The smell of old people is always heavier than that of young people.

Liu Yun was a little disgusted. Originally, he was exhausted when writing manuscripts on his mobile phone. He didn't write a few words for half an hour.

Distracted, he got up and sat on the row of chairs opposite the old man.

At noon, the outpatient hall was fairly quiet, which was probably the only good thing.

Liu Yun is particularly envious of authors who can write manuscripts with mobile phones. It is said that some authors use mobile phones to write every day, and novels with more than 100 million words are all completed with a mobile phone.

Liu Yun could only barely write some drafts and outlines on his mobile phone, and he would have to revise it repeatedly when he went back.

Some people also say that you don't need to be too careful in writing online articles, and if you are too careful, you will not be able to guarantee the update speed.But Liu Yun was used to it carefully, and besides, he didn't think it was such a troublesome thing to revise the manuscript four times.

The trouble with him now is that his hands are always shaking, and they vibrate when they are placed on the computer keyboard.

If this problem cannot be cured, he will be disabled.

Seeing the old man sitting quietly and alone, Liu Yun thought about his future.

The future may not be as healthy as him.

After watching for a while, the old man actually dozed off. Seeing that the crutches could not hold up, the whole person was about to fall forward. He was already thin, and the wrinkled skin was wrapped around the fragile bones. .

Liu Yun put away his phone and immediately walked forward, supporting the old man who was about to fall.

"Thank... thank... huh..."

He opened his eyes in a daze, and after saying this, he leaned back against the back of the chair and continued to sleep.

I don't know if I was in a coma or sleeping.

I always feel that I am at an age when I will go west with a crane without waking up at any time.

After returning to his seat, Liu Yun wanted to work harder for a while. It would be fine if he could write another paragraph. He had to prepare for a stretching activity next week, which would inevitably lead to delays in writing.

Although he was not used to writing on mobile phones, he still opened the writing software.

Who knows, the words written before may not be saved, and all of them are gone.

Those words that I finally wrote down at noon are now gone.

Liu Yun was so depressed that he regretted coming here to see a doctor.

At this time, Chu Sisi slowly walked down the stairs, saw him with a sad face on his seat, and walked up to greet Liu Yun.

Chu Sisi doesn't seem to be very interested in literature. Like most girls, he prefers those ancient romance novels and fantasy stories, and is relatively indifferent to science fiction and Western history.

It's normal too, girls.

"What did you check this morning?"

Chu Sisi's eyes were full of tenderness.

But Liu Yun is not at all sensitive to women, not curious, not sensitive, his knowledge of women is far less than his knowledge of making rockets.

"Did an EKG and an ultrasound of the heart."

"How's it going?"

"no problem."

"No problem at all? That's great."

Liu Yun doesn't know where to go, if there is a problem, it might be fine.

Just take medicine when you are sick, and even Alzheimer's will take a long time to be so severe that you can't write a novel at all.

"You look irritable. What's wrong? Is it hard to write a book?"

Of course, it is not easy. Many people think that writing novels is easy, and they feel that they will write novels if they understand novels. In fact, it is not the same thing at all.

If it wasn't for new people coming out every day who wanted to eat a bite of novel writing, he probably wouldn't be so afraid to relax.

However, forget it, I'm used to it. If you want to make some achievements in any field these days, you have to work hard.

Liu Yun, who has always written fictional novels, sees the doctors in the hospital today, especially Mu Chun and Chu Sisi, which is very different from what he imagined.

The two of them seem to be very free, and they don't know how many patients there are in a day.

There are people who get a good salary without working too hard.

But graduating from medical school is so difficult, why not be a useful doctor, what kind of physical and mental department, it seems that it is just a place where you don't know what's wrong.

If every day is so boring and Liu Yun is not envious, such a life would be meaningless.

"Is there no heart problem at all? A little arrhythmia or something?"

Chu Si thought to look at Liu Yun's electrocardiogram report, but Liu Yun did not intend to show it to her.

"Anything unpleasant?"

When Chu Sisi asked such a question, Liu Yun didn't know how to answer.

"Happy thing?"

He asked rhetorically.

"No, I'm asking if there's anything unhappy about it recently? For example, you've been drafted, the editor embarrassed you, or I don't really understand what unhappy things writers can have."

"There's nothing to be unhappy about."

Although Dr. Chu was very beautiful, it didn't affect his heart more than the novel he wanted to write. Liu Yun was too lazy to think about Chu Sisi's words, and even wanted to find a reason for her to leave quickly.

I need solitude, I need solitude, I need you to leave me alone.

Don't bother me while I'm writing a novel, that's not too much of a request.

Because of the need for enough alone time, Liuyun has almost canceled all social interactions in real life, and unnecessary social interactions are almost completely absent.

Watching a movie or eating is all alone.

On the Internet, he is still quite active, but in reality, sometimes he doesn't say a word a day.

The brain is full of rotating gears, but the mouth is an unnecessary part.

But now, the ears can be closed just fine.

"If you have something unpleasant, you can tell us."

"There is nothing unhappy about it, it's just that the drafts I wrote before you came just now were not saved in time, and they are all gone."

"Isn't this a big hassle."

Chu Sisi frowned and blushed.

It's not her fault, why is she blushing, strange doctor.

Speaking of which, have you graduated from medical school at this age?

He looks like he's in his early 20s. Could he be a school intern?

"Then you continue to work and remember to come for a follow-up next week. Also, if you are really uncomfortable, you can come on Saturday morning. In fact, the physical and mental department is also on duty on Saturday morning."

"I shouldn't have time to do it again, I just came here today."

And it's useless.Liu Yun didn't say the last sentence, but he probably won't come back on Saturday. The inspection hasn't been finished yet, so what's the use of coming?

(End of this chapter)