Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 31 Treatment Fees

"Treatment fee, 200 yuan?"

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

"what is this?"

Mu Chun was no longer there, and Liu Yun was the only one in the outpatient room.

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

One p.m!
what?
I slept more than three hours?

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

Only the mind is awake.

What kind of treatment is this, where the patient is allowed to fall asleep on the table?
She 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. Next to the old wooden door frame, there was a timetable for the diagnosis and treatment of the physical and mental department.

Saturday morning clinic hours are 8:00-11:45.

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

It would be too irresponsible to do so.

I came out without writing a word.

After thinking about it, I can't blame the doctor. If he didn't fall asleep, how could the doctor make him fall asleep?

It seems that these two days are really lack of sleep, so I slept for a morning, my spirit is much better, and my mind is also a lot clearer.

It's a blessing in disguise.

As for the troubled comments of the past two days, it also disappeared with this sleep.

It's not like it's gone, at least you don't have to think about it at all.

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

Liu Yun really hoped to return to the study immediately, sit next to 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 ran down the throat, a little bitter, but it was perfect for a refreshing refreshment.

No need for Coke today, a cup of coffee and a good night's sleep, anyway to finish the T204 story.

When you have a clear head, think about it, the ideas in this story should have never appeared in any novels, and even if similar stories have appeared, there are not too many stories. It is difficult for human literature to have completely new settings and new ideas. Brand new character.

However, this does not prevent the author from writing his own story. This is creation, and writing a story with heart.

Liu Yun, who has been writing fictional novels for many years, suddenly thought that maybe he could try some non-fiction novels, such as what happened to him now.

A patient thrown on a table in an outpatient clinic by a doctor.

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

I woke up to a receipt for a surprisingly expensive treatment.

This kind of thing is not fiction, and I don't know how much time it takes to come up with such a story out of thin air while sitting on a chair in the study.

Sitting until the back is sore and the legs hurt may not be able to get the blessing of the goddess of inspiration.

Just like the fragments in the best-selling novel "More Stranger Than Fiction" written by the most famous contemporary cult novelist Chuck Palahniuk, crash parties, time travel, enhanced experience ports, superpowers... wild fantasy.These stories, which are more bizarre than fiction, are actually real, from people and things in the real world.

It's not even what everyone thinks is beautifully processed by the writer's pen.

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

Maybe when you reach your [-]s, you can try to write some life stories.

After thinking about it, I have already passed two or three blocks, and just around the corner is Liu Yun's residence.

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

I didn't expect that at such a close distance, I would take a taxi to the hospital. I was really sick.

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

Writers are ghosts lurking in the streets, no, maybe only a few of them are.

Liuyun is definitely one of them.

After I got home, my spirit was still very good, and the story unfolded without any bumps.

I haven't felt so happy in a long time.

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

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

"As for the previous short story collection, the publisher has already made plans."

Yuan Ming's voice was a little tired. It was estimated that he had to work overtime on Saturday, so he was inevitably tired.

As Liu Yun walked to the kitchen, he agreed, "Okay, what do I need to do?"

As early as a year ago, Liu Yun had handed over the manuscripts, a collection of short stories of 15 words. After editing and screening, the final word count was about 12 words.

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

Holding the phone, Liu Yun opened the refrigerator, and the voice of Yuan Ming was a little intermittent. Liu Yun glanced at the empty refrigerator, and without looking at it, he knew that there was nothing but coke and some leftover cans of peanut butter.

Not a single egg, not 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.

"Yes, an author, newcomer."

"Newbie?"

Yuan Ming paused, and there was no sound for several seconds.

Liu Yun felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he simply did not speak.

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

"You still know about Nongfu Shanquan, right?"

"what?"

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

"I know this. Actually, 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. There are actually two authors."

"Yeah, Ellery Quinn is very famous. I mean, there's a lot of co-publishing between these two authors now."

Yuan Ming speaks slowly and tries to keep it light.

"Yeah, it's not easy to collaborate on a novel. I never thought that it would be possible to collaborate on a novel like this."

"Of course, this can't be forced, and some are due to time reasons. I heard that Shanquan is a more careful researcher, while Nongshiki is better at promoting the plot."

"It was a really good collaboration."

Flowing clouds echoed the road.

"I mean, can Song Xiaoxiao and Liu Yun work together to create a short story collection, just recently thinking about your short story collection plan."

What's the meaning?Is it a collection of independent short stories to become a collection?
"The thing about royalties"

Liu Yun couldn't hear the words behind Yuan Ming.

His hands began to tremble again, like the lonely old man he had seen in the hospital the other day.

(End of this chapter)