Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 470 The Nature of Fang Ming's Fear
Mu Chun guessed that Fang Ming's fear was not an obsessive concept of numbers.

This is different from the compulsive counting of obsessive-compulsive disorder patients. Fang Ming's fear of numbers should be more of a fear in certain situations.

For example, medical school stories... It is not uncommon for doctors to pay more attention to a certain bed because there have been many unexplained incidents in a certain bed... Such things are not uncommon.

"Is it also because of this reason?" Mu Chun asked, "Or is there some other reason? For example, it is related to a certain patient?"

Fang Ming's sadness suddenly emerged from seriousness to the whole room and diffused. Mu Chun hoped that Fang Ming could let the sadness in his body surface as much as possible, but Fang Ming still seemed to be struggling, wanting to control them .

It turned around so that Mu Chun couldn't see his eyes. He looked out the window, but the scenery outside the window didn't look at him.

Fang Ming learned about the professor three days ago. The professor called him and said that he had gone to another big hospital in the north to receive a transplant operation.

Fang Ming felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The professor sounds in good spirits, and he is very confident in himself, saying that he has found the best team in China, and there is a relatively high probability of success.

The professor's voice on the phone even had a hint of cheerfulness, as if he was about to say - let's have dinner together when I get better.

In Fang Ming's mind, the professor has always been such a decisive, strong person who will think of a way at any time.

But would this kind of surgery really be better than the treatment plan Fang Ming designed for him?

Fang Ming didn't have an answer.

He felt a throbbing pain in his back and suffered from insomnia that night, and even had a brief trance during the operation the next day.

Fang Ming, who has always had high demands on himself, was very vigilant in discovering his own problems, but fortunately, no terrible results were caused.

In normal times, Fang Ming might not be so sensitive to bed No. 15, but now, his plump forehead is covered with haze.

"I just want to avoid some things as much as possible. It's best not to go to that bed. Besides, patients can't wait." Fang Ming said.

"It's not good for doctors to spread such superstitious beliefs." Mu Chun said with emotion.

"That's right, it's not just bad, it's really bad." Fang Ming smiled, pinching a pinellia leaf with his fingers.

Mu Chun had never seen such a depressed expression.

"Actually, I also think that this kind of thing can be avoided if possible." Mu Chun said, "It's just that there is no way to talk directly to the patient's family members, right... If you say it directly, the patient's family members may not be willing to choose bed 15."

"I can't say that. Besides, other doctors don't think this way. It's my own problem. I'm probably sick, maybe physically and mentally. Shen Zifeng is really smart. He called you here. Mu Chun is a bit like a doctor now. Firefighters, go wherever you need to go."

Fang Ming tried to make a joke, but inadvertently reached into his pocket, took out his phone and checked it several times.

As if Fang Ming had a premonition that something would happen, his cell phone rang, and then he looked at Mu Chun, hesitating whether to press the answer button.

"Professor?" Mu Chun asked.

Fang Ming nodded, feeling uneasiness floating in the outpatient room, emitting a burning smell.

Fang Ming's hands trembled, as if they were bound by barbed chains.

"Hey", as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was broken.

Silence, gloom, backache that wants to cry but has no tears.

"The operation is complete." Fang Ming squeezed out a few words, using a lot of strength.

"It's within your expectation." Mu Chun said softly.

There was a sad smile on the corner of Fang Ming's mouth, this kind of smile was more painful than crying.

He didn't complain about why the professor insisted on going his own way, everything seemed to be within Fang Ming's expectations, so he wasn't sad, he didn't know how to be sad at all.

If tragedy is foreseen, people may lose the ability to grieve.

Become a prisoner stuck in the jail, trapped.

Getting him to let that emotion out first is an important part.

"Tell me about his situation, how is it now?" Mu Chun tried to say.

Fang Ming sat down, held his mobile phone and hit his forehead twice, "I was wrong... I have been thinking about what I said at dinner that day, if I hadn't said that, if I had given the professor a clearer hope , Will he still be in the Zhinan Affiliated Hospital, will he choose this kind of operation that has not yet been matured, will the result not be like this."

Although Mu Chun is not a surgeon, he also understands the terrible disease of pancreatic cancer, which is a near-death disease. Even if it is an operation, the immature operation may speed up the action of the devil and make the patient who can survive more quickly. towards death.

The professor's situation should be the most terrifying one.

"It's not your fault, Fang Ming." Mu Chun said.

Fang Ming shook his head, a doctor's self-confidence was almost completely shattered.

"It's not your fault, Fang Ming!" Mu Chun said again.

"No, if I didn't say that at the time, I should be able to lie a little bit, I can do this, I shouldn't just because he is a professor, I shouldn't think that we can talk about it just because he is also a medical student. Discuss his condition like a medical case, Mu Chun...I..."

"It's not your fault, it's his decision." Mu Chun looked at Fang Ming who was about to collapse, and told him clearly that it was not his fault.

At this time, no one is powerless.

"The professor certainly didn't blame you." Mu Chun asked.

Fang Ming shook his head, "His voice is very weak. It's only been three days. If I follow my treatment method, he may live to be a year old. He..."

"Live with dignity, Dr. Fang. Sometimes patients want both a longer life and a dignified life. They want to control their own destiny. Professors want to control their own destiny and want to be dignified. What he wants is a life he can decide for himself. Think about why he returned to China alone, why he found you, and why he left alone. A strong man wants to control his life until the last moment. This is not trust. It is not a question of who is right and who is wrong. In the face of death, everyone needs to choose. The professor has the opportunity to choose, and he also chooses. You still have many patients. They may not have the opportunity to choose at all. They have their tracheotomy , were taken to the ICU, and were required to undergo surgery. They couldn’t speak, they couldn’t control their lives, they couldn’t control their lives, they couldn’t control their deaths.

Director Fang, you still have many patients waiting for you. They expect you to recover and bring hope. We have no reason to be depressed to affect our work. This is our professional mission and human principle. "

I don't know how much Fang Ming listened to. Mu Chun believes that he won't cheer up so quickly, but he can't fall down so easily either.

(End of this chapter)