Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 51 The Unlucky Person

"I have read all of Professor Chu's books. His teaching is mainly about adding unconditional care to patients, and then listening to their thoughts, analyzing the potential things in their narratives that they have not noticed, finding the source of pain, and resolving them. , and then slowly communicate with them, gradually melt the frozen heart, and gradually heal."

"Wow, it sounds very warm, Professor Chu must be a warm man."

Chu Sisi glared at Liu Tiantian, Liu Tiantian felt that the atmosphere was not right, and went downstairs with a soda bottle.

"Teacher, will Lin Xiaogang and his mother reconcile in the future? Will he still faint like this on purpose?"

Mu Chun shook his head, expressionless.

"You don't know either?"

"I'm not a fairy, and I'm not the roundworm in their stomach, okay?"

"But I think you just know, how on earth do you know."

Maybe.

Maybe Mu Chun really knew, he didn't know where his knowledge came from. He sometimes wanted to figure it out, but it was like a mosquito bite and flew away immediately. This feeling was fleeting, and then he went back to Invest in work that goes back and forth.

at work as a psychiatrist.
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A psychiatrist's day starts with a cup of coffee with 7 ice cubes.

"Doctor, they say I'm an evil spirit."

The man was unkempt, as if he hadn't gone out for several months, his skin was as white as paper, but his nails were long and dirty.

"Doctor, have I really fallen for evil? I finally went out to see a doctor today, and I mustered up the courage to see a doctor."

Mu Chun sat in the chair, neither lying down nor leaning on him, but listened carefully to the person in front of him repeating the evil things he said 21 times.

From entering the outpatient clinic to the complete melting of the ice cubes in Mu Chun's glass, the man said the same thing 21 times.

"Bewitched."

After 21 times, Mu Chun said two words, "Zhongxie."

The man nodded, "My wife said that. Later, when we divorced, she said that I had fallen for evil."

"You are 31 years old, when did this happen?"

"It's been more than two years, and I don't know how it happened."

The man blinked, and Chu Sisi carefully watched his every movement. It looked the same as ordinary people, but it was a little different from normal people.

He looked a little nervous. Since sitting on the chair, his body has not moved, and the range of movement on the chair is less than half a centimeter.

How uncomfortable is it to sit like this?
"Don't cut your nails?"

"Well, I can't cut it."

"Let the nurse cut it for you."

Mu Chun blinked at Chu Sisi, who walked towards the patient with the nail clippers.

"Left hand first." Chu Sisi said.

"Ah, does the hospital still trim patients' nails?"

"Our doctor Chu likes to cut nails for patients, just like you like to keep nails. People will have such an extreme attitude towards nails."

"What? Is there any?"

Mu Chun nodded firmly, "Yes, the doctor said yes, of course, what am I lying to you for?"

Chu Sisi grabbed the patient's hand. Seeing that the nail clippers were about to cut off, the patient suddenly pulled out his hand.

"No, I don't want it, I won't cut it."

"Can I still see a doctor tomorrow? I need frequent follow-up visits for physical and mental illnesses."

Mu Chun quickly recorded it on the computer, while the patient stared at the table in front of him without looking anywhere else.

He is like a robot, yes, Chu Sisi thinks this description is more appropriate, he is like a robot, and a robot with relatively low-level programming.

"My wife and I got divorced because I was a villain, and their whole family thought I was a villain. I was about to be promoted, and suddenly one day, it occurred to me that I couldn't wash my hair, cut my nails, or even take a shower. ."

"So you haven't showered in more than two years?"

Mu Chun didn't look at the man, just stared at his screen and asked questions.

The man didn't look at Mu Chun either, just stared at a small piece of desktop in front of him and answered questions.

It seemed that only when looking at this tabletop could a man answer Mu Chun's question.

"Two years and 21 days, I only go out on 21 days or a multiple of 21 days."

"So the next follow-up visit will be in seven days?"

"Yes, I haven't looked at the calendar for more than two years. I count the time with 7 days of 21 days."

"And what about 14 days?"

The man suddenly raised his head and looked horrified, "It's not good for 14 days, it's not good luck."

"What's unlucky?"

The coffee changed from ice to room temperature, and Mu Chun didn't even take a sip.

"Unlucky, 14, 14 is unlucky."

The man answered cautiously, as if what he said would offend some god.

After that, there was another annoying silence.

The phoenix tree outside the window made a hula-la sound, and the autumn wind blew the autumn sunshine. It had not rained for a week, let alone two years without a bath, even if it was a week without a bath, Chu Sisi could not imagine it.

"14 is not auspicious, so I guess, 42 is not auspicious, and you can't go out for a follow-up on the day of 42."

"Yes."

A man's voice, a thin hairspring.

"Why can't the nails be cut? Did it offend something? Gui soul? Sprite? Or someone who died?"

A ray of light suddenly appeared from the chaos in the man's eyes looking at Mu Chun.

The light was fleeting, and soon dimmed again.

Mu Chun closed his lips tightly when he didn't speak, his expression solemn.

It was the first time Chu Sisi saw him so quiet.

On weekdays, even when I don't speak, I don't have such a deep sense of depression.

The atmosphere in the outpatient room also became tense and weird.

It's still autumn in September, but there is a kind of desolation in winter. The white walls are like the lake surface of Hokkaido in winter, revealing a bottomless silence.

The morning light was clearly warm, and there was no air-conditioning in the room, but with this man as the center, a chill spread around.

"42, is also unlucky."

Mu Chun repeated it, speaking very slowly, sounding the illusion of intermittent.

"Yeah, bad luck. I've never told anyone, but that's how it feels, bad things will happen, so I won't go out for 42 days."

"What about 49? It must not be safe, right?"

"49 is the scariest."

The man covered his mouth with his hand, lowered his head, and his hair like a bird's nest touched the table.

"49, you know, it's easy to guess."

"Well, 49 is the seventh week dead, it's superstitious, but something always sounds chilling in the back."

The man nodded vigorously, and a glimmer of light flashed again in his dark eyes.

This time, Chu Sisi saw clearly, the light was not so bright, it was just a slight movement in his dull and dull eyes.

Some of this person's thoughts seem to be somewhat familiar.

(End of this chapter)