Crazy Psychologist: Chapter 261 drug addiction

It's hard to guess what this woman is thinking.

"Is the stomachache still serious?" Fang Ming asked.

"It's not too serious, but now I have a headache, which is very painful." Qiu Ping's eyes are super big, and the small face and big eyes are as distressing as the characters in the second dimension.

"Headache? Didn't sleep well?"

"Could be, I still want some painkillers."

After Qiu Ping finished speaking, Fang Ming felt angry for a while. Hearing the word painkiller, Fang Ming felt uncomfortable all over, as if the medicine had become a knife, a knife that cut through the heart of a pure girl.

And the knife was actually handed out by him.

"Have you finished taking all those painkillers? Didn't you take medicine for this headache?"

"Eat it, it will feel better after eating it, but after eating it, I sometimes have to take it when I have dysmenorrhea, so painkillers are almost everything for me."

Fang Ming looked at Qiu Ping's face, he was wearing pink makeup, and couldn't tell what was really going on.

"Would you like to go for another examination to see what's going on with the headache? Is it on the forehead or temple or somewhere? Throbbing or persistent pain?"

Qiu Ping hesitated for a while, and said, "This way." She put her hand behind her right ear and turned her head slightly so that Fang Ming could see more clearly.

"It's here, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts for a long time, then it doesn't hurt, and then it starts to hurt again after a while."

Qiu Ping was very serious when he spoke, as if he was really in pain.

But Fang Ming couldn't trust her anyway, the trust suddenly disappeared, how can a doctor see a doctor if he doesn't believe the patient's description of his condition.

Fang Ming felt a little troubled.

It was the first time Shen Zifeng, who was sitting across from Fang Ming, was at a loss when he saw Fang Ming. I thought it might be because I was too tired from the night shift the day before, so I should go back to rest earlier.

"Or I'll come."

Shen Zifeng said softly.

Fang Ming shook his hand, "It's okay, maybe your proposal is good."

Shen Zifeng blinked his small mung bean eyes and thought to himself, "My proposal is good? What did I propose?"

Before Shen Zifeng could figure it out, Fang Ming had already held Qiu Ping's medical insurance card and medical records, "Come on, follow me."

As Fang Ming said, he stood up and walked towards the door. Shen Zifeng really wanted to see what happened, but a patient came in, so he had to take care of the patient's needs first.

Qiu Ping followed Fang Ming all the way from the second floor to the fifth floor. When he reached the fifth floor, Qiu Ping couldn't move anymore and felt dizzy and weak.

"Are you okay?" Fang Ming asked.

"Nothing, nothing, probably a little tired."

Fang Ming thought to himself, it was obvious that he had bled too much, how could he not be tired, and this headache was probably related to too much blood loss.

"Doctor Mu, one of my patients needs your help to diagnose."

When Fang Ming was speaking, Mu Chun was immersed in the novel, and saw Fang Ming coming in, followed by a girl who was about the size of a primary school student, and felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

what happened?

Before Mu Chun had time to think about it, Fang Ming pulled a chair for Qiu Ping to sit down, and began to introduce: "This is Dr. Mu Chun, and this is the Department of Psychology and Psychology. Next, Dr. Mu will treat you. You can tell Dr. Mu about any discomfort."

"But...why...what?" Qiu Ping looked bewildered.

"Ah, because some pain may be a physical and mental problem, not just a physical disease, it may also be related to emotions, tension or sadness. These symptoms need to be treated by a physical and mental doctor."

What Fang Ming said was clear and logical, but Qiu Ping half understood it.

Mu Chun reluctantly hid the novel in a drawer, looked at the medical insurance card in Fang Ming's hand, and Fang Ming immediately understood what Mu Chun meant, "Doctor Mu, I will trouble you, Qiu Ping is my boss. The patient is sick, please take care of me, I will ask the nurse to transfer you over to the registration office."

Qiu Ping became more and more confused when the two talked to each other.

After Fang Ming left, Mu Chun asked lazily, "Are you going to prescribe painkillers?"

"Ah? How did the doctor know?" Qiu Ping asked in surprise, "Did Doctor Fang Ming tell you about my condition?"

Mu Chun's expression was even more surprised than Qiu Ping's, "No, don't you have a wound on your wrist? The gauze hasn't been removed yet. This kind of wound is very painful, and it hurts even if you move it a little."

When Mu Chun said this, Qiu Ping immediately pinched his wrist with the other hand, and stretched the sleeves of the sweater a little, trying to cover the gauze on his wrist.

Could it be? Mu Chun's chest tingled again, and the feeling was stronger than before. Could it be that the warning happened again?

Mu Chun stared at Qiu Ping. The two huge eyes on Qiu Ping's face were like two broken flashlight bulbs.

Ah, to gaze into the abyss, to gaze into the abyss.

Mu Chun encouraged herself.

It's a pity that the [Memory Gaze] function still hasn't been triggered.

Mu Chun complained a hundred times in her heart, what's the use of not being able to play combo skills at all.

Forget it, relying on equipment is worse than relying on myself, after all, I am a man with an IQ of 260.

Thinking of this, Mu Chun cheered up a little bit, Qiu Ping still looked at Mu Chun innocently and seemed to say, "I just came here to ask for some painkillers."

"Is there anything uncomfortable recently? In the past six months or a year, has there been any discomfort?" Mu Chun asked.

"I don't sleep well. I can't fall asleep at night, especially after drinking milk tea during the day. Nothing else is special."

Mu Chun stood up and opened the refrigerator, and poured Qiu Ping a glass of milk~www.mtlnovel.com~Do you want to heat it up, it's a bit cold. "

Mu Chun said with concern.

"Well, well...it doesn't matter..."

"What kind of work do you usually do? Do you work late and suffer from insomnia?"

"No, I usually work as a graphic model. Usually, the work can be finished by eight o'clock in the evening. If it is earlier, it will be around five o'clock. It depends on the amount of shooting that day."

Qiu Ping explained slowly.

"Is it similar to the fashion models on Taobao? I heard that those models are very hardworking. Some have to change clothes 50 times a day, change styles according to different clothing styles, make up and remove makeup, more than ten times a day. This job is amazing. It's not easy."

Mu Chun explained seriously and logically, Qiu Ping raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his two big eyes were slightly smaller, looking much gentler.

"I can't help it. I don't know anything else. I stopped studying for a long time. After coming here, I can only shoot product advertisements with a sister in my old hometown. But I have been very smooth, especially in the millennium and last year. The income is not bad. It’s just that after the beginning of the year, the income has become unstable.”

"Why is it suddenly unstable?"

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