Crazy Psychologist: Chapter 519 between sadness and inspiration

Although Fang Ming just said a very ordinary sentence, why did Mu Chun feel a chill on his back, as if he was touched by the cold palm of a monster on his neck.

Mu Chun found that Fang Ming's eyes were dull and dull. Although he looked the same as usual, there was no brilliance in his eyes.

Mu Chun raised his head and looked around, until Fang Ming complained, "Are there flies or mosquitoes on it?"

"No, no, Director Fang's words are wrong. I want to say that everything in this restaurant is good except for the lighting. Look into my eyes." After Mu Chun finished speaking, he put down his chopsticks and brought his face closer to Fang Fang's eyes.

"Don't get so close, watch out for infectious diseases." Fang Ming retreated in disgust.

"Director Fang's eyes don't have any light at all. Check to see if there is any light in my eyes." Mu Chun moved his face closer as he spoke.

"Okay, you have, you have, your eyes are full of light, the light of moonlight."

Fang Ming couldn't stand Mu Chun, so he could only answer his question.

"Is this how you treat mental and physical patients? All kinds of nonsense?"

"I'm asking you about light, light. You slept for three days last week, and there was no light in your eyes. I would suspect that there is something wrong with your eyes or some disease in your liver." Mu Chun continued to talk.

"you......"

"Since you invited me to dinner, you must be getting treatment for free, so what is Dr. Fang Ming going to tell me? About the professor?" Mu Chun took the opportunity to get to the point.

Fang Ming didn't answer, and drank a whole glass of water. It was the night before I received the professor's call. Fang Ming had just finished taking a shower and was about to read a medical book when his cell phone rang. It was the professor's call, but Fang Ming didn't even dare to answer it.

He knew too well that this phone call would not be a good thing. Although there are many medical miracles in the world, but the disease of pancreatic cancer is too close to the devil, it is difficult for Fang Ming to convince himself that a miracle will happen.

The professor's voice on the other end of the phone became weaker and weaker. He said that after thinking about it, he still wanted to call Fang Ming, although his own voice was almost unrecognizable.

"I might be admitted to intensive care in a while, maybe tonight, I already have a hunch that a doctor should believe in miracles, but it is really impossible to expect miracles to happen to me, I never thought about whether to follow your advice and stay It will be better in Zhinan than it is now, it should be said that it is better in any way.”

Fang Ming choked with sobs, and could only listen to the professor's intermittent voice, weak and weak, not at all similar to the professors of the past.

"Well, I know, no, I don't know, I'm sorry..." Fang Ming said without thinking.

"My wife and children are here, I have no regrets or complaints, my life is considered wonderful, I can give you some encouragement, although in the end I still didn't learn the lesson of death well.

Another reason I called you was that I was afraid that you would be devastated. I left Zhinan on my own initiative without telling you, and I decided to accept a new surgical treatment plan without discussing it with you. This matter has nothing to do with you... ...I mean don't blame me for what happened to you. "

Speaking of this, the professor's voice disappeared, and then Fang Ming heard his least favorite voice on the phone, the voice from an instrument that determines whether a person lives or dies with monotonous colors and tones.

There was silence and then noise. Fang Ming heard the nurse's shout on the phone, and heard the voice of the professor's wife coming, "Help, it can be saved, it can be rescued..."

Hearing this, Fang Ming hung up the phone and fell on the bed in a daze. After dawn, Fang Ming knew that everything was over.

"The professor is gone, are you really not well, can't you work hard?" Mu Chun swallowed a sweet and sour strips, and asked with a smack of mouth.

"I haven't, I'm fine." Fang Ming replied.

"Then show me your meal." Mu Chun said as he took another sip of Jiuniang Yuanzi.

"Why are you so good at eating?" Fang Ming frowned, seeing that Mu Chun's eating style was somewhat similar to that of the professor that day. The professor also ordered a table of dishes. He was very interested in everything at first, but ended up eating. I couldn't eat it after a few bites.

This Mu Chun is not only interested in every dish, but also how he tastes so delicious.

Fang Ming didn't have any appetite at first, but when he saw Mu Chun's mouth smacking, he felt as if he wanted to take a bite too.

"Eat, eat well, I believe that your psychological quality has passed the test. Eat, eat." Mu Chun urged, while filling himself with a bowl of Jiuniang Yuanzi.

"Psychological quality passed? I think I handled it very well. You see, I still arranged the operation at Zhinan's side. I also finished the outpatient clinic for the patients who were delayed here. Also, I helped Dr. Jiang Hong in the morning. I didn't make any mistakes when I was busy, and I shouldn't have any mistakes when I was doing surgery in Zhinan..."

"Nothing? Didn't the professor's matter affect your operation? Didn't your hands shake? Didn't your wrist feel suddenly weak? The sound of instruments in the operating room didn't disturb your mind. Are you sure that every part of the operation is as clean as usual? Net perfectly accurate? Are you sure you weren't distracted? Didn't your distraction cause the patient to take longer to recover? Are you sure you didn't become superstitious and refuse to admit patients at bed 15 because of the prof thing? Do you think you both Have you managed it?" After Mu Chun asked a series of questions, he ate the prawns.

Fang Ming has been a doctor for a long time and has never been questioned like this. Even when the family members of the 15th bed quarreled with the hospital, he was never so flustered as he is now. Did Mu Chun give him too much face by talking like this?

Thinking of this, Fang Ming suddenly felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of his heart, and loudly denied, "There is nothing wrong with what you said."

The voice was so loud that everyone at the neighboring table cast contemptuous glances at Fang Ming.

"What are you looking at?" Fang Ming complained.

"Want to curse?" Mu Chun said with a smile.

"Nothing ~www.mtlnovel.com~ doesn't."

"Then eat quickly. If you don't eat, I'll finish eating." Mu Chun said that he hiccupped too loudly, and was stared at by the next table.

Mu Chun waved at Fang Ming.

Fang Ming sat there indifferently.

"Come here, come here, and whisper." Mu Chun said anxiously.

Fang Ming leaned forward angrily, while Mu Chun simply stood up, leaned into Fang Ming's ear and said, "Have you seen the red Ford outside the door?"

Fang Ming looked sideways, and there was indeed a red Ford.

Mu Chun said again: "This car belongs to the guy who rolled his eyes. I will go out and scratch his car later."

When Fang Ming heard this, his whole body was—

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