Chapter 430 If You Hadn't Said It Wasn't My Fault

"Is this this kind of thing? The muscles and brain have developed some kind of motor reflex. Anyway, when you see something flying over, you suddenly know what to do." Mu Chun explained. To be honest, he himself was not sure whether this principle was true. That's what happened.

"Okay, stop making trouble, this is a hospital." Mu Xiao coughed, turned around and sat back in his seat. "So, don't you think it's wrong? Mozart should be a Tourette's patient, that's what I think, and Howard Hughes must be obsessive-compulsive disorder. There is no doubt that I have always advocated and insisted that psychosomatic treatment should not It should be limited to chemical treatment, surgical treatment, various behavioral treatments, psychoanalytic treatments or cognitive therapies. Instead, it should integrate the patient's internal and external aspects and place the patient in his life rather than in his living environment. Putting it into a vacuum environment for treatment, a large part of our treatment is to allow the patient to return to life, of course, this may always be ideal. "

"There is nothing wrong with being idealistic. It is like this. It is not just the efforts of the psychosomatic doctors and the patients themselves. We also need to fight for more people who can win, such as patients' families, such as community residents, and the understanding of one thing by the whole people. Mental health awareness, for example, strengthening the professional level of suicide crisis interventionists, these are things we should consider. If we don't think about it, how many people will think about it?" Mu Chun said seriously, as if these words were his. Said the same thing countless times.

Mu Xiao saw the familiar Mu Chun on Mu Chun's face, the innocent Mu Chun, the kind Mu Chun and the Mu Chun who believed deeply in the path he was taking.

But she also knew that Muchun had doubted that all his expectations and efforts were wrong, in vain, and meaningless. He was sad, desperate and even lost.

The Mu Chun now is so valuable, so perseverant, shining with wisdom and calmness. This is the Mu Chun she loves deeply.

But Mu Xiao knows that Mu Chun's situation may not always be like this. At the beginning of last year, he fell ill again, a state like a brain restart, and he was accompanied by partial memory loss after waking up.

Fortunately, he did not lose his experience and knowledge.

Thank God, he had forgotten all those hesitations, denials and fears, although he also seemed to have forgotten Mu Xiao.

Professor Chu has been researching for a long time but there is no good way. Of course Mu Xiao cannot wait for others to protect Mu Chun. Although the progress of some of the already promising research will be slightly slower after returning to China, she can stay with Mu Chun to protect her. Muchun is here, whether as a colleague, as a peer, or as an old classmate, at least she can always be by his side to accompany him to deal with many, many things.

"I seem to remember that when we went to Sweden, we also visited a patient with Tourette syndrome. I have already remembered the situation at that time." Mu Chun said, quickly flipping through the notebook.

Mu Xiao reminded Mu Chun that the case about the great Swedish obstetrician and gynecologist was not in the notebook but in the portfolio.

This doctor's name is Robert Dick, an obstetrician and gynecologist in a small town in Sweden. Professor Chu heard about this patient from a professor of neurology when he was communicating in Europe. At that time, Chu Xiaofeng talked about this patient from time to time. Doctors who have to perform many small movements are very curious. It is possible that a person whose muscles suddenly twitch, blink his eyes constantly, and even jump from time to time according to the professor of neurology, can actually become an obstetrician and gynecologist?

As we all know, doctors need meticulous, focused and professional technical qualities, but how can such a person who can't even stand quietly complete obstetrics and gynecology surgery?

With such curiosity, Chu Xiaofeng told Mu Chun about the patient after returning to China. At that time, Mu Chun was troubled by Xiao Lanping's matter, so the professor asked him to contact him and see if he could visit and take a look. How does a doctor grow up?

Later, the professor was unable to visit the patient because he was busy with the school's teaching work. Mu Xiao and Mu Chun got such an opportunity, and accompanied by the internationally renowned neurology professor, they went to the small town of Hakome in Sweden.

It was April, and the vehicle passed through the lyrical and beautiful town and came to the obstetrics and gynecology ward of Hacome Central Hospital.

As soon as they walked into the corridor of the ward area, Mu Chun and Mu Xiao recognized Dr. Robert because a doctor wearing light green surgical clothes was touching his ears and kicking his feet back and forth against the wall. Foot line.

His movements have a strange rhythmic beauty, as if every movement must be symmetrical and even.

The professor joked, "Are you a very energetic male doctor? He just likes to have a couple for everything."

"What should I do when giving birth? It's impossible for all mothers to give birth to twins. Most of them are just one." Mu Xiao said.

Before the professor could answer Mu Xiao, Robert jumped up to the three of them and said, "Hi, I heard that a beautiful medical student is here." Robert greeted humorously and enthusiastically.

"Hi, yes, we want to come and discuss a job with you." Mu Xiao replied in fluent English.

"That's great. My girlfriend just left me because she couldn't stand my insistence on symmetry, and I'd love to be able to work with beautiful colleagues at a time like this."

Robert joked in a measured way.

The first impression given to Mu Chun and Mu Xiao was that Robert was not excluded by others in the hospital, and his daily work was a particularly pleasant thing for him.

Robert generously introduced his daily work to everyone. When he spoke, he would poke the wall next to him or the notebook in his hand from time to time. If these things were not there, he would be a little irritable.

This irritability appeared suddenly, that is, Robert looked normal in the previous second, but he was moving a lot and jumping around, but in the next second he suddenly became very irritable and bored, as if the whole world was not right for him.

He began to try to find something that could be poked and tapped. If he couldn't find it, Robert would touch his ears repeatedly, 10 times on the left and 10 times on the right, and then kick his feet alternately every time when the number reached an even number.

Mu Chun observed that Robert would repeat this set of movements until he thought that every beat was at the right point. When the hand touched the ear for the second time, the foot must kick out once. The two movements must be completely synchronized. If there was an advance or delay, they had to start over.

If it was wrong a few times, Robert would be very upset. Many people might give up confidence in something that could not succeed after repeated attempts and stop doing it!

But Robert was different. He was irritable, and he was busy with these things while being irritable and angry.

After he finished, he told everyone contentedly, "I feel a little more relaxed. Really, it doesn't happen often anymore. Maybe it's because of the breakup with my girlfriend."

Robert's optimism is still fresh in people's memory. He also did not shy away from talking about the fact that he had several girlfriends who broke up with him because of these weird little problems.

The professor said that his girlfriends were all very beautiful and they all liked his weird look at first. Some people would find it very interesting.

"Yes, I look like a monkey with good spirits, but I am completely different when I am doing surgery. Do you want to see my surgery process?" At Robert's invitation, Mu Chun and Mu Xiao had the opportunity to participate in a surgery performed by Dr. Robert the next day.

Mu Chun and Mu Xiao were looking forward to seeing him not look like a happy monkey. The professor smiled and patted Mu Chun on the shoulder, "It was beyond all my imagination when I saw it for the first time."

Mu Chun was even more excited when the professor said this.

That night, Dr. Robert invited everyone to his house for a beer. The professor was very happy about this, saying that he had quit drinking for many years and it was rare for him to have a drink again.

When Dr. Robert heard that the professor had quit drinking for many years, he immediately shook his head and said, "Then you should eat meatballs. Meatballs and Coke are also good choices."

"Before I get off work, you should go buy three cups, because I am not used to others using my cups. Is this request okay?"

After Robert asked, the three nodded, and then there was this red snowflake pattern cup.

Mu Chun remembered everything now.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, Robert prepared meatballs, mashed potatoes, smoked salmon, a large plate of vegetables and some Mexican nachos for everyone.

Robert did not let anyone enter the kitchen. He said that he had some mysophobia. If a stranger entered the kitchen, he would feel that all the food placed outside was no longer clean.

Mu Xiao asked, so now we strangers are sitting here, and the food is exposed to everyone. Are these foods not clean and cannot be eaten?

Robert shook his head, "No, I'm not that serious, it's just that the kitchen is special."

Mu Chun understood that he had his own set of rules, and Robert didn't like to change these rules. Changes would make him flustered and nervous, which was one of the reasons why he might not find it easy to find a suitable marriage partner, although Robert revealed in his conversation that he still wanted to have a wife because he liked children.

As for the number of children, Robert smiled and gestured 2.

The professor joked that 4 is also an even number, or 6. Robert shook his head awkwardly, saying that 2 is still the most perfect, and if possible, 8 is also OK.

This is a joke, and Robert laughed out loud after he finished speaking.

Because the content of the chat was very pleasant, no one paid much attention to Robert's weird behavior at the table. He was actually constantly distracting his attention because he didn't know how often he would twitch.

In addition, Robert couldn't help scratching the tablecloth, or raising his hand to touch the chandelier on the dining table. In short, if his fingers couldn't touch something, he would feel uncomfortable.

Mu Chun asked, "Does it need to make this kind of touch make it more comfortable?"

Robert shook his head, "Nothing special, now that you put it that way, I seem a little uncertain. Now that I think about it, it doesn't necessarily have to make a sound, but the touch will need a little feedback, feedback in terms of force or feedback in terms of sound as you said."

Robert asked everyone to look at the refrigerator next to the dining table. The refrigerator was riddled with holes. Robert said that this was basically the battlefield he had been in since he was a child. After that, he led the laughter again.

It can be seen that this refrigerator, which seemed to have been hit by a meteorite, has been in this family for at least 20 years, and has left an indelible mark over time.

Mu Xiao found several larger pits and deeper dents than some other places, and asked, "Is this also caused by touching with fingers? The wound looks big."

Robert said embarrassedly, "I threw it. When I was a kid, I would get angry and throw things. I would throw anything. I would throw cups, scissors, plates, a big pot of spaghetti with meat sauce, anything. If I got angry suddenly, I would lose control and I would throw things. I would throw whatever I found. Once I almost lifted the table and threw it at the refrigerator. Then my mother stopped me and gave me a carrot. I threw the carrot over."

After that, Robert started drinking beer, gulping down almost two-thirds of it, and then he burped.

"People in the church told my mother that the child might be possessed by the devil. There were children like this in the town decades ago. They would go to the mountain behind at night and chop trees crazily, and finally be taken away by the devil.

My mother was afraid that I would cross the road behind and climb up the mountain in the dark. In fact, I knew that I had no interest in the mountain behind the road. I just couldn't control my temper, and I always wanted to move around.

The teachers in the church school were nice to me. They let me sit in the last row alone. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. I secretly read books, novels, "Blade Runner" and Asimov's "Foundation" series. When I felt bad - in fact, I was always bad. As long as I was awake, I felt bad and furious. Sometimes it is better. How should I put it? When I am awake, I have to endure two kinds of discomfort. One is that I always have to move around, and I always pay special attention to my own rules for many places and things. This aspect makes me uncomfortable. The other is that when I do this, people around me will more or less express their incomprehension and even fear of my things. This is also something I need to bear. So every day when I am awake, I endure two kinds of discomfort, because I also know shame. When people say something to me, I also know that doing this will bring shame, and I will feel ashamed because I can't control my body.

But it's different when I am furious. When I throw things, I am angry, and I don't know what I am doing, it is actually very refreshing. I don't have to feel that I am... There was no shame, and there was no time to feel it. The feeling disappeared in that area, without a trace. I couldn't find it even if I wanted to find it. It just disappeared in those few minutes or ten minutes.

So it was actually very comfortable. You probably haven't been so angry before, haha. Of course, under normal circumstances, it's better not to be so angry, because people around us really can't stand it. I gradually grew up and realized that most people in the world are very similar, like those in the church, like teachers, like my mother and father. They are all normal people, very similar normal people, and there are very few people like me. In our small town, I know that I am like this. Our town has a large population.

My mother doesn't care much about my moving around, although some nosy people will nag my mother, I still need to be careful and pray more, but my mother doesn't care much. What really scares her is my anger.

When I was a child, I would suddenly get angry and throw things. I would throw anything I picked up. Later, I would throw things at anyone I saw. If I was angry at that time, I once hurt my mother. It was the corner of her eye, which is a part that football players are particularly prone to injury. If the corner of the eye is injured, a lot of blood will bleed, which looks very scary. I was scared and ran out of the refrigerator to get ice cubes and ice milk, and then went to the bathroom to get a clean towel. I was busy for half an hour. During that half an hour, I didn't have any problems. I was so focused that it was incomprehensible. I felt that my body, which had been irritable, suddenly calmed down, and all the cells in my body were operating in an orderly manner.

They had no worries, no impatience, and my brain was as clean as the morning sky.

Although I felt ashamed and sad for hurting my mother, that night, when I lay on my dark blue single bed and looked at the starry sky outside the skylight, I suddenly realized that when I was applying cold compresses to my mother and bandaging her with a towel, my heart was as peaceful as the sky.

That night I thought that I would become a doctor, and a surgeon in the future.

But my mother's view on this matter was completely different from mine. She didn't care whether I moved around or had bad behavior habits. She was afraid that I would hurt others and fight with other classmates in the church school. In fact, my mother's worry was not wrong. Even if there were teachers to take care of me, there would still be classmates in the school who would talk behind my back. I was not afraid of fighting with those chubby fat guys. I was quick to act and was a natural fighter.

But I swear, I rarely take the initiative to cause trouble for others, very rarely. Other boys are not as slow as my mother. Once they realize that something is wrong, they run away faster than rabbits.

I was left with an angry fist and punched my locker until I didn't want to punch it anymore.

Sometimes I wondered if it would keep falling forever, but it never happened. It would always stop after a certain time.

My mother called some relatives in other cities and took me to see a doctor. Fortunately, I met a professor. I think it is the luckiest thing in my life. The first thing he said to me was don’t be afraid, it’s not your fault, don’t be afraid.

The professor smiled slightly, and Robert put his arm around the professor's shoulders and said, "It's true. Before I met the professor, I always thought it was my fault. Everything was my fault."