Crazy Psychologist Chapter 479

The worker also told Mu Chun that Pan Guangshen would write letters to the girl every week, and after he was imprisoned, the letter from the girl to her was sent to the house he rented before.

Doesn't that mean I haven't written to the girl for over a year? Mu Chun asked if the letters had stopped after Pan Guangshen's accident. The worker said he didn't know about it, but maybe Pan Guangshen's former roommate knew about it.

Before Mu Chun could find that roommate, Pan Guangshen recruited him to Fengchuan No. 1 Prison again.

Mu Chun asked Luo Yang to invite Pan Guangshen to the treatment room first, and then asked Luo Yang to wait outside the door.

Luo Yang was still worried and had no choice, so he paced back and forth outside the treatment room. Liu Feng couldn't help but also took a look, but found that the treatment room was quiet, and Pan Guangshen didn't make any noise or heard Mu Chun's voice.

"Did you find what Dr. Mu Chun wanted?" Luo Yang asked.

"I found it. There are indeed letters. There are three to four letters every month." After Liu Feng finished speaking, he handed over the letter records to Luo Yang.

Luo Yang took a look and said: "You take it first, if there is nothing wrong in the office, you can wait here with me, I am always worried that it will not be peaceful inside, although Dr. Mu Chun looks very reliable, but Pan Guangshen does not It's reliable, now that there's no sound, I'm a little flustered.”

After Luo Yang finished speaking, he touched his shoulder with a look of panic.

In fact, there is no sound in the treatment room, but Mu Chun is telling a story to Pan Guangshen about a little girl who receives funding from a kind person every month. Beautiful clothes, the girl feels that she is the happiest person in the world.

Pan Guangshen never expected that the doctor would understand his affairs so clearly. He had planned to spit out something, but he didn't know how to do it.

He was sitting in front of the window sill, coughing and nauseated, in a state of embarrassment.

"It's a good thing to spit it out. Only by spitting out the backlog of pain in the stomach can you be healthy."

Mu Chun sat across from Pan Guangshen. There was only one seat between them, so they were very close.

If Luo Yang saw Mu Chun and Pan Guangshen sitting so close, he didn't know how scared he would be.

"It won't be better, it won't be better." Pan Guangshen said while looking at the ground while trembling, his shoulders were raised high and clamped around his neck, he was wearing a lot, the sun was shining on his face through the window, he turned sideways body, not wanting the sun to find his eyes.

photophobia? Mu Chun's heart skipped a beat, he didn't need treatment because he had a problem with his body, and he got better after the last treatment, but he relapsed within a week, what was on his mind that he had to vomit like this to vent.

"Afraid of the sun? Your body needs to be healed. It's not good if it goes on like this."

Mu Chunyu spoke earnestly.

"No, I don't want to, I'm so comfortable, please don't come to the doctor in the future, no one can help me." Pan Guangshen shook his head incoherently.

Finally, he covered his face with his hands, his yellow-brown nails were covered with rough texture, and the nails were visibly thickened, looking dirty and old.

"I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy." After covering his face, Pan Guangshen said more than he originally said.

Although there was no logic and fragmented language, Pan Guangshen talked more and more, and Mu Chun found that it was different from the last time he imagined talking to his parents in front of an empty chair.

The last time Pan Guangshen burst into tears, he spoke his hometown dialect, but this time, when Pan Guangshen entered the state of confiding and venting, he spoke Mandarin.

Although he was shaking all the time and his mood was abnormally unstable, he tried to sit in the chair and spoke Mandarin all the time.

Is it for me to understand.

This assumption is bold, but bold is sometimes the most reasonable assumption.

It is normal for people to speak the language they are most familiar with under extreme emotions. For example, a person who is proficient in multiple languages gradually loses his language ability after suffering from Alzheimer's disease in old age. The last thing he usually retains is mother tongue.

During the last treatment, Pan Guangshen started to use his hometown dialect very early, and as he got emotionally invested, he naturally spoke words that Mu Chun could not understand at all, but today was different. Mu Chun slightly tilted his wrist and glanced at the time. For ten minutes, Pan Guangshen has been speaking Mandarin.

Mu Chun boldly assumed that Pan Guangshen must have something to say but couldn't say it. He hoped that Mu Chun could understand him and say it for him.

And this matter is no accident, it should be related to the girl.

Mu Chun stood up, walked around the treatment room, and took out a pencil and a piece of letter paper from his pocket.

"This is for you, write down what you want to say."

Mu Chun patted Pan Guangshen on the shoulder, and Pan Guangshen lowered his hands, looking at Mu Chun with bloodshot and swollen eyes puzzled.

"Do you want to write a letter?" Mu Chun asked.

Pan Guangshen hesitated for a moment, then suddenly patted Mu Chun's hand away forcefully.

Swipe! The pencil and paper fell to the ground, and Pan Guangshen stared at Mu Chun fiercely, like an offended tiger.

"You are angry, are you angry with me or yourself?" Mu Chun stared into Pan Guangshen's eyes without fear.

The two just looked at each other, Pan Guangshen clenched his fists on his thighs.

"Go away!" Suddenly he shouted tremblingly, covered his head with his hands, and knelt on the ground.

Mu Chun took a step back. He knew that if he flinched and left now, Pan Guangshen might refuse to take the medicine even more, and tortured himself and other people in the prison even more.

"Go away, don't force me, I'm just a waste."

Pan Guangshen was like a child who was at a loss. Although he was standing, his knees could no longer stand straight because of the unbearable pain of the disease.

Crying a few times on the spot, Pan Guangshen turned around suddenly as if he had made a decision, rushed to the iron chair he was sitting on just now, bent down and lifted the chair over his head, turned around awkwardly again, facing Mu Chun, his hands trembling Unbelievable, this chair is about to fall down on Mu Chun.

Boom!

Make a big bang!

"Pan Guangshen, what are you doing?" Luo Yang opened the door and rushed into the treatment room~www.mtlnovel.com~Pan Guangshen stood against the wall. "Luo Yang roared.

Seeing that Luo Yang had controlled Pan Guangshen, Liu Feng quickly ran to Mu Chun and asked in a low voice, "Doctor Mu, are you alright?"

"How can it be okay? It's okay to smash the chair. Pan Guangshen, stand up for me. If you hear me, stand up." Luo Yang was really angry, not because he thought that Pan Guangshen vomited on him before, the bigger reason was , Pan Guangshen actually picked up a chair and hit someone. This was still in prison, and it was still when the police were at the door.

Luo Yang couldn't bear this kind of blatant picky eating.

If Mu Chun was injured, Director Zhou asked how he would explain.

Mu Chun shook his head at Liu Feng, thinking, this game is over, the plan is messed up.

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