At noon, the cold wind is accompanied by the warm sun, which is really a unique climate in this city.

A gust of wind blows, and the branches and leaves of the camphor tree tremble. When I look up, the red leaves at the top of the tree have faded into light green and light yellow. The originally small and featureless leaves almost lose their beauty.

.

There are countless camphor and sycamore trees planted in this city around the sea. Who can count them? Who knows how to count them?

No, don't draw such a conclusion, because there are really people who can count.

And there are not a few people like that.

When returning to the hospital after lunch, Mu Chun saw Wu Fangmei, who limped towards Mu Chun enthusiastically.

"Xiao Mu, how is business lately?"

Wu Fangmei asked.

"It's not good. It's been bad all the time. I can't afford to eat anymore."

When Wu Fangmei heard this, she felt even more sorry for Dr. Xiao Mu.

"Let me tell you, the business in the hospital has not been as good as in previous years recently. I don't know what happened, but the small money business in the next street has been very good." After saying this, Wu Fangmei stood up on tiptoes with great effort and leaned in the shower.

Chun whispered in his ear: "The winter solstice is coming soon, and the old man can't bear it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he started coughing "cough cough cough".

"Little money? You're talking about old money, right? One-stop old money."

Muchun said.

"What an old man? He's not even older than you. Your jobs are all for people who can't find a partner."

Wu Fangmei patted Muchun's shoulder, shook her head and said, "So, when Xiaoqian's place is busy, there are fewer people in the hospital. Originally, most of the patients in the community hospital were the elderly nearby who came to prescribe medicine, right?"

"Oh, it makes sense, it really makes sense! Grandma, you are really wise and know the world. Everything you explain is clear. Do you want to prescribe any medicine recently? Take care of me. I can prescribe Chinese and Western medicine here.

"

"I've been feeling a little uncomfortable recently. It's mainly because one of the two sisters I know has been ill for two years after a stroke. I went to see her a few days ago, and she listened to my nagging for an hour without even bothering to persuade me.

I thought to myself, there is something wrong with this old sister. When I used to nag about the things I was being followed, she always tried to persuade me that it was all my imagination. Now that she is fine, she just lay there, looking at her with both eyes.

You seemed to be listening to what you said, but no matter what you said, she didn't respond. I thought to myself, something is wrong, this is serious again.

There is another one who is almost eighty years old and has been paralyzed in bed for more than a year. Now he has to be fed even to eat. Do you think I can be in a good mood? "

"Grandma knows some old people who are slumped in bed."

Muchun asked stupidly.

Wu Fangmei snickered, "What do you know? They are all good people. They can listen to me all afternoon. There will also be nannies serving me tea and fruits. You, you know just a little bit more than those doctors and nurses.

." Wu Fangmei gestured with her little finger.

"Oh, a little bit, a little bit." Muchun said with a silly smile.

When he passed the outpatient hall and was about to go upstairs, Liu Tiantian pulled Muchun's elbow.

"Hey, there is a patient who has been registered. He will be on the fifth floor in a moment. Go up and get ready."

When Liu Tiantian said this, Muchun immediately became energetic and learned the drama, "Okay, let's go!"

The patient named by Liu Tiantian was Sun Xiangyun. When he walked into the Department of Psychosomatics, his whole body was filled with the air of an artist.

Wearing an apricot beret, an apricot windbreaker, and a sketchbook tucked inside his arm, the notebook is slightly larger than the one in Ding Jiajun's pocket.

Sun Xiangyun said that this is a notebook for sketching. He likes to walk around and draw, draw trees, draw street scenes, and draw seasonal changes.

But recently he has been unable to calm down and draw because his sleep problems have seriously troubled him.

"Originally I wanted to see a neurologist." Sun Xiangyun said.

"Neurology?" Mu Chun asked gently.

"A few years ago, when I was abroad, I knew there was a department like this, which was dedicated to patients whose diseases could not be identified."

Sun Xiangyun explained.

His face looked pretty good, his cheeks were slightly red, and his skin was very shiny. He seemed to be the kind of person who takes good care of himself at this age. However, Mu Chun took a closer look and found that his overall skin color was a little yellowish.

, as yellow as wax paper.

"You are talking about psychiatry, right? There is a big difference between neurology and psychiatry."

When Mu Chun said this, the old artist seemed to understand, "Yes, yes, the psychiatry department, the closest one in our hospital system here should be the psychosomatic department here."

"Well, yes, a very accurate judgment." Muchun praised.

"Do you want coffee or tea, or do you need some hot milk? It's still a little cold when the sun isn't out."

As Muchun spoke, he leisurely brewed a cup of coffee for himself.

The aroma of coffee quickly spreads to the entire clinic room along with the water vapor. Smelling this aroma can sometimes make people feel more refreshed than drinking a sip of coffee.

"I don't need it, thank you. Because I can't sleep well, my appetite is not very good either." Sun Xiangyun said and took off his hat.

His hands were trembling slightly, suggesting that there might be some age-related neurological problems.

Muchun kept these in mind and took a sip of coffee alone.

"I just can't sleep well recently, and I don't dare to take any sleeping pills," said Sun Xiangyun.

"For example, the stabilizing type?"

Mu Chun asked.

"Well, yes, I'm not willing to take more medicine. I always feel that some things may be because of worries. I don't have to work now, so I don't need to be as energetic as young people to face the pressure of life every day. My life

There is no pressure at all.”

What Sun Xiangyun said is true. He owns three properties in the city of Raohai, one for his married daughter, one for rent, and one where he lives with his wife who is 5 years younger than him. The old couple

Living in a large flat with an area of ​​140 square meters, according to the housing prices here, you are a wealthy person!

And the most important thing is that Sun Xiangyun’s parents and his wife’s parents both passed away a few years ago. In the past few years, their grandson still needed their help occasionally for a few days. Now that her daughter is in elementary school, her daughter can take care of the child full-time at home.

, taking care of children’s education.

Sun Xiangyun was completely empty.

In addition to giving part-time lessons to students every year, I also go sketching everywhere. It is truly an enviable retirement life with money, good health, and freedom.

"Retired, I have time, and I have the painting that I love to accompany me. This is an enviable life." Mu Chun said casually.

"Thank you," Sun Xiangyun said with a smile, "It is indeed very comfortable. I can sleep until as late as I want. I can go out for sketching whenever I want. I can just buy a ticket and put on my backpack and leave as soon as I want." The young man said
Chapter completed!