Spring around the sea has come a bit hastily. It has only been two weeks in March, and the catkins are already flying unbridled in the spring breeze.

Muchun had to wear an eye mask before going out for a run in the morning to prevent tears from falling in his eyes when the wind blew.

Muchun has good exercise habits, but he is not obsessed with certain forms of exercise.

Since he had so much flying time, he chose to do some exercise at home, and then spent an extra half hour to write in the morning.

In this way, he can arrive at the hospital twenty minutes earlier than usual.

He planned to spend these twenty minutes running on that expensive treadmill. A good machine would get rusty if it is not used frequently.

Ding Jiajun was even better at arranging life than Muchun. At midnight on Wednesday, Ding Jiajun called Muchun.

A chill ran down Mu Chun's back. Seeing Ding Jiajun's phone call in the middle of the night always gave Mu Chun a bad premonition, and this Ding Jiajun always liked to call Mu Chun in the middle of the night.

But this time it's not that the man in black wants to paint a portrait or that Ding Jiajun thinks of committing suicide again.

This time it was Ding Jiajun who was abandoned.

"Abandon?" Mu Chun wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh on the other end of the phone.

Ding Jiajun laughed at himself and said, "Now the child's thinking is really okay. I am just an uncle seven, neither a father nor an uncle."

Muchun heard that Ding Jiajun seemed to have some resentment. What was the source of this resentment?

Everyone has a tendency to gossip. Since you call someone at twelve o'clock, it is only polite to say something scandalous to make others happy.

So Muchun asked, "What's wrong? Are you lonely and thinking of me? It's not convenient for me here."

"Mu Chun, are you still a good citizen with a conscience? You are talking to a despised person like this. I was once your patient. Is your attitude towards patients so mean?"

Ding Jiajun was deliberately complaining about himself while waiting for his checked box under the luggage carousel at the airport.

On the other end of the phone, Mu Chun's lazy voice said, "Shouldn't you be performing charity performances around the world now? You are the family member of the runner-up in this year's Lechuan International Piano Competition. Why are there audiences everywhere? How many of you are there at this time?"

Click? It’s not like the show is about to start, right?”

Mu Chun became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and Ding Jiajun almost forgot that it was him who called to complain to Mu Chun.

"I said Doctor Mu, I have been abandoned. I am returning from Venice to the sea alone with a suitcase. Do you understand what it feels like?"

Muchun tried to empathize but failed!

"Due to the time difference, it seems that empathy failed." Muchun said regretfully.

"Okay, then when we are all in the East Eighth District, I will ask you to have some sympathy." Ding Jiajun showed no signs of weakness and directly sent his photo of himself at the Luohai International Airport to Mu Chun.

"Then you come to Huayuanqiao Community Health Center to register tomorrow, and I'll treat you to coffee."

"No, I plan to make an appointment with Dr. Muchun for breakfast."

When Ding Jiajun said this, it was Muchun's turn and he didn't know how to answer the question.

Make an appointment for breakfast, this is really an artist.

Although Raohai is located in the south, there is no morning tea culture.

For breakfast, it’s flatbread, fried dough sticks, and soy milk, or for those who work late at work, you can have a Western-style brunch like brunch, which costs about 80-120 and includes soufflé waffles, smoked salmon, baked potatoes, and salad.

, buffalo mozzarella slices, avocado maple bacon or the most common sausage and fried egg.

Pair it with coffee or breakfast tea, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the sunny restaurant.

But two men! It’s not appropriate to date Brunh.

What's more, it's a doctor's job to arrive at the outpatient clinic at eight o'clock in the morning, and have breakfast together? This means that we have to eat in a hurry.

"Then we agreed, we will have breakfast together at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning." Ding Jiajun made his own decision.

"Then let's eat scallion noodles and small wontons. I know a shop near Huayuan Bridge. If you come over, we will have breakfast together." Mu Chun calculated the price of breakfast. If Ding Jiajun must treat him,

If so, he shouldn't feel too distressed.

No matter what, this year's income will be more. Although most of it will be used for charity, we can't be too economical in life. We can save unnecessary waste as much as possible.

The next day, at seven o'clock in the morning, Mu Chun came to the intersection he had made an appointment with Ding Jiajun. Under a row of camphor trees, Mu Chun saw a man wearing a gray hoodie and gray sweatpants practicing frog jumping in the distance.

Seeing Muchun approaching, Ding Jiajun hurriedly stepped forward and his first words were, "Today's breakfast is your treat."

Muchun nodded, thinking, 'I have been prepared for a long time. Could it be that I have some kind of foresight?'

The two of them came to a traditional snack shop introduced by Mu Chun one after another. Mu Chun ordered two bowls of scallion oil noodles and two bowls of small wontons.

Ding Jiajun looked at the price list and mentioned that breakfast abroad usually consisted of eggs, bacon, bread, milk and coffee, and he hadn't drank soy milk for a long time.

"Add another soy milk." Mu Chun said to the clerk knowingly.

"I haven't eaten pot stickers for a long time. I especially miss the sweet flour pot stickers from my childhood." Ding Jiajun touched his chin and looked up at the price list, as if looking at test scores.

"Ah, there's also tangerine peel and red bean porridge."

"This is sold out." Muchun interrupted.

"Who said it's sold out? There's a big pot!" The clerk rolled his eyes at Mu Chun. With this whitening, the clerk who originally wanted to mock Mu Chun suddenly had a few stars in his eyes.

"You can't be that one." The clerk's eyes widened, and he suddenly turned to the window behind where he was making pot stickers and shouted, "Brother Zhang, please help me see if this is the doctor from Huayuan Bridge."

Brother Zhang actually bent down, turned his head and looked out, and replied, "It seems to be true."

Muchun quickly put on the mask he had just taken off, thinking, 'What's going on? Why am I red again?'

His understanding of the word "red" tends to be derogatory. Being popular is not a good thing. Maybe doctors need some fame so that more patients can register with them. If there are more registrations, there will naturally be more patients. With more patients, the income will be slightly more.

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Originally, these things didn't seem like bad things, but Muchun didn't want it to be. Whether he was doing charity work or being a doctor, he didn't want to be too famous.

How should I put it? Everything has two sides, and it is absolutely impossible to have only the good side without the bad side.

Just like there are shadows everywhere in this world, people cherish the existence of light more because of the shadows.

Without shadow, there is no way to talk about light.

People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. There is always some truth in what the ancients said.

Perhaps the biggest worry for Muchun is that he is afraid of trouble. He is a person who is particularly afraid of trouble. Apart from treating diseases and studying, it is actually best for him not to know about or get involved in other things.

For example, after having breakfast, the clerk recognized him inexplicably and did not tell him what happened. Muchun felt catkins flying in front of his eyes, and the spring water behind him cracked slightly.

There was such a delay in ordering, and the customers behind me also complained a few times. The clerk could only smile and say, "This red bean porridge is what I asked the doctor for. This is your order, totaling 36 yuan."

‘Please?’ Why do you need to ask if you don’t get any reward for no merit?

Muchun didn't understand.

Ding Jiajun, on the other hand, kept laughing through his mask as if he was gloating at his misfortune.

Then, he whispered in Muchun's ear, "I came back from a trip abroad and you seem to be popular again. I actually saw news about you on the plane."

"You are talking nonsense, how can it be on the news." Muchun poured a glass of water in the self-service tea area, then found an empty four-person seat and sat down.

"Okay, to be precise, it's a show. There's a reality show that's very popular right now. I'm watching it. There's a popular guest in it who seems to be your patient. His name is Li Mu."

"Li Mu?" Of course Muchun remembered this name. "What happened to him?"

Seeing Muchun's sudden nervousness, Ding Jiajun really wanted to tease him on purpose. In Ding Jiajun's mind, Muchun looked like he didn't know what he was busy with, but when he was nervous, he seemed to be about to take the college entrance examination at any time.

Just like now, Muchun became nervous when he heard his patient's name, as if something bad would happen to the patient next.

It is said that after a surgery, surgeons are more nervous about the patient's postoperative reaction and worried about complications. Why is a psychosomatic doctor so concerned about his patients?

What other recurrences and malignant changes can be seen in the psychosomatic department?

Since he wanted to bully Muchun, Ding Jiajun got into the act and said, "Hey, I don't know, Li Mu seems to be more popular, so more people are interested in him, more people are interested in him

, it’s inevitable that there will be more internal pressure, right? Not everyone likes to be a star, right?”

Muchun nodded immediately, "Of course, the difference between people is very big. Of course not everyone wants to be a star. If a person with poor stress tolerance becomes a star, he may be even more stressed if he does not handle it properly. Stars

Aren’t there many people who are depressed?”

"Well, let's not talk about depression or not. First of all, when I saw the weird showdown on the plane, Li Mu happened to mention that he had gone to the hospital to see a doctor because he was very stressed and wanted to prescribe some sedative drugs."

Halfway through Ding Jiajun's words, the clerk brought soy milk and tangerine peel and red bean porridge to the two of them on a tray.

"Yeah." Muchun picked up the porridge, but because it was too hot, his movements were awkward.

The clerk who brought the porridge hadn't gone too far when I happened to see her, and I could feel her smiling through her mask.

"You are too much." Ding Jiajun couldn't help but want to laugh at Mu Chun.

"Have you never had red bean porridge? Or is our great doctor hungry?"

"None of them." Muchun pinched his burned fingers and felt sorry for himself for a second.

"What happened to Li Mu?" Muchun asked.

Ding Jiajun was stunned for a moment, thinking that Mu Chun was really worried about the patient. It seemed that the joke could not continue, so he said a little more seriously, "I just watched this program on the plane and guessed that many people know you now."

It has something to do with Li Mu becoming popular."

"I understand." Muchun took a sip of the porridge, and as expected, his tongue was burned.

He bit his lip and then answered.
To be continued...