Plague Doctor

Gu Jun woke up from a nightmare that day. He only remembered what that phrase meant, but he couldn't remember what language that whisper was in.

Is this just a nightmare?

Since that dead tree nightmare, Gu Jun doesn't think so.

Dreams have always been studied by humans, Zhou said it would reflect luck, and Freud said it would reflect subconscious. He thinks both of them have a point, he's really in a bad mood this year, and his subconscious must have some problems.

Who's whispering? Who's the son of bad luck? Who do you mean?

“Is it the Banyan tree who calls himself the son of bad fortune who speaks to me?” Gu Jun thought of this strange possibility, and the sound seemed to come from the banyan tree.

With a lot of confusion, Gu Jun went to the training center the next day to continue the intern's unfinished training.

He, Wang Ruoxiang and Sun Yuheng no longer needed experimental animal surgery, and Six Cai Zixuan had been practicing for three days. So everybody's surgical program is over, but there are other clinical programs.

After a few days of clinical follow-up, Gu Jun went for anatomical training, then for spiritual and psychological training...

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Half a month passed, during which time the Department of Medicine did not receive any new patients with IBD, and the situation was temporarily stabilized.

It has been a month since elite medical students were selected from the Eastern State Competition, and they officially marked the end of their training at the Training Center on that day.

“It's been a long month.” Zhou Jiaqiang was pleased to tell them, "Due to your excellent performance, the boss has decided to convert them all to G-level personnel! However, it must first pass a mental state test by the evaluation department. It's just routine, that's all. ”

Cai Zixuan had no worries and was curious how to test them.

But Gu Jun was a little suspicious. The test could not bypass the subconscious. He painted a different text last time. What happened this time? He doesn't know what's going on in his subconscious mind.

Will it trigger an illusion? He didn't think so. He had tried a lot over the past half month, but still couldn't trigger the illusion of that black and white photograph. He didn't even feel like a seedling. He should try it on the shore with the banyan trees.

At the moment, Zhou Jiaqiang brought the nine of them to a six-story small building just north of the medical department on the hill, which is where the judging department is based.

They walked in and Django explained the test to them with enthusiasm.

This is not a test of their personality, but a project called "Mental and Psychological Condition Testing”.

“We old gas bars call this project 'S Value Verification’ because the English word Spirit of the spirit is the beginning of the letter S. That's what I called it when I came in. I don't know who did it. I should have used Mentality's, attitude value, haha. ”

Django laughed at the students and made them feel more relaxed. They have the right to know this information, right?

“Django, is the S value because the test result will be a specific value?” Sun Yuheng asked, as did everyone else.

“Mm-hmm.” Zhou Jiaqiang said while leading them into the first floor lobby of the judging building, "this is a composite value. Because the nature of the bureau's work determines the risk of trauma to our spirits, mentalities sometimes collapse. This will take time to rest, treat and recover, otherwise it will be a mess. ”

After entering the lobby, Django greeted the staff at the reception desk and took them to the second floor in the elevator to continue the conversation.

“The S value includes your state of reason, perseverance, spirituality, etc., 100 points, higher, better, lower, lower than 70 will require treatment and lower workload, lower than 50 will force you to take a vacation... well, you can't do less than 70 this time. ”

Everyone heard that Django was obviously trying to be as relaxed as possible. They looked at each other quietly. Did the so-called "mandatory holiday” mean dismissal?

This S-value is a bit strict.

“So you don't have to disguise yourselves. Good is good, bad is bad. ”

Zhou Jiaqiang spoke more solemnly, repeatedly emphasizing: “Even if you lied to the judges, aren't you the last one to get hurt? Right, don't pretend, don't hide, just show your true state. If there's a problem, you can get the best treatment in no time. If we're studying medicine, we need to heal the problem early. ”

“Yeah.” Cai Zixuan agreed with the point, and Django was right, that's the point.

“Arjun, Ruoxiang, Yuheng.” Zhou Jiaqiang added, “Especially the three of you, you have been involved in the surgical work, it is normal to have stress in your heart, don't hold it in your heart, you can all say it later. ”

“No problem." Wang Ruoxiang smiled, “If there is pressure, it's not now, it's half a month later, and even a knife can heal itself. ”

The crowd laughed a few times, not forgetting the misery, but warming each other's minds.

“Nail scissors?” Gu Jun insisted, making everyone laugh a little more cheerful.

Zhou Jiaqiang saw that they were in such good condition and could really relax. He took them out of the elevator, walked through a corridor and turned to several waiting areas outside the inspection room. This time, Wang Ruoxiang, Sun Yuheng and Cai Zixuan entered different examination rooms.

Gu Jun, Jiang Hanxia and others sat in the waiting area chair and waited while talking to Django.

Of course, Gu Jun hopes that he can successfully pass the test, not only to find the truth, but he really began to like it here, or he liked the kind and friendly people such as Django, Zhu, Zeng Yiu, etc., as well as these classmates who trained together. He had a long-standing sense of belonging in his heart.

This sense of belonging has dissipated since his family broke up when he was 10 years old, but it is now regrouping.

After waiting for about half an hour, Cai Zixuan first came out and said to them, "I feel so comfortable right now. ”

That's not an S-value test. That's an SPA, right?

But Gu Jun wasn't surprised. If Zixuan can't make it through, then surely no one can make it through.

Cai Zixuan couldn't say more, he was expelled by Qiang, and let him wait on the ground floor first. A few more minutes later, Sun Yuheng and Wang Ruoxiang also finished the test. They all looked comfortable and should be fine.

At this time, a staff member let Gu Jun into Wang Ruoxiang's examination room.

Gu Jun stood up and walked into the open door.

The inspection room is completely different from the previous evaluation room, which is more spacious and elegant, with a warmer shade of light and dim tone, with a certified lounge chair in the middle of the room with lots of equipment next to it. Of the three judges who disappeared, only one middle-aged woman for charitable purposes sat on a recliner next to her chair.

When the middle-aged woman saw him come in, she stood up to greet him with a laugh: “Mr. Gu, please come and sit here. I'm your examiner, Liang Jiahui. Call me Liang. ”

“Hello, Sister Liang.” Gu Jun nodded, thinking...

So enthusiastic, is that what psychologist Carl Rogers calls "people-centred therapy”?

Whether to arrange for Django to lead and explain, or this Liang Jiayi, they want to put them in a state of relaxation and trust.

But he knew that there must be a knife after that, so that he could talk about the test, and his test with Squad Leader and Sun Yuheng must be additive, especially him.

“Come on, sit down, lie down, whatever you want.” Sister Liang laughed, "I'll put some more equipment on you. ”

“Okay." Gu Jun thought of walking past and sat down in that lounge chair. Then the whole person lay flat.