My Little Mom is the Richest

This patient washes his hands countless times a day, and even showers countless times without interception.

And what's more weird is that he will study some chemical products to make sterile things.

Regardless of whether it is harmful to the body, this patient does not care, he only cares whether he is clean with you, and whether he is clean anytime, anywhere.

The people around him dislike him very much.

Yes, it is not that he particularly dislikes the people around him, but the people around him dislike him.

The reason is simple. No matter how close the contact with him is, as long as he coughs, sneezes, or has a cold and runny nose when in contact with him, he will jump away quickly.

Correct! You heard it right, that's it, and this point is not exaggerated, because there is more exaggeration than this point.

Originally, Mu Qiu thought that this patient was just a serious hygienic addiction and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But later, Mu Qiu found that what she thought was too simple, and the situation of this patient was much more complicated than Mu Qiu thought.

Mu Qiu saw that the patient's hand was ulcerated, and asked, "What's the matter with your hand? It's all starting to peel, and it's still damaging your epithelial tissue a bit."

After the patient listened, he subconsciously looked at his hands, nodded and said, "It's a bit."

Mu Qiu asked again: "Did you use chemical agents to wash it like this?"

He nodded and said, "I soaked it in Flora Lin for a while, and that's it."

Mu Qiu was puzzled when she heard it, and thought to herself: "The soaking feet we eat are all formalin-soaked, and they are pale and pale, so how come if someone still uses them to soak their own hands."

"Do you think you are so dirty? Washing so desperately?" Mu Qiu asked curiously.

The patient had a serious face, had never smiled before, spoke without much movement, opened his mouth with a very small speed and range, and said: "I am washing myself, not because it is dirty."

After hearing this patient's answer, Mu Qiu became even more curious. It wasn't dirty, so she washed her hands wildly. Why?

"Then why do you keep cleaning yourself? It's not because of dirty words." Mu Qiu asked when looking at the patient.

At this time, the patient's answer was beyond words for Mu Qiu.

"I want to wash off the bacteria. I can't stand the bacteria on myself." The patient replied.

"Then you know that the bacteria you are talking about are invisible and intangible?" Mu Qiu asked.

"I know, but I can't control myself, I just can't stand it," the patient said, rubbing his hands.

"Then do you know that we live in this world, there are bacteria everywhere? And we can't leave the bacteria. If we leave, a world may cease to exist." Mu Qiu said.

"I know, but I am my own reason, and I can't control it." The patient scratched his head helplessly.

As soon as the patient finished speaking, Mu Qiu was stuck, because it seemed to be completely frozen now.

There must be some special reason why this patient hasn't explained it. Mu Qiu asked every time before he answered, and he never said it proactively.

Mu Qiu slowly approached him, and asked, "Do you think I have a lot of bacteria on my body?"

At this time, because of Mu Qiu's action, the patient felt a strong dislike. As soon as Mu Qiu approached, the patient moved backward, for fear that Mu Qiu might be infected with some disease. ,, ..