Chapter 1063 - 803: Good Rapport (Part 2)
"Hello? Xiaowen, what’s going on?"
"What sounds are you hearing over there? Did something happen in the department—answer me!"
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With the arrival of the security guards, the chaos came quickly and subsided just as quickly.
In such situations, the department actually has quite extensive measures in place to handle things—at least rapid measures to quell disturbances.
The corridor seemed to return to the calm of the morning.
However, quite a few doctors and therapists stopped their work, gathered by Director He to understand the situation and discuss countermeasures. This resulted in interns and resident consultants being left idle without their teaching supervisors.
The break room was unusually crowded.
The rising and falling sounds of discussion turned it into a hive.
"What happened just now?" This was from someone who wasn’t in the department earlier.
"Seems like a patient’s family member was causing trouble... I heard someone shouting." This was someone in the department but not at the center of the corridor.
"Who subdued him?"
"Nan Zhubin, the master’s student from Normal University."
"No, I heard he’s a resident consultant, able to do consultations directly upon arrival?"
"Wait... this name sounds really familiar?"
Those who were in the corridor during the confusion naturally became the social center, their faces now flushed red.
"It’s that very handsome consultant teacher, I saw him lock that person directly, immobilizing them... has he practiced?"
"Yes, exactly! Although he usually wears a white coat, I can tell, Teacher Nan has a great physique, he must work out regularly!"
"Looks skinny, but definitely has muscle under the clothes, I love lean muscles like that..."
"Really impressive, gives a strong sense of security..."
The more they spoke, the louder they got, quickly forming half a circle.
Among them, a few faces grew redder, yet there were also some who furrowed their brows.
A worried voice arose: "Could this... result in a complaint? After all, this is a hospital, and when a patient’s family causes trouble and we take action to subdue them... in such situations, regardless of the cause, the hospital always ends up having to apologize, right?"
This comment momentarily silenced the circle.
"But surely, it was necessary to act in that situation?"
The socially adept senior suddenly stepped forward: "You saw him raise a hand to hit someone, you can’t just stand there and wait for him to finish before you intervene."
"That’s the logic," the worried girl bit her lip, "but..."
Those nearby exchanged glances, not responding.
At that moment, a resident consultant who had been listening chimed in: "Speaking of which, Teacher Nan is a resident consultant, right?"
The socially adept senior was taken aback: "Yes?"
"But he came with you interns from Normal University, has to go back for classes later, right?"
The socially adept senior was surprised again: "Yes."
"Which means he signed on for a short-term cooperation project." As residents, they are socially savvy, more experienced than students. "In other words, he’s similar to you interns—not officially employed, no labor contract."
The socially adept senior, taken aback once more, then enlightened: "You mean..."
"I mean—if someone were to complain about him, the hospital won’t process it. He’s not a hospital employee; theoretically, he’s just a temporary external aid. Complaints wouldn’t even be filed."
The nearby girls, previously empathetic and anxious about Nan Zhubin, relaxed, relieved.
...
The atmosphere turned joyous again, the conversation shifted back to discussing Nan Zhubin’s agile skills and identity as a resident consultant.
Yet, everyone knows that within any group, not everyone’s thoughts align.
Especially in this loose "group," composed of highly active-minded psychology people.
A voice suddenly broke out: "——I think everyone shouldn’t overly praise this kind of behavior."
The crowd turned their heads.
The speaker was a male resident consultant with a deep blue tie, around thirty years old, his white coat’s collar neatly arranged, the tie’s knot impeccably tied.
"We study psychology," Blue Tie stated.
As a social worker professionally trained as a resident consultant, he elaborated on the psychology knowledge he acquired: "When encountering troublesome patients or family, ... I’m thinking, don’t we have other methods of communication, empathy, or calming to solve problems?"
No one responded.
Blue Tie seemed to sense something amiss, slightly retreating: "I mean... at least there’s a possibility, right? I’m thinking, if we’re to solve it through communication, how do we do it?"
"..." Beside him, the socially adept senior displayed a look as if he had seen something unclean.
To hear an outsider’s stereotype of psychology within an insider group was unexpected.
Next to him, a female resident consultant retorted irritatedly: "When you encounter trouble from a patient or their family, wouldn’t you want someone like Teacher Nan beside you to help out?"
"Exactly, exactly." This comment elicited another round of agreement.
In psychological work settings outside consulting rooms, the best solutions to problems are actually uncomplicated; the most straightforward approaches often prove to be the most effective.
Blue Tie fell silent.
The crowd chatted a while longer before a few phones beeped with notifications.
Teacher He had dismissed the doctors and therapists, their teaching supervisors returned.
"Let’s go, let’s get back to work..."
"Time to head to the evaluation room."
A few resident consultants and interns walked towards the evaluation room together.
Blue Tie walked mid-front in the group.
As they walked, he overheard his female colleagues discussing the recent situation.
"I just heard Teacher Nan seems to want to come to the evaluation room too."
"Isn’t he capable of doing consultations already? Why is he coming to the evaluation room?"
"Learning never stops, it’s admirable..."
"But isn’t Teacher Xiaojuan most averse to trouble? With one more person, she definitely won’t be happy."
Having worked in the evaluation room for some time, the resident consultants had become familiar with the teaching supervisor’s temperament.
Listening to these discussions, Blue Tie’s mouth slightly tightened, then quickly relaxed.
Concerning the appearance of Nan Zhubin, he harbored a certain sense of crisis.
The psychology department—and indeed the entire mental health center—has always had a higher ratio of women to men.
This has advantages and disadvantages. In social settings, a man may lack even the chance to speak and have to bear all physical labor; but if a man is slightly charming and performs slightly above average, improves relations with teaching supervisors, what’s gained can significantly exceed that of female colleagues.
Blue Tie was the latter.
He didn’t see anything wrong with it; the hospital’s learning resources are limited, and resident consultants are numerous; now there are genuine university psychology interns as well.
As a paying member of the training class, naturally, he needs to seize every opportunity to capitalize on resources.
If he were in society, at his previous job, obtaining such learning opportunities required much more humility.
When doctors teach, they truly don’t hold back.
"I wonder if Teacher Xiaojuan is okay now." Blue Tie remarked, "Given this unexpected event..."
"If she hasn’t recovered well, we might have to start early today."
His female colleague glanced at him, not responding.
Click—
They arrived at the evaluation room and opened the door.
Blue Tie habitually scanned the desk area—that’s where he usually stood and observed, with a good view, close to the curly-haired doctor, convenient for questions anytime.
But today, someone was already seated there.
At the desk, Nan Zhubin sat alongside the curly-haired doctor.
Nan Zhubin was facing the computer, the curly-haired doctor sitting sideways, one hand on the mouse, the other gesturing over the screen, explaining in a tone Blue Tie had never heard before, gentle.
"When a patient comes with an outpatient slip, first confirm they have paid. Otherwise, their name isn’t in the system, and we can’t assign them forms."
"This system isn’t hard, just be careful when entering—diagnosis codes need to match those from the outpatient side, otherwise the printed slips won’t align."
Nan Zhubin nodded.
Hearing the door, the curly-haired doctor showed an awareness and looked up.
"Oh, you’re here," she said blandly.
This tone, Blue Tie was familiar with.