Chapter 1061 - 802: Parents..._2
"I just arrived in the morning, didn’t have time to change clothes before being pulled to play the patient." Nan Zhubin shrugged.
Doctor Wen immediately understood the situation. She didn’t explain the curly-haired doctor’s response method but instead started explaining the patient to Nan Zhubin.
"Parents, when faced with children’s issues, tend to be anxious and upset."
"They might have no reaction to troubles on themselves, but if it’s about their children, even a small issue can blow up."
Doctor Wen instructed, "If you encounter this situation in the future and don’t know how to handle it, just find a doctor."
But perhaps thinking of the curly-haired doctor’s response methods, which almost led to trouble, Doctor Wen quickly added, "Find our director, or a therapist with a work badge like mine."
Saying this, Doctor Wen pointed to her left chest, where her name tag hung.
Nan Zhubin now understood why the curly-haired doctor was so lacking in confidence in front of Doctor Wen — even though the curly-haired doctor seemed older.
Although everyone wearing a white coat in Jingwei can be called a "doctor," there are levels among these "doctors."
The highest level is like Director He, the [Psychiatrist], and next level is like Doctor Wen, the [Psychological Therapist].
The curly-haired doctor is a level below the [Psychological Therapist], so her words don’t carry as much weight as Doctor Wen’s.
"Weren’t you scheduled for a consultation today?" Seeing Nan Zhubin nod, Doctor Wen asked again, then realized, "Oh right, you just came yesterday..."
This brought up Nan Zhubin’s purpose for today.
"I heard that psychological consultants rarely have their entire day filled with consultations, so I want to use the free time to understand the work in various positions at Jingwei — like an intern."
"I plan to start from the psychological assessment room..."
Nan Zhubin quickly stated his purpose.
Doctor Wen was indeed responsible for this area of work.
Her fingers lightly tapped the table twice.
Nan Zhubin looked at Doctor Wen expectantly.
"In terms of qualifications, you’re definitely sufficient."
After a while, Doctor Wen said, "As for the work in the assessment room, master’s interns familiar with the process can handle it, and you as a resident consultant should have no problem."
"I’ll talk to the director at noon, once the director agrees, she can delegate it to Teacher Xiaojuan."
Nan Zhubin was thrilled by these words and volunteered, "Who is Teacher Xiaojuan, should I go and greet her in advance?"
Unexpectedly, Doctor Wen seemed startled by this, then silently pointed in the direction where the curly-haired doctor had just left.
Nan Zhubin was also taken aback.
So, the curly-haired doctor is "Teacher Xiaojuan"?
The process she mentioned earlier isn’t as simple as this...
Although Nan Zhubin didn’t say anything, the expression on his face already demonstrated a lot.
"Ahem, I’ll go talk to her later, there shouldn’t be any issue. She might not know you’re a resident consultant and thought you were an intern from another group."
Doctor Wen explained, while her hands inexplicably started to become busy.
Nan Zhubin expressed understanding about this.
"...By the way, I almost forgot the main task!"
Saying so, Doctor Wen took out a tablet, pulled up some information, and then picked up the office phone to start dialing.
Ah, you really came here to make a phone call.
I thought you simply came over to resolve the commotion after hearing the sounds!
Nan Zhubin appeared interested upon witnessing this.
...
Not shying away, Doctor Wen didn’t mind Nan Zhubin being present.
"Hello? Our side is the Mental Health Center’s therapist, I am Doctor Wen."
Once the call connected, her expression became calm, and her voice softened compared to earlier.
"...Yes, I’m responsible for the psychological therapeutic intervention with your child, I just finished one session."
"Here’s the situation, regarding your child’s issues, there are circumstances I believe it’s necessary to update you."
Nan Zhubin observed that Doctor Wen’s voice took on a slightly heavier tone.
"From what I learned today, the child’s risk is high, and the suicide risk assessment results aren’t optimistic..."
Hearing this, even Nan Zhubin’s mood became significantly heavier.
Generally speaking, even if children or adolescents are brought by their parents for psychological therapy forcibly, the specific therapy contents are usually kept confidential from the parents.
But clearly, this situation is an exception to that confidentiality.
"What therapists can do is limited to within the therapy room, but there are aspects in daily life that I believe both parents should also synchronize and get right. It’s about life safety, it’s crucial to take it seriously..."
Nan Zhubin agreed with this.
He perked up to learn how this experienced Psychological Therapist communicated with family members.
He could tell that Doctor Wen was working hard to manage her wording, trying to convey the bad news in a way parents could accept.
Quite often, whether it’s a doctor, therapist, or consultant, they must deal not only with the patient or visitor but also with the family members.
A person’s issue often influences more than just that individual.
But soon after, Nan Zhubin heard a series of sounds from the phone, causing Doctor Wen’s expression to momentarily stiffen.
"Hmm? Uh... pretending? If it’s about pretending factors, I still need to verify through intervention."
"But whether it’s as a therapist or as parents, when a child shows this kind of sign of giving up life, we must take it seriously regardless of anything. The possibility doesn’t matter; when something happens, we can’t regret it..."
Nan Zhubin blinked.
Even though he couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end, he could pretty much imagine the conversation.
Doctor Wen continued to explain calmly.
Another sound issued from the other end.
"Mobile phone... laptop?"
"We can’t determine the causal relationship with this right now, it’s difficult to determine." Nan Zhubin saw Doctor Wen taking a deep breath, "But my suggestion is not to arbitrarily make any big changes to the child’s lifestyle habits."
"After all, change means pushing developments into the unknown, which is very uncontrollable. What if this action leads the kid to do something we don’t want to see?"
Nan Zhubin suddenly felt a sense of irritation.
Putting himself in their shoes, Nan Zhubin felt that even if he conducted psychological consultation all morning, the mental fluctuations wouldn’t be as impacted as this one phone call with a parent.
Perhaps he might need [Emotion Rebalancing].
The other end said something else.
Nan Zhubin noticed that Doctor Wen’s expression was finally cracking a bit.
"...Right now, neither us nor the parents know enough about the child. We might ’feel’ the child ’might’ not commit suicide, but what if even that one in ten thousand chance occurs?"
"To take a step back, even if you ’feel’ correct about your child, if you truly understood them as you imagine, the child wouldn’t be here for psychological therapy intervention!"
The tone of Doctor Wen’s voice involuntarily rose while speaking the last sentence.
Nan Zhubin flinched slightly.
...
Finally, after a good five minutes, Doctor Wen managed to calm down and ended the call.
She turned towards Nan Zhubin, a bit embarrassed with a smile.
"Uh, well... communicating with family members can be taxing at times."
"Thank you for your hard work." Nan Zhubin sympathetically comforted her.
Doctor Wen’s body language began to show busy motions again, changing the subject, "I have another therapy session soon, why don’t you rest in the lounge, I’ll talk to the director about the assessment room’s issues."
"Teacher Xiaojuan likely won’t come back soon. Right now, she’s confronting that family member... It seems challenging, although our hospital isn’t responsible, it’s still hard to get through..."
"I have to find someone to cover for her."
Nan Zhubin thought maybe he could help temporarily.
But before he could say anything.
A loud commotion erupted from the corridor.
"—What kind of hospital is this? You’re just passing the buck!"
"Kicking from the office to the front desk, and from the front desk back to the office! Now at your supposedly administrative office, you say it’s not your problem?!"
"I shouldn’t have believed you—"
Teacher Wen’s face turned pale instantly.