Chapter 1058 - 801: Disturbed
Mo Kai recalled the rumors about the supervisor that he had once inquired about.
"Anyway, in the end, after comparing many options, I chose Teacher Bai Qinghua."
Mo Kai sounded quite relieved: "Looking back now, I really didn’t choose wrong."
Nan Zhubin was not infected by Mo Kai’s tone, instead he frowned slightly.
Seeing this, Mo Kai said, "Are you worried about the visitor’s situation? If that senior PhD is under Teacher Bi, then the situation really doesn’t look good."
"He already pushed himself into illness by his own pressure, and then there’s Teacher Bi’s lab environment on top of that..."
Mo Kai pondered, "Not to mention that his current condition might itself also have been pushed along by Teacher Bi’s lab environment..."
After thinking for a moment, Mo Kai ventured, "Senior, do you want me to do something?"
Faced with this question, Nan Zhubin shook his head decisively.
"No need. We do Psychological Consultation; it’s better if our work stays confined to the consulting room."
This made Mo Kai blink.
"Right now we don’t even know if he’ll continue to book follow-up consultation interventions, and as for this first session, we only did some rather superficial information gathering."
Nan Zhubin picked up a piece of fish: "He avoided talking about life in the lab; and the related information I’ve gathered from you and from other grad students doesn’t entirely match."
"In this situation, if we rashly go and do something, it might actually end up disturbing the visitor instead."
Nan Zhubin pointed at himself: "Not to mention that he and I are from the same university and the same school; that already counts as a Dual relationship. I’ve even considered that—even if he books with me again, I’ll still refer him to someone else."
That was quite a serious stance to articulate.
Mo Kai nodded; in this area, as the assistant, he chose to follow Nan Zhubin’s lead.
The two of them began to demolish the dishes on the table.
To be fair, food truly is a good remedy for easing inner negativity. In less than five minutes, it was as if Mo Kai had already tossed his earlier worries out of his mind.
From this angle, Mo Kai’s consultation foundation had grown increasingly solid—being able not to keep fretting over visitors outside the consulting room is a basic quality a consultant must have.
Their conversation also began to drift toward light everyday topics—of course, most of it was Mo Kai talking and asking, with Nan Zhubin answering occasionally.
"Senior, is there a big difference between Jingwei over there and our teacher’s company?"
There was, naturally, a big difference.
Nan Zhubin lifted his teacup and took a sip, then briefly went over what had happened in the outpatient clinic that morning.
Mo Kai listened with eyes shining, even putting his chopsticks down, and then thumped his chest and stamped his feet in regret: "Why can’t I go!"
Fortunately, he adjusted quickly: "Senior, you must be tired after doing so many consultations today, right? Eat more!"
Nan Zhubin gave him a look and picked up a piece of sea cucumber: "Actually, there wasn’t that much consultation volume."
Mo Kai froze: "What do you mean?"
"I only scheduled one consultation today, the one I just told you about," Nan Zhubin said. "I sat in on the outpatient clinic in the morning, did one session in the afternoon, and that was it."
Mo Kai blinked.
...
Nan Zhubin had indeed taken up a post at the mental health center as an "on-site consultant."
But his consultations were not actually fully booked.
If anything, the in-staff Psychological Therapists at Jingwei had work patterns more similar to outside consultants—appointments made in advance, consult at the booked time.
Whereas Nan Zhubin’s on-site consultant role was more like a flexible post. He would clock in after arriving in the morning, and if there were urgent consultations that day, he’d do them; if not, he would stay on standby.
This work pattern was somewhat similar to doctors in a hospital emergency department.
As for consultation appointments—compared to the Psychological Consultants’ Psychological Consultation, patients were more inclined to book Psychological Therapists’ psychotherapy.
After all, the prices were the same, and "psychotherapy" sounded more high-end, plus the therapists had all sorts of dazzling professional titles.
So although Jingwei had too many patients and not enough therapists and consultants, in practice the Psychological Consultants would not schedule their whole day completely full.
There was still quite a bit of free time.
This free time tended to be in small fragments; most consultants would choose to use it for reading, studying online, and the like.
Nan Zhubin, for the moment, did not need to study.
He wanted to continue mapping out the mental health center, trying to understand the work details of each post in Jingwei as much as possible, and then see whether any of it could be applied in Psychological Consultation.
At eight o’clock sharp the next morning, Nan Zhubin had already arrived at the Jingwei Center.
The lobby on the second floor was even quieter than it had been yesterday morning, with only a few people scattered on the chairs in the waiting area.
Jingwei started work at eight in the morning; apart from particularly urgent patients, few people would arrive right at that time.
Nan Zhubin first went to the consultation appointment room to sign in and write down his available appointment times for the day.
After that, he stepped out and stopped at the door of the "Psychological Assessment Room," not far from the outpatient consulting rooms.
This was the first target Nan Zhubin wanted to approach today.
Compared with outside consulting companies, Jingwei’s psychological assessment inventory was larger and more comprehensive; besides psychological assessment scales, there were also numerous IQ tests and cognition test–related scales.
Nan Zhubin had previously tried weaving scale questions into initial Psychological Consultation interviews to understand visitors’ situations. Now he wanted to familiarize himself, by administering assessments to patients, with those scales he hadn’t used before, further reinforcing his information-gathering ability.
However—
"I just want to know that Psychological Therapist’s contact information!"