Chapter 1056 - 800: Pain, So Much Pain
Click—
As the door slowly closed, the visitor’s silhouette vanished from view.
It was only then that Nan Zhubin left the sofa, sat at the desk, and began organizing the records from this consultation.
Jingwei’s consultation room was different from Nan Zhubin’s at Bai Qinghua Company; it functioned more like a combined office. In addition to the basic sofa and coffee table, there was also a desk, bookshelf, and so on.
It was suitable for confining a consultant here to carry out consultations continuously.
Although he could devote his entire day wholeheartedly to consultations, presuming that others were the same as him would be overly self-centered.
Nan Zhubin couldn’t help but sympathize with those psychological therapists who had fixed consultation rooms.
And felt a bit envious.
After organizing all of Jie Nianzhou’s consultation records, Nan Zhubin, as the resident consultant, stretched his neck, got up, and left.
At the same time, he sent a message to the doctor responsible for assigning consultations, notifying that his consultation room was now available, and another consultant could be arranged to use it.
Tap, tap, tap—
Walking down the hallway of Jingwei, Nan Zhubin couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander. Since today had only one visitor, he could spend extra time contemplating the next consultation plan for this visitor.
Moreover, certain connections this visitor had with himself.
Right at his school, a mentor from the same faculty had transferred to the Port District with precious data...
"Hiss..."
Nan Zhubin couldn’t help but pause his steps.
This news... it was too lively!
As long as it wasn’t happening in his research group, to a consultant, this was the kind of information that could be used to delight the mind during consultation breaks!
[Have I been too focused on pure consultation all along?]
[Apart from what’s inside the research group at Beidu Normal University, I almost know nothing about it...]
[Besides, even for collecting information about visitors, it’s necessary to understand this kind of news...]
Thinking about it, Nan Zhubin’s steps involuntarily took him toward the direction of the lounge.
Squeak—
The sound of the door opening caused the master’s interns resting inside to look up.
"Hey? Junior... Zhuren, you’re back from your consultation?" The sociable senior exclaimed joyfully.
For some reason, after just half a day’s interaction,
the sociable senior, upon seeing Nan Zhubin, had a gleam in his eyes brighter than many of the other students.
"Hmm." Nan Zhubin nodded and couldn’t help but ask, "Why aren’t you observing in the consultation room?"
"A... patient came just now, and seemed quite particular about what they were about to discuss, so we were asked to leave." The sociable senior replied.
"Understood."
Nan Zhubin nodded.
Having juniors observe to enhance their skills is a common practice in any department. But if a patient strongly objects, their wishes take priority—especially in psychiatry, where personal privacy is extremely sensitive.
Since the person was here, that made things easier.
This person, who was so sociable even in front of him, likely knew a lot. Communicating with him was much easier than with the female students.
"Senior, do you know much about the professors in our faculty?" To avoid the visitor’s privacy, Nan Zhubin started with a prelude.
"Ah, I do!" The sociable senior’s eyes lit up, as if Nan Zhubin had hit a sore spot, "I didn’t do my undergraduate here, so when I chose my supervisor, I investigated all the teachers in advance and knew the research direction of each one!"
The main focus was on research directions?
Nan Zhubin pondered on how to steer the topic beyond research.
Fortunately, the sociable senior got the hint; it was clear he assumed Nan Zhubin, who was already under Bai Qinghua’s tutelage, had no need to delve into the various supervisors’ research directions.
The sociable senior lowered his voice: "But you know what? Our faculty has had some juicy gossip before."
Nan Zhubin leaned forward cooperatively: "What gossip?"
The sociable senior glanced towards the lounge door, confirming it was tightly closed and only faculty members were inside, then said: "Our school... one of the teachers transferred to the Port District, and I heard the process was... quite off."
"How off?" Nan Zhubin feigned great interest.
"It’s probably... contacts in private, and also took a lot of experimental data, causing the faculty great loss." The sociable senior replied.
He added earnestly: "The school suppressed the issue for a long time, and at first, not many people knew about it. Even the mentor’s research group was strictly forbidden to discuss it with others."
Nan Zhubin grew more curious: "Then how did the matter come out later?"
"I know!" Another senior female student piped up, "I was on-site!"
Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow, was there even an on-site incident?
In the lounge, all the master’s interns, whether they had heard of it or not, couldn’t help but gather, their eyes lighting up.
Interest in work varies among people; but gossip has a way of unifying attention.
This senior female student said: "After that teacher left, it was heard they quietly contacted members of the research group, instructing those on the fringe, who weren’t fully aware of the situation, to take some project fund approval forms to the Student Affairs Office for stamping."
The senior asserted: "Our Student Affairs Office was usually quite lax... The teacher in charge of stamping used to just leave the stamp on the desk and didn’t check files needing stamping. But that day, for some reason, they suddenly asked an extra question, then..."