Chapter 1040 - 792: Outpatient Observing
A female doctor walked out of the clinic building’s entrance at this moment.
She appeared to be in her thirties, wearing a white coat, with dark trousers and a pair of white flat shoes underneath. Her dark circles were pronounced, her mouth corners drooping, her face written full of fatigue.
Considering this doctor was here to receive the interns, it’s estimated her qualifications wouldn’t be too deep, surely not yet thirty, so she just looked to be in her thirties.
And considering her profession and work intensity, having such an apparent age was also normal.
The heavy exhaustion that enveloped her did not ease even upon seeing Nan Zhubin.
"Interns from the teacher training?" Nan Zhubin heard the doctor speak, her voice somewhat hoarse.
"Yes." "Hello, Teacher." "Hello, Teacher~"
Not addressing them as doctors but as teachers is a privilege unique to the student group and also helps to bridge the gap.
"It’s okay, it’s okay." The doctor waved her hand, "I also graduated from our school, you can just call me senior, my surname is Wen."
"Hello, Senior." "Hello, Senior Wen~"
The interns promptly and smoothly changed the appellation.
"Come with me."
Although she appropriately exhibited friendliness, Doctor Wen’s overall communication was still brief.
Nan Zhubin followed the team into the clinic building.
The lobby on the first floor wasn’t large, the ground paved with light-colored non-slip tiles, shining as if polished by mops.
On the left was the waiting area, rows of dark blue plastic chairs linked together.
The people seated were all very quiet, a man in his fifties with his head lowered, a young woman wearing a mask, a little boy of about ten with his mother, his legs swinging back and forth.
Around eight o’clock, there weren’t many people waiting for consultation. Seeing such a large group led by doctors chattering away, the patients waiting could only cast curious glances, without even whispering.
The air was permeated with the hospital’s unique mixed scent of disinfectant and alcohol swabs.
Everything was no different from an ordinary hospital. There were none of the imagined elements.
If there were any differences between here and other hospitals, it was the bulletin boards and glass cases displaying posters like "Ten Tips for Mental Health Literacy" and "Early Identification of Depression."
But that was only a specialty showcase of a specialty hospital.
The senior, naturally familiar, walked next to Nan Zhubin, still glancing around, and whispered, "It’s different from what I imagined."
"What did you imagine it would be like?" Nan Zhubin asked.
"I imagined..." the senior thought for a moment, "it would be... more oppressive? Like in those places where someone yells in the hallway, nurses push wheelchairs around."
Nan Zhubin didn’t respond.
"Just now, that girl..." the senior lowered his voice again, his gaze involuntarily glancing toward the corner of the hallway, "did you see her leg? Did you see those marks?"
"I saw them."
"Those must be self-inflicted, right?" the senior swallowed, "I used to only see that in textbooks, never in person."
Looking at the uneasy expression of the senior, Nan Zhubin could understand.
Even as psychology graduates, they only accumulate theoretical knowledge. Without enrolling in extra courses or seeking out substantial internships, they’d indeed never witness such scenes.
For them, the so-called beginner zone should be the psychological consultation room, dealing with basic psychological issues, or said, life troubles not even counted as psychological problems.
Mental Health Center, or said psychiatric hospital, belongs to the advanced places.
The school uniform girl they just saw at the entrance, in a consultation room, might trigger a personal alarm for the consultant; but here, it might just be normal.
No matter what students think in their hearts, Doctor Wen pressed two elevator buttons nearby, letting the interns enter in batches, reaching the second floor.
It was much emptier here than on the first floor, only equipped with various psychological treatment rooms, outpatient rooms, and lounges.
The leading female doctor stopped at a door and turned to face them.
"Here we are. This is our center’s administrative office, where internship procedures are handled."
She pushed the door open, stepping aside to let the interns enter.
The office wasn’t big, about ten square meters, a row of metal file cabinets stood against the wall.
A female teacher in her forties sat behind the desk, wearing glasses with black frames, her hair neatly styled.
This teacher should genuinely be in her forties. She saw the interns entering and put down the pen she was holding.
"Have all of you arrived?"
"All sixteen, present." Teacher Wen replied.
"Sixteen? Not fifteen... oh."
The real forty-something teacher nodded to herself, extracting a stack of forms from the drawer, pushing them onto the desk.
"Let’s first handle the procedures. Everyone needs to fill out a form, and pay the internship fee, 500 yuan a month, charged by the semester, totaling five months this semester, 2500 yuan."
Clearly marked prices.
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Graduate internship placements offer a lot of choices.
Internships are divided into concentrated internships and individual internships, like this visit to Jingwei for a concentrated one with a group; individual internships are where a person finds their own internship unit.
The choices are plentiful for internship units, specific to the psychology major, besides Jingwei, there could be caregiver roles in sanatoriums, psychological consultant positions in enterprises, HR positions, or user experience positions, etc.
Entering enterprises, generally, one could also gain two to three thousand yuan as internship salary a month.
A hospital like Jingwei is one of the few places requiring payment for work.
The positions are abundant but still in high demand.
Interning at Jingwei provides attending level or even deputy director level teaching instructors for full guidance; additionally, there’s occasional group supervision; ultimately, when appropriate, there’s also an opportunity for supervised consultations.