Chapter 1072 - 807: Camp Bed vs. Car_2
Shi Qianqian sighed.
Knock, knock, knock—
"Teacher, it’s time to eat!"
After a moment, the small door clicked open, and a hand slowly reached out to grab the takeout.
Then it disappeared immediately.
"Click," the door locked.
Shi Qianqian sighed again, returned to her seat, put on her headphones, and started to eat while watching a drama, using the lunch break to relax her mind.
This little theatrical performance didn’t evoke any expression from the research team; everyone reacted as if it were a common occurrence.
The office transitioned into a lunchtime relaxation phase.
"Brother Jie." Mo Kai rinsed his mouth after finishing his meal, his voice filled with curiosity suppressed for a long time: "Did you take on a lot of visitors this week? Are the cases from Jingwei particularly challenging?"
The last time Mo Kai asked, Nan Zhubin hadn’t really started taking on visitors yet. Now Mo Kai felt the time was finally ripe.
He was really curious about what goes on in the mental health center.
Nan Zhubin thought seriously—a truly earnest contemplation, reviewing all the visitors from this week through the Memory Palace technique.
Eventually, he answered, "Not really."
Mo Kai’s curiosity was not diminished: "What do you mean?"
Nan Zhubin explained: "Some severe cases, like those with serious psychotic symptoms—are generally not assigned to me. Those are the psychiatrist’s domain, either requiring hospitalization or medication, or physical intervention."
Mo Kai nodded slightly.
Nan Zhubin continued, "For moderately difficult cases, like OCD, PTSD, or depression accompanied by anxiety, once the basic information is understood, applying the corresponding techniques from different schools can manage them fairly well."
"Jingwei has the medical records, and visitors coming for consultation have prior assessment results, so information collection is relatively comprehensive. The initial consultations are a lot easier than doing them in the company."
Nan Zhubin paused here.
"In contrast, those visitors whose issues haven’t reached the level of ’psychological disorder,’ like life disturbances or adaptation problems—"
He frowned slightly here.
"These visitors don’t need any advanced techniques. You can’t do exposure therapy or cognitive reconstruction or anything, because there’s no distorted cognition needing reconstruction. They’re just facing real-life difficulties, needing a sort of venting container, with me as the consultant doing emotional support."
Nan Zhubin took a sip of water: "This kind of consultation is actually the most exhausting."
Mo Kai blinked.
He naturally understood what Nan Zhubin meant.
Nan Zhubin’s consulting style was quite variable; this method of exhausting oneself for the support of a visitor seemed a bit too humanistic.
But Nan Zhubin didn’t have to do it this way; he could adopt a more behavioral and cognitive approach, offering psychological education to the visitors, and still manage to fill the forty-minute session while making it beneficial for them.
However, that might not be what the visitors truly needed.
"Maybe this just shows there’s still room for improvement in my skills," Nan Zhubin concluded.
Mo Kai choked for a moment.
Before he could react, Senior Sister Bun Head suddenly chimed in.
"—That might just show your consulting skills are exceptionally high."
Mo Kai and Nan Zhubin both turned their heads, looking at the senior sister who had suddenly joined the conversation.
Nan Zhubin thought for a moment, she seemed to be that senior sister who was extremely enthusiastic about internships and already had her future career path planned.
Just not very familiar.
But this kind of lunchtime exchange environment among the research team was meant to familiarize everyone, so neither Nan Zhubin nor Mo Kai felt offended by the interruption.
Senior Sister Bun Head was also very naturally outgoing; she asked, "I heard you’ve been working at the teacher’s company for quite a while, being able to take consultations independently early on?"
Nan Zhubin nodded: "Yes."
"There you go, truly." Senior Sister Bun Head scooted her chair closer to Nan Zhubin, "I’ve spent some time at the teacher’s company, trying to move towards consulting, so I kind of understand."
"You see, for consultants with lower skill levels, those visitors who only need emotional expenditure to connect with are better because they can at least handle the visitors."
"For instance, when I started consulting, if you asked me to carry out specific intervention techniques, I couldn’t even set up a framework, and wouldn’t know why a visitor dropped out."
"At that time, I felt visitors who could be resolved just with ’Empathy’ and ’Support’ during consultations were the easiest."
Senior Sister Bun Head confidently praised, "For someone like you, it shows you’re really amazing now, not a beginner consultant anymore."
Nan Zhubin blinked, showing a polite smile of being complimented.
Mo Kai glanced at Senior Sister Bun Head.
The reasoning was correct, and he could see that Senior Sister Bun Head was subtly offering Positive Attention.
But—did she really need to point this out?
Who around Nan Zhubin would think he was a ’beginner consultant’?
They aren’t that familiar, it seemed like trying to make conversation meaninglessly.
Then they saw Senior Sister Bun Head scoot her chair a bit forward, her ears slightly reddening.
"Speaking of which, are you interning at Jingwei now? Shouldn’t you have many courses in the first year of graduate school?"
Nan Zhubin replied: "It’s a project from the teacher; they need consultants there right now."
"Remarkable, to be invited to work as an on-site consultant just in your first year of graduate school." Senior Sister Bun Head exclaimed.
Then she suddenly seemed to remember something: "The conditions over there are still rather simple, especially for interns. Even as an on-site consultant, there is no fixed office space, right? It must be quite inconvenient for lunchtime breaks?"
Nan Zhubin nodded: "That’s correct."
Senior Sister Bun Head’s voice had a slight uplift, and even the bun on her head seemed fuller: "I interned there last winter holiday too; I even bought a camp bed and didn’t bring it back."
"How about... I lend it to you?"
Mo Kai leaned back slightly, feeling an intense pressure titled ’Map Exhausted Dagger Appearance.’
"Thank you, but there’s no need."
Nan Zhubin showed a socially polite grateful smile, then pointed to Mo Kai: "Xiao Kai lent me a car, and I’ve been sleeping in it at noon recently."
"...Ah?"
Senior Sister Bun Head was startled, even the bun on her head seemed a bit disheveled.
She blankly shifted her gaze, moving from Nan Zhubin to Mo Kai’s face.
What did this person lend?
By the side, Shi Qianqian, with headphones on, was watching a drama, glanced at Mo Kai, then at Senior Sister Bun Head, revealing a knowing look and pouted.
Without waiting for Senior Sister Bun Head to say anything more.
—Knock, knock, knock.
Suddenly there was a knock on the office door.
The door had a password lock, and colleagues all knew the code, or could use a campus card to enter if they forgot the code. Therefore, it must have been an outsider.
The student closest to the door pressed the handle at the sound, and a somewhat familiar face appeared outside for Nan Zhubin.
"Brother Jie?" Senior Sister Bun Head blinked, seemingly familiar with the person who came in.
Jie Nianzhou smiled; when his gaze landed on Nan Zhubin, it noticeably paused and then became a bit flustered.
Nan Zhubin blinked, showcasing a hint of bewilderment like meeting someone for the first time.
"Brother, what’s going on?" Shi Qianqian, who was watching a drama, removed her headphones.
In public places, using "brother" sans surname between different research groups implies familiarity, at least having collaborated on projects before.
"Ah... ah, well." Jie Nianzhou quickly diverted his attention from Nan Zhubin, "It’s... still about borrowing a laboratory."