Chapter 1041 - 792: Outpatient Observation_2
For newcomers to Psychological Consultation, pretty much the only way to get similar opportunities is to sign up for long-term Psychological Consultation courses on the market.
But those courses often charge tens of thousands, and chances for supervision are also few and far between.
Of course, the internship at Jingwei only provides an internship certificate, whereas those long-term trainings can issue skills certificates; which is more important really depends on the person.
At least for the dozen or so graduate students here, they’re all delighted with this setup, and already knew the fee standard here in advance. As soon as the teacher brought it up, they all very self‑consciously pulled out their phones to scan the code.
The interns started lining up; successive "ding" "ding" sounds rang out in an orderly way.
Taking advantage of the time in line, the naturally outgoing senior stepped back a little and started talking to Nan Zhubin again.
It seemed that in just that short stretch of time, his relationship with Nan Zhubin had already become unusually good; or maybe it was just that in this setting he talked a lot more than he normally would.
"Junior, do you live on campus?"
"Yes." Nan Zhubin’s answer was brief.
"Then you must be taking a taxi here in the morning, right? That’s what I do." the outgoing senior said. The school is not close to here, and they had to be on site by eight every morning; even worse, there’s no bus stop or subway station nearby.
For the hospital doctors, they can rent a place nearby or just drive over. But for the student crowd, both of those options are more or less not workable.
"I take a cab over in the morning, it’s almost twenty each way, so forty a day. That’s over a thousand a month, almost as much as my food expenses."
The outgoing senior pulled a pained face: "Plus the internship fee... so I was thinking, maybe we could share a taxi, leave together at a fixed time every morning. What do you think?"
Nan Zhubin glanced at him.
In theory, this kind of thing should’ve been arranged with your fellow trainees as soon as you know you’ll be interning, with your fellow riders already confirmed.
But considering the makeup of this batch of interns... it wasn’t surprising that this outgoing senior ended up on his own.
Listening to the two talking, the girl at the front who was figuring out the transfer slowed down her movements without realizing it, and her ears pricked up on their own.
"...I have a car." Nan Zhubin said.
The outgoing senior froze for a moment.
"...Huh?"
"I have a car." Nan Zhubin repeated, "I drove here."
"Ah, you must be local then." The outgoing senior’s mouth opened and closed, his expression flipping several times in quick succession.
Finally his face settled: "Then... would it be convenient if I hitched a ride?"
"...Let’s talk about it later." Nan Zhubin said; after all, it wasn’t his car.
Among the girls, someone’s eyes lit up, clearly a little tempted. But in the end she couldn’t be as forward as the outgoing senior, and held herself back.
Right about then, it was finally the outgoing senior’s turn to scan the code. He very naturally took the QR code and handed it to Nan Zhubin: "You go first..."
"I don’t need to."
"?" The outgoing senior showed a puzzled look.
Before he could ask, Doctor Wen spoke up from the side: "You’re Teacher Nan, right?"
Nan Zhubin nodded and introduced himself: "Yes, I’m Nan Zhubin."
Not just the outgoing senior— the other interns also showed confused expressions. How come you don’t have to pay, and the doctor in charge is even calling you "Teacher"?
"Nan Zhubin." Doctor Wen rolled the name around her mouth, and her tired face suddenly broke into a smile. "Ha, Director Nan. Right now you’re the top of the heap in our department."
Nan Zhubin replied with a gentle, social smile.
Before the others could ask, Doctor Wen moved on to the next part of the process.
"Okay, now that the paperwork’s done, I’ll take you to the break room to drop off your luggage."
She picked up her phone and tapped it a couple of times: "I’ve posted a form in the group, I’ve assigned you into small groups, and each group has its own teaching supervisor. After this, your tasks will be assigned by your teaching supervisor."
The interns immediately opened their phones, and a wave of muttering rose up; apparently they were wondering why Nan Zhubin wasn’t on the form.
"And... there’s something else."
Doctor Wen’s voice suddenly dropped.
"Recently, our center just happens to have a batch of training‑course consultants doing advanced training. They came here a week earlier than you, and in terms of progress they’re actually about the same as you."
Jingwei also runs training programs for advanced consultants, aimed at people in the community who want to change careers or further their development; everyone present knew that.
What Teacher Wen said next was the key part: "They pay several thousand a month, and there are specialized psychological skills tutorials. The people teaching are our own chief physicians and professors from outside, and they regularly share their own cases and work experience as well."
"If you have time, you can sit in on the classes. Your teaching supervisors won’t mind."
The interns’ eyes all lit up.
Others pay several thousand a month, and they can listen along for just a few hundred?
Not just theory, but also seniors’ case and work‑experience sharing.
"You can take this as... one of the perks our center gives you students." Doctor Wen said softly.
"Then what classes can we sit in on today?" the outgoing senior asked immediately.
Doctor Wen glanced at the wall clock.
"Today’s classes are scheduled for the afternoon; you’ll have to wait."
"As for the morning..." Doctor Wen hesitated, "Most of the teaching supervisors also have their own consultations, so it’ll probably be a while before they’re free to connect with you..."
So what do they do now— socialize?
"But Director He from our department just happens to be doing outpatient consultations today." Doctor Wen continued, "Her clinic is open to observers. If you’re interested, you can go over."
"Her consulting room is quite big. Besides the advanced consultants already scheduled to observe today, there should be room for... about five of you students as well, but you’ll need to bring your own stools."
"However, if you want to go in—"
Doctor Wen raised a finger, her expression turning serious.
"First, no talking. Second, no recording audio or video. Third, once you leave, you’re not allowed to gossip about it. Understood?"
...
After some discussion, only a handful of them were willing to rush off to sit in on the outpatient clinic right away. The rest either wanted to get familiar with the environment, or chat and socialize, or catch up on the sleep they missed from an eight‑a.m. start.
Nan Zhubin hadn’t been assigned any consultations for the moment, so he also chose to observe the outpatient session; he was extremely curious about the cases at the mental health center.
Now that he was officially on post, given how precisely Jingwei allocates manpower, he probably wouldn’t have another chance to sit in on outpatient sessions later.
Having made up his mind, everyone dug their white coats out of their luggage— Jingwei had reminded them in advance to buy these themselves; the hospital doesn’t issue them uniformly.
Then a line of people, each holding a plastic stool, stood at the clinic room door.
"Click." The door in front of them opened, and the patient who had just finished her consultation was stunned as soon as she stepped out.
Nan Zhubin and the interns seized the moment and pushed the door open to go in.
Per Doctor Wen’s instructions, the director’s consultations were tightly scheduled, and you weren’t allowed to knock and enter mid‑session. So if you wanted to slip in during the morning, you had to catch the gap when one patient had just finished and the next hadn’t arrived yet.
The clinic room really was large, over ten square meters, roomy enough to beat some small rental flats. Against the wall was a desk, with a computer, a printer, and a book stand on it. At the desk sat a female doctor in her forties, and behind her sat five or six advanced consultants in white coats.
"You’re from Normal University? Just arrived?" Seeing this line of fresh white coats, Director He instantly put two and two together.
"Come in." When she saw them nod, she gave a brief nod in return.
Then she clicked her mouse lightly, and the group who had just sat down could faintly hear the call tone sounding outside.
Thud thud thud—
The next patient quickly arrived, following the call.
"Come in."
Click—
Nan Zhubin saw a familiar sailor‑style school uniform, and the knife scars on her thigh that looked like striped stockings.
Seeing so many people in the consulting room, the patient who came in didn’t seem surprised at all.
After giving a small nod of greeting to Director He, she sat down on the chair beside the desk. Her two hands overlapped on her knees, fingertips pressing right on the edge of her skirt.
Then Nan Zhubin heard Director He ask directly, "How have you been recently, young lady?"