Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

The original design intent was to overcome cultural and language barriers and assess a person’s fluid intelligence—the ability to deal with new problems in the absence of prior knowledge.

Nan Zhubin seemed to have not been working for an hour and a half, and his tone was almost unchanged.

This is a self-assessment form, but unfortunately, the person in the orange vest is illiterate. Even though the Combined Raven Test does not require language comprehension, Nan Zhubin still needs to provide a simple explanation.

"Next, the questions will start to become simpler. Some patterns will appear on the screen, you look for the pattern in each row, and then select one from the options below."

The person in the orange vest nodded.

His mental state was not as good as Nan Zhubin’s, but he was the second-best in the room.

The first question appeared on the screen, with three rows of patterns, each row changing according to a certain order.

The person in the orange vest tilted his head slightly stiffly, then slowly reached out to click on an option.

Nan Zhubin glanced, it was correct.

The second question was also correct.

The third question started to include rotation and overlapping elements, and the person in the orange vest paused for a long time with his finger hovering over the mouse. Nan Zhubin saw his eyes jumping back and forth between the four options, as if trying hard to distinguish something.

This time, he chose the wrong one.

However, the test itself does not immediately inform the participant whether the choice is correct, the system automatically jumps to the next question.

The questions became increasingly difficult, with the early questions often involving only simple shape matching and quantity changes. In the middle to late stages, the questions would involve pattern overlay, logical operations, and complex spatial transformations.

Adults with normal cognition levels generally complete all seventy-two questions in twenty to forty minutes, but the person in the orange vest was clearly not so normal.

By the twentieth question, the person in the orange vest began to sweat on his forehead. Nan Zhubin had to speak up a few times to read the questions to the person in the orange vest, using the Infection of language as calming.

After the thirtieth question, the person in the orange vest began to continuously make mistakes, yet the speed of answering was instead accelerating.

The fortieth question presented a problem with significant visual interference. The correct target pattern was hidden in a background of messy lines, requiring the participant to quickly distinguish the main object.

The person in the orange vest began to stare blankly, his gaze losing focus.

Nan Zhubin felt that the person in the orange vest started to answer randomly.

By the time they reached the forty-seventh question, the person in the orange vest finally stopped completely.

"...I can’t."

...

If he can’t, then it’s a zero; Nan Zhubin manipulated the system to present the remaining questions one by one, spending only about ten seconds on each.

This slightly sped up the conclusion of the test.

—Although it still took nearly an hour.

Some of the "hat-wearing uncles" started to become restless, exchanging glances among themselves. Ensuring someone was on either side of the person in the orange vest, they began to take turns going to the restroom to get some fresh air.

Nan Zhubin rubbed his temples: "Alright, let’s begin the final test..."

The curly-haired doctor couldn’t help but interrupt: "Teacher Nan, how about we let someone else do it?"

The final Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory (MMPI-2), was indeed a genuine psychological test.

But its questions numbered a daunting 567 items.

Considering the person in the orange vest is illiterate, Nan Zhubin, as the tester, had to explain each question one by one to the person in the orange vest.

After hearing the curly-haired doctor’s suggestion, even the "hat-wearing uncle" beside them changed his expression.

Nan Zhubin, however, sighed lightly.

He took out his phone to confirm there were no consultation appointments and shook his head: "Since I’ve started, I might as well finish it. I’ve already conducted two tests for him."

If they switched people, the curly-haired doctor likely wouldn’t be able to finish this MMPI-2 for the person in the orange vest.

But the person in the orange vest had to complete the test, which would cause many problems later on.

The curly-haired doctor was also aware of this, so her gaze at Nan Zhubin changed for the second time today.

"Next, I will ask you some questions, and you need to answer ’yes’ or ’no’ according to your own situation," Nan Zhubin said, "If the situation described in the sentence applies to you most of the time, choose ’yes’; if not, choose ’no’. Don’t think too long, just go with your first reaction."

The person in the orange vest nodded. He was still in the evaluating room with the state next only to Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin said: "Sometimes I suddenly feel weak all over."

The person in the orange vest thought for a moment and answered, "No."

"..."

"I like reading mechanical magazines."

"...I don’t like it."

"..."

"I am easily woken by noises."

"Yes, very easily."

"..."

"I love my father."

"...No."

"..."

"Sometimes when I’m uncomfortable, I become irritable."

"Yes, I do."

"..."

"..."

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The moment the door to the assessment room closed behind him, Nan Zhubin’s back leaned against the corridor wall, his head tapping lightly against the surface, making a barely audible thump.

He took a deep breath, held it for a full five seconds, then exhaled slowly.

The MMPI, unlike the previous two intelligence tests, could not be randomly answered and had no time limit, so Nan Zhubin needed to thoroughly explain each question to the person in the orange vest.

By now, more than two and a half hours had passed.

After three tests, the entire morning was gone. Now, it’s not just close to the end of the workday, but even the lunch break was nearly over.

For Nan Zhubin, the effort spent exceeded doing consultations all morning.

Fortunately, it was finally over.

After adjusting his state a bit with three deep breaths, Nan Zhubin quickly walked toward the lounge.

Upon opening the door, he found the curtains drawn and the lights off inside. Rows of reclining chairs occupied every corner of the lounge, each one with training consultants and master’s interns wearing eye masks and earplugs, sleeping soundly.

Nan Zhubin was taken aback.

Before he could respond, a voice suddenly called from the end of the corridor: "Zhubin... have you just finished work?"

"Did you do assessments for that criminal all morning?"

Turning his head, he saw a curious senior.

He watched as the person quickly walked over, gently closing the door behind him.

"Were you waiting for me here?" Nan Zhubin asked.

The familiar senior nodded, then shook his head.

After some explanation, Nan Zhubin understood—the mental health center was far from school, and work hours were all mentally taxing, so a lunch break was absolutely essential.

But unlike schools, the mental health center didn’t have dormitories, so the training consultants would purchase recliners, camp beds, etc., and set them up in the lounge at noon to recover energy;

Master’s interns had all talked with senior juniors who previously interned at the mental health center and knew about such situations; while some seniors, after finishing their internships, were too lazy to take large items away and simply sold them secondhand to the next batch of interns.

"Some training consultants with cars would nap in their vehicles at noon; those lucky enough to be assigned to the inpatient department could easily find an empty hospital bed to sleep on nearby." The familiar senior said, somewhat enviously.

Nan Zhubin nodded. In this light, Mo Kai lending his car was essentially giving him a spot to recharge.

As for why the familiar senior was here...

"On the one hand, the inside is full of girls, and it’s inconvenient for me to sleep in the same room with them, so I roam around looking for another office to make do. Some consulting rooms have double sofas, which are very comfortable to sleep on!"

"On the other hand..."

The familiar senior’s eyes began to shine, his whole upper body leaning forward like a hound catching a scent.

"How were the assessments you did this morning? Can you share the results?"

He was eager to learn.

The answer was certainly affirmative. Even if Nan Zhubin didn’t say anything, the familiar senior, as an intern, could still check it in the mental health system. This part of the information was shared with the interns.

"I chatted with the officer who came out for air halfway; I heard it’s a serious offender, a murderer!"