Chapter 1059 - 801: Disturbance_2
Before Nan Zhubin could knock and enter, conversation sounds were already emanating from the evaluation room.
No, it’s more intense than "conversation," more like "arguing."
The door was half open, and through the gap, Nan Zhubin saw a curly-haired female doctor, around thirty, sitting inside the evaluation room; opposite her stood a man in a dark gray suit, around forty, holding a black briefcase.
The voice Nan Zhubin heard just now was from this man in the suit.
"I asked the nurse at the front desk, and she told me to find you doctors. I’ve searched around, and you’re the only doctor here!"
"It’s eight o’clock, why aren’t you all at work? How do your hospital expect to see patients like this?"
The man in the suit spoke with conviction.
"It’s inconvenient for us to give out the doctor’s private phone number here, and we are still not sure what the situation is with your child."
Nan Zhubin heard the curly-haired doctor ignore the irrelevant information in the demands from the opposite side: "According to your description, your child received online treatment, but we have no record of him here, and you couldn’t even tell who provided the consultation. Following protocol, I recommend you check first..."
"Protocol, protocol, protocol, all you can talk about is the protocol! Aren’t I here now to get you to check?" The man’s voice in the suit was raised.
The curly-haired doctor, like a wind-up doll, showed an inhuman sense of fatigue: "This is a psychological evaluation room; I can’t help you check this kind of information. If you want to check, you can consult..."
Before she finished speaking, the man in the suit interrupted her.
"My child has attended three consultations, with no effect at all. I suspect your doctor didn’t even put effort into treatment, and you’re just scamming us for money!"
...
Listening to the conversation inside the evaluation room, Nan Zhubin hesitated for a moment, feeling that now wasn’t the right time to interrupt.
Just as he thought of stepping away for a moment, the curly-haired doctor, who could see the outside situation through the half-open blinds, brightened up.
"The patient outside, come in!"
Nan Zhubin was taken aback.
He had just come to sign in and hadn’t had the chance to change into his white coat. In plain clothes, it’s easy to be mistaken for a patient at the Spirit Center.
Soon, Nan Zhubin understood the curly-haired doctor’s intention.
Sure enough, as Nan Zhubin tentatively pushed the door open and entered, the curly-haired doctor quickly said to the man in the suit, "Sorry, I have a patient here. I still recommend that you go to the front desk and clarify your demands."
"I..."
"Please leave." The curly-haired doctor spoke stiffly.
The man in the suit glanced at Nan Zhubin.
Even though this young man seemed normal, or perhaps even better than "normal," this is a mental health center, and interacting with anyone other than a doctor is like a blind box.
After giving the curly-haired doctor a sideways glance, the man in the suit grumbled and left.
"Click," with the door to the evaluation room closed, the curly-haired doctor let out a long breath.
"Encountering such a person first thing in the morning..."
The classroom fatigue on her face became more pronounced.
However, after turning around and seeing Nan Zhubin, her face brightened a bit.
"I saw you yesterday; you’re an intern from Normal University, right? Came quite early, huh? Who’s your mentor?"
Nan Zhubin shook his head, "I’m a resident consultant, but I indeed came from Normal University."
The brightness on the curly-haired doctor’s face faded a bit.
But before she could say anything more, Nan Zhubin was quick to express his desire to spend his free time working in the evaluation room.
The curly-haired doctor’s face looked conflicted: "Ah, that... Although there’s no problem with qualifications, but..."
In the Spirit Center, most positions require a doctor’s qualification or therapist’s qualification to work.
But the psychological evaluation room is different. Masters’ interns and training consultants, once familiar with the process, can also replace doctors in conducting psychological evaluations with patients.
Or rather, the Spirit Center recruited this batch of interns primarily to free up more doctors and therapists from these positions with relatively low professional demands to work in those with higher professional demands.
For the psychological evaluation positions, master’s students’ psychology qualifications and training consultants’ training experiences are sufficient to meet the criteria for qualifications and ability.
However, at this moment, Nan Zhubin was not as well-off as those interns and training consultants.
"We have weekly student assignments here, and if you jump in like this mid-way, it might get messy and cause trouble..." the curly-haired doctor explained with difficulty.
"And you only have free time to come here when you’re not doing consultations, right? But there’s no guarantee there’ll be patients during your free time, and I can’t promise you’ll gain anything here..."
The curly-haired doctor said a lot, but it all boiled down to this.
— She only handles the psychological evaluations, but whether others can join in, she doesn’t have the final say. Someone else has to approve.
Nan Zhubin suddenly found this explanation familiar.
"So which teacher should I talk to?" Determined to find ways to improve himself, Nan Zhubin persisted.
"You should go to Doctor Wen; she’s in charge of your batch of interns and training consultants... Resident consultants should be under her purview too."
Seeing that Nan Zhubin was so understanding, the curly-haired doctor let out a long breath: "But whether you can come or not might still need Doctor Wen to ask our director for approval."
Nan Zhubin nodded thoughtfully, "Then, could I ask where Doctor Wen is?"
"She should be doing treatments today," said the curly-haired doctor. "When treating, the therapists here do nothing else all day, except for a ten-minute break around noon and between treatments."
Therapists at the Spirit Center need to be registered and booked in advance, and once available, these appointments are snatched up quickly.
This means that as long as they’re treating, the therapists’ workload for the day is maxed out.
Of course, therapists couldn’t work like this every day, or they’d be burnt out fast.
"She should only have three days a week of appointments; maybe you could try finding her again then?" the curly-haired doctor suggested.
Working only three days a week on psychological therapy, the remaining time surely isn’t for resting. Usually, the department head assigns therapists some administrative tasks as a change of pace.
Using administrative tasks as a break from psychological work... hearing it that way makes it sound odd.
Nan Zhubin sighed.
He was about to say something.
Knock, knock, knock—
A sudden knock sounded on the door.
The curly-haired doctor hadn’t reacted yet when the door was turned open by itself.
The man in the suit who had just left returned.
Compared to before, his face was now completely stern.
The curly-haired doctor’s face also turned stern: "I still have a patient here, please wait outside for a moment."
But ignoring her, the man in the suit forced his foot into the room: "I know, I respect you, so I also want you to respect me... "
The curly-haired doctor interrupted him: "I have a patient here!"
"I know, and I respect you, so I’m asking for your respect in return!"
The man’s voice in the suit suddenly raised, "I just went to the front desk, and they told me to come back and see you doctors. What’s the point of passing the buck like this?"
"My child has had three online treatments, and instead of getting better, he’s getting worse!"
"I just want to find the doctor treating my child, I want to know exactly what’s going on, why can’t I know?"
"What are you so afraid of?"
With this last sentence, the man in the suit almost shouted.
His roar resonated out of the evaluation room, echoing through the second-floor lobby, drawing the attention of many patients who started looking in this direction.