Chapter 1065 - 804: Patient No One Competes For_2
How rare and precious must a patient be for the teaching instructor to mention them specifically?
If I could just evaluate them—even if it’s just an assessment—it would surely be very rewarding!
The calm demeanor Blue Tie cultivated in society finally reached its limit; he felt as though his eardrums were thudding like a drum, and his face flushed red.
"...That type of patient is rare even in Jingwei. If you’re interested, I can briefly tell you about them..." said the curly-haired doctor.
Amidst various emotions, Blue Tie could no longer hear what the curly-haired doctor was saying.
But the curly-haired doctor only said one or two sentences more.
Suddenly,
Whirring—Whirring—
A strange noise sounded outside the door.
The sound had a crisp quality, but at the same time, it seemed as if something was dragging on the ground, mixing something heavy with the crispness.
Whirring—Whirring—
The hall outside the assessment room had somehow become quiet, so quiet that only this strange whirring sound could be heard, making it particularly abrupt.
Before Nan Zhubin found it strange, the door to the assessment room was suddenly knocked on.
Knock knock knock—
"It should be the patient I was telling you about." The curly-haired doctor realized something and called out loudly, "Come in."
The door opened.
Everyone saw an uncle in a dark blue top, wearing a hat.
Nan Zhubin instinctively looked at the shoulder insignia, wondering why the uncle with the hat would wear a uniform here.
And the consultants who were originally sitting in a relaxed posture, somewhat maintaining their lab coat demeanor, involuntarily straightened up.
"Doctor, we brought a patient for you—should have communicated with you guys yesterday."
The curly-haired doctor’s sitting posture didn’t change, but her tone unintentionally became like when facing Nan Zhubin.
"That’s right... Did you go to the outpatient clinic to see our director?"
"Yes, we did; they initiated the psychological test and said we had to come here for some questions or something..."
"Okay, good, did you pay the fee? We need the fee paid for the operation here."
"My colleague is at the guide desk...um, he messaged me, the fee is paid."
The curly-haired doctor nodded, "Then bring the patient in."
Whirring—Whirring—
Two more uncles with hats entered from outside, one on each side, escorting a young man in an orange vest.
Nan Zhubin’s gaze instinctively lowered, looking at the strange-sounding item on the orange vest.
Foot shackles.
"Sit." The first uncle who came in spoke concisely, then circled back to the door to close it well.
Before doing so, he glanced behind the curly-haired doctor and Nan Zhubin, "So many people..."
"Here to learn, these young doctors or psychological teachers are all professionals; it’s okay." The curly-haired doctor said.
Such a patient is very rare, good for the young ones to learn.
The uncle with the hat nodded, with a "click," closed the door.
Thus forming an enclosed space.
The young man in the orange vest sat on the stool, not looking up, only showing the top covered with a layer of stubble. The two scapulae under the vest were uneven, slightly hunching back.
For some reason, Nan Zhubin suddenly felt the atmosphere around him tighten. He looked sideways and backward with his peripheral vision, finding all the advanced consultants had shrunk into the corners of the walls.
Especially a male teacher wearing a blue tie inside his white coat, his face turned pale.
Nan Zhubin didn’t bother with them, just reached out to the uncle with the hat, "May I have the document? I need to verify the patient’s information."
"Sure, you’re welcome." The uncle with the hat was very polite.
Nan Zhubin glanced at the document, then looked at the orange vest sitting opposite him.
Director He prescribed this orange vest three scales: [Wechsler Intelligence Test], [Combined Raven’s Test], [Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory].
The [Wechsler Intelligence Test] is used for a comprehensive assessment of individual intelligence levels, employing verbal and performance subtests to derive verbal IQ, performance IQ, and full-scale IQ. It’s one of the most authoritative individual intelligence tests, widely used in clinical diagnosis, educational placement, and career assessment.
The [Combined Raven’s Test] is a non-verbal graphic reasoning test, focusing on measuring general reasoning ability, with a broad application range, particularly suitable for cross-cultural research or individuals with speech disorders.
The [Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory] is a self-report inventory used to evaluate personality traits and screen for psychopathology. It includes multiple clinical scales and validity scales, not only aiding clinical psychological diagnosis but also widely used in judicial and high-risk career selection and other fields for mental health assessments.
These tests are relatively familiar to Nan Zhubin. Seeing this combination, Nan Zhubin could probably guess what this patient was going to do.
Is this someone with a brain problem coming to certify it?
Because of this, Nan Zhubin’s mood sank slightly.
It’s not that the difficulty is so great, but these three tests are all very time-consuming.
Among them, the fastest [Combined Raven’s Test] also takes at least half an hour to complete, with the [Wechsler Intelligence Test] and [Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory] ranging from at least forty minutes to an hour and a half.
[Director He... is so wild with prescribing scales?]
Fortunately, these three tests are all self-assessment scales, allowing the patient to complete them independently without much effort from the doctor.
They can even be directly opened on the computer and let the patient do it themselves.
The only issue is that this assessment room can’t be entered by anyone afterward.
"Just a moment." Nan Zhubin said.
Information was inputted, scales were distributed, and opened—
"You sit here; we will start with the [Wechsler Intelligence Test], you need to answer these questions yourself."
As Nan Zhubin spoke, he made space directly facing the computer.
The uncles with hats exchanged a glance, and one of them commanded, "Get up, do whatever the doctor says."
As the orange vest stood up—
Whirr-r-rr—
This wasn’t the sound from the orange vest’s shackles, but the advanced consultants stood up one after another, making way for the orange vest to move to the computer screen, causing sounds as legs hit the stools.
Even in loose lab coats, everyone stood tautly, instinctively standing against the wall.
The uncle with the hat very thoughtfully moved alongside the orange vest, simultaneously expressing thanks to the consultants for "stepping aside" and "thank you."
As the orange vest settled in front of the computer, Nan Zhubin pressed the [start answering] button.
In intelligence tests, the time taken to answer is also a criterion.
However, the next second.
The orange vest looked at the computer screen for a moment, then turned back: "Doctor, I can’t read."
Nan Zhubin blinked.
The uncle with the hat standing beside the orange vest habitually scolded the orange vest once, then helplessly told Nan Zhubin: "Doctor, this situation indeed exists..."
Alright, although these are self-assessment scales, in such a special case, turning them into semi-other-assessment scales temporarily is no big issue.
Nan Zhubin nodded, said "excuse me," to find a position where he could see the computer screen.
The lineup in front of the computer became [Hat Uncle 1 - Nan Zhubin - Orange Vest - Hat Uncle 2 - Hat Uncle 3]
The screen popped up a window, showing the first question of the [Wechsler Intelligence Test], a general knowledge one.
"How many seasons are there in a year?" Nan Zhubin asked.
No need to look at the computer, the orange vest naturally lowered his head.
"...Four." His voice was muffled, and he didn’t answer slowly.
But it gave a weird sense of awkwardness.
Nan Zhubin clicked "4," then moved the mouse to the next question.
"How many days are in a week?"
This time, the answer was slower. "Seven... seven days."
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