Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

Director He nodded slightly as she listened.

At the same time, her fingers tapped away on the keyboard: "Just didn’t have enough fun, didn’t eat well, led to a bad mood."

"So your emotions are easily influenced by external factors, only improving when your wishes are fulfilled... Can I understand it this way?"

The girl neither refuted nor nodded.

After inputting what she just heard into the computer, Director He picked up her cup and took a sip.

She continued to ask, "Have you recently had any thoughts of self-harm or suicide?"

"...Yes, yes... Thoughts of suicide."

Director He’s tone was flat: "Hmm, when?"

Perhaps influenced by Director He’s questioning, the girl’s tone was equally flat: "This morning."

"This morning." Director He nodded and placed her fingers on the keyboard again, "Did something happen this morning, or was it a sudden thought?"

There was a calmness in the girl’s voice: "This morning... I suddenly thought, if something happened to me, my roommate could secure postgraduate study."

Director He paused.

Then she deliberately raised her voice as if hearing something unbelievable: "Why is your roommate’s postgraduate study related to you?"

The girl blinked: "Just... There’s this saying at our school that if one person in the dormitory unexpectedly passes away, all the remaining roommates can secure postgraduate study."

...

This statement made the intern researchers behind Director He blink.

Indeed, there’s such a saying in university dormitories.

Not only "postgraduate study," but also "direct PhD admission." Many graduate students, pushed hard by their advisors, couldn’t come up with their theses, and would jokingly say to their roommates something like, "Shall I help you get a PhD so you won’t have to write a thesis?"

But it is all just a joke.

Director He did not laugh temporarily, instead, she asked the girl, "So the person who would be involved in an incident, as you mentioned, is you, right?"

"Yes."

Nan Zhubin saw Director He showing a puzzled expression: "I’m curious—how is your life and death related to your roommate’s postgraduate study? Would your life and death impact their study?"

The girl shook her head and explained: "It’s not that, but if I die, they may find it easier."

Director He leaned forward slightly: "Does your school really have such a regulation? Have there been any announcements or specific policy releases? Where did you see this information?"

This chain of questioning felt quite oppressive.

The girl hesitated, then slightly shook her head: "It’s... just a rumor at our school."

So, there was no actual policy.

Director He spoke in a confirming tone, raising her voice yet again: "See, why is there a saying like ’student’s death leads to roommates securing postgraduate study’? There is no such policy."

"You are university students; don’t easily believe rumors. We often liaise with various universities, and there’s never been such a regulation. You can check online, but we should always refer to the Ministry of Education’s official website."

Director He paused, then suddenly laughed: "If you find this policy, I’ll give you ten thousand yuan."

This line left the girl unsure how to respond; she could hardly say she’d really go check, so she remained silent.

Seeing the girl’s expression, Director He said: "See, young lady, what others say isn’t necessarily correct, understand? Your life or death has nothing to do with their postgraduate study; even if you have an accident, they won’t be able to secure postgraduate study. Live your own life well."

The girl neither nodded nor responded.

Director He typed some more into the computer while the visitor remained silent.

The consultation room was filled with the sound of keyboards tapping.

Suddenly, after inputting the girl’s situation into the computer, Director He asked, "By the way, in your university, does getting a driving license count as credits?"

The girl was taken aback; the topic jumped too sharply for her to keep up.

Without waiting for her response, Director He suddenly turned to the batch of master’s interns, including Nan Zhubin, and asked: "Does your school give extra credits?"

Nan Zhubin and the others were taken aback.

Weren’t they there to observe? What’s it got to do with them?

Upon hearing Director He’s question, the visiting girl and the other consulting interns also involuntarily turned their attention here.

Seeing no one was answering, Director He repeated: "Does getting a driver’s license count as credits in your college?"

The sociable senior responded the quickest—he had also chosen to observe Director He’s consultation.

He thought for a moment and laughed: "When we were undergraduates, there was such a policy, but it wasn’t about adding credits; it was about adding ’comprehensive quality points,’ useful in year-end awards and commendations."

Director He displayed an exaggerated expression: "Is there really such a saying? Is it stated in the policy, officially defined?"

The sociable senior affirmed: "Yes, if it’s a certificate stamped by the state, it can count for points."

The other master’s interns beside him nodded repeatedly.

Upon hearing this, Director He showed a look of reflection: "So a driver’s license really can add points?"

She turned to the girl as if engaging in a casual conversation: "I wanted my child to learn to drive after the college entrance exam; she says she’ll do it in university and then add credits."

"I didn’t believe it before. Turns out it really does add points."

Director He emphasized, "You see, this is what is officially defined in the policy."

The girl was silent for a bit, then suddenly spoke: "I heard getting a marriage certificate can also add points?"

Director He paused briefly before displaying a more exaggerated expression, turning to the sociable senior as if to confirm: "Really, does a marriage certificate also add points?"

The sociable senior also paused: "About this... It seems there’s such a saying, but I haven’t seen it, since undergraduate marriages are rare. But a marriage certificate does have an official stamp..."

Before he finished, Director He, as if hearing a brilliant joke, laughed aloud.

"This, it’s so amusing, a marriage certificate can... hahahaha..."

In the midst of her laughter, the girl sitting opposite couldn’t help but smile slightly.

She looked at the girl: "See young lady, live well, and you’ll find many interesting, fun things."

The girl’s smile faded quickly, quietly vanished; she was back to a blank expression.

Director He seemed not to notice: "I know you’re not feeling well, but once your emotional issues are resolved, you’ll find these things interesting."

Like a minor interlude.

After saying the last sentence, Director He quickly brought the topic back in the consultation room.

Director He asked: "How has your eating been in the recent week? Eating okay?"

The girl said: "Hmm, it’s okay."

"How about sleep?" Director He asked, "Do you wake often at night or wake early in the morning? How’s your state during the day?"

The girl said: "Sleeping, but easily waking, just the same status, no change."

Director He nodded, tapped on the keyboard a few times, then asked, "I see Psychiatry previously prescribed lithium carbonate for you, any changes in your body or emotions after taking the medication?"

"No other discomfort."

Director He continued to ask, "What’s your current dosage of lithium carbonate? Which medication do you think works best among the ones you’re taking?"

The girl did not directly answer the dosage question; instead, she said: "I feel... the taste of the medicine is too strong, I can’t quite accept it."

She tentatively asked: "Can the dosage be reduced? Or... change the medication?"