Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

Chapter 117 The True Judgment

Inside the office area of ​​the Jiangda Psychological Center.

The teacher in charge of the center sat upright at his workstation, his posture as straight as if he were in military training.

He had the files of the student visitors laid out in front of him, and he seemed to be fulfilling his duty, carefully preparing for the next visitor.

However, the page in front of me hadn't been turned for twenty minutes.

A full page contains less than 200 words.

click-

The sound of the office door opening rang out.

The teacher in charge of the center's eyes narrowed, and all her attention instantly focused.

Then they heard the sound of footsteps approaching, a rhythm that was very familiar to the teacher in charge of the center.

Yes, it's familiar.

Before becoming the center's lead teacher, he was just an ordinary counselor at the Jiangda Psychological Center.

No matter what kind of workplace it is, there will always be that one person who is always the focus of everyone's attention as soon as they appear, and who can always handle things that others can't do.

At that time, the center's head teacher, who was just an ordinary counselor, thought that "that person" would be herself, who had graduated with a master's degree at a young age and passed the civil service exam; but in reality, "that person" was a first-year graduate student working part-time as a counselor at the counseling center.

That person's name is Nan Zhuren.

From that moment on, the teacher in charge at the center remembered that person's face, that person's temperament, and even the sound of that person walking.

Although the shoes have changed, the frequency of walking remains the same; so much so that even after so long, the teacher in charge at the center can easily tell the difference.

Dengdengdeng-

The teacher in charge of the center pricked up his ears and heard the footsteps moving around the office area, darting left and right, as if searching for something.

Finally, they slowly approached that person's former workstation.

Yes, the teacher in charge at the center still remembers where that person used to work.

What is that person thinking right now? Are they reminiscing? Are they regretting it?

Why didn't he talk to me? Did he want to talk to me?

How did he intervene with his clients? Was it the same as before?

Countless ideas collided, clashed, and merged in the mind of the teacher in charge of the center.

Upon reaching a peak, they suddenly vanished together.

The teacher in charge of the center also breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Regardless, let's focus on doing the task at hand well first.

He felt relieved at that moment.

So he finally turned to the page of information that hadn't been touched for twenty-five minutes and began to read it carefully.

But it was at this very moment—

With a "click," the office door opened again.

"Teacher Nan, here are the results of the questionnaire that the student just completed. Here you go."

Suddenly, it felt like summer sunshine had flooded in, and the previously quiet and awkward office atmosphere became lively.

"Then that student wants to schedule the next consultation, but I don't know when you're available next week."

"In addition, there is—"

Summer paused here, as if she had finally noticed another person in the office. Her usual liveliness, enthusiasm, and vitality vanished, replaced by only about 7% of her usual level.

And it was at this moment that the teacher in charge of the center finally rose from the ground.

He was furious: "Nan Zhuren, you've scheduled another consultation for that student? She's just under academic pressure, why does she need so many consultations? What if you make her dependent on consultations? Or has she already transferred her affections to you?!" Nan Zhuren didn't answer immediately.

He took the materials from Xia Tian's hand and silently turned his eyes to the teacher in charge of the center.

The teacher in charge of the center has been contributing throughout this process.

"Nan Zhuren, you've caused accidents before because of misjudgments and interference. Are you trying something different now?"

"I know you've found a backer for your consulting work outside, but let me tell you, students in schools are different, and consulting in schools is different! Don't even think about... what is this?!"

……

The teacher in charge of the center spoke so rapidly that Xia Tian couldn't help but hold her breath.

She quickly turned her concerned gaze to Nan Zhuren, only to find that the young counselor showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever due to the hostile person's verbal attacks. Instead, she displayed a calmness akin to "a gentle breeze caressing a mountain ridge."

Then, he quietly organized the documents in his hand and handed them forward.

The center's teacher was immediately drawn to it.

"……What's this?"

“Consultation records and subsequent archived materials,” Nan Zhuren said.

His voice was deep and gentle, with the warmth unique to a psychologist. He was not affected by the previous accusations and still had the effect of calming emotions.

When emotions were running high, this thing suddenly appeared in front of them, and even the teacher in charge of the center couldn't help but be momentarily distracted.

He subconsciously looked at what Nan Zhuren was holding.

[Consultation and Intervention Process: Data Collection...]

Emotional comfort...

Assign homework before the consultation ends. This includes [pausing studies], [increasing social interaction], [trying to confide in someone], etc.

A quick glance revealed Nan Zhuren's consultation process, especially the homework he assigned to the client at the end.

Everything was perfectly standard and conventional, but this one glance reignited the anger that the teacher in charge of the center had just begun to calm.

"In this situation, a second consultation is still needed..."

The teacher in charge of the center stopped abruptly because he looked at the screen a second time as he said those words.

[Psychological assessment and diagnosis: Moderate anxiety, mild depression]

His face showed an expression that said, "What kind of nonsense are you writing?"

Most of the emotions that had been building up inside him dissipated at once, but it still wasn't enough. He composed himself, wanting to say something more.

Nan Zhuren then shook his hand again, and the top of the document changed from his consultation record to three scales.

"This is the scale that Xia Tian had the student complete right after the consultation. It's a small scale with only about ten questions, you should be able to understand it."

Three scales.

The top one is the Social Avoidance and Distress Scale (SAD).

The one in the middle is the Self-Rating Anxiety Scale (SAS).

At the bottom is the Self-Rating Depression Scale (SDS).

The professional competence of the teacher in charge at the center made him almost instinctively look for the options on several key questions in the scale. After seeing them clearly, his gaze froze.

Nan Zhuren quietly added, "This scale was administered after the consultation. Theoretically, she would have scored higher when she came for the consultation."

The teacher in charge of the center suddenly realized what was happening and snatched the materials from Nan Zhuren's hands almost by force, then returned to her workstation as quickly as possible.

I took out the scale reference tool, started manually calculating the score, and then froze my actions again.

(End of this chapter)