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

Chapter 294 He may not be an isolated case

But in response to Nan Zhuren's words...

Chang Ming did not give Nan Zhuren any attitude.

From the very beginning, from the initial meeting, to leading the way, to seeing the tall and short duo, and up to now, his expression has hardly changed.

He simply lowered his head, pondering Nan Zhuren's words.

After a while, Chang Ming looked up and reminded Nan Zhuren, "If you provide this 'complete' report, we may contact you later to answer some additional questions, or even... reassess. These will require you to spend a lot of time cooperating."

If it were only "anorexia nervosa," there wouldn't be so many problems, the project could basically be terminated directly, and we could just wait for the funding a few months later.

But Nan Zhuren seemed not to understand the subtext: "Of course, this is my job, and I signed the report. We should cooperate with any follow-up matters."

Chang Ming let out a soft breath and nodded, saying, "I understand. I will take your report back with me."

That concludes today's task.

Nan Zhuren nodded slightly, her eyes involuntarily sweeping over Chang Ming's face.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but ask, "Director Chang, in your previous work, how many similar student cases have you seen?"

Chang Ming paused involuntarily as he was putting the evaluation report into his briefcase.

Then, an expression appeared on his face that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

"...It's hard to say."

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Jiangdu city center.

Weng Pingting loudly directed the moving company workers to carry a three-meter-long double sofa into a room with a sign that read "Consultation Room 1" on the door.

After looking around the room, he finally smiled with satisfaction: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

The beautiful and elegant urban woman expressed her gratitude, which made even the experienced craftsman chuckle twice.

The young apprentice next to her, who was in his early twenties, turned red in the face and dared not look Weng Pingting in the eye again.

Such a young and beautiful female boss is a rare sight.

Under normal circumstances, the experienced master craftsman might even encourage his young apprentice to strike up a conversation. It's not that he has any ulterior motives; it's simply a way to lighten the busy and monotonous life, making the next day something to look forward to.

Unfortunately, things are different now.

Next to the female boss stood a man as tall and strong as a wall; his physique alone was intimidating.

If someone with that physique joined the company of experienced workers, they could probably earn the equivalent of one and a half times the wages of a single person.

However, even men this muscular are not unheard of; throughout his long career, he has seen muscle monsters in gyms. With careful selection, he can find a few with similar physiques.

Thinking of this, the old master craftsman's gaze involuntarily drifted to another man next to the female boss.

If the old master could recall a few similar people to the burly man, he had never seen this young man before.

How is this young man so unusual? Let me put it this way—if this young man were working on a project for a veteran company, he could sit down and drink tea after arriving at the site, and then direct the female boss who paid him to move the house herself.

Of course, even if such young people are at their wits' end, they shouldn't be reduced to doing this type of manual labor.

The master craftsman sighed inwardly, beckoned to his apprentice, who was feeling ashamed of himself, and settled the remaining payment with Weng Pingting. They each took a bottle of mineral water and left.

Weng Pingting politely escorted them to the door.

Then he turned around, pointed to the newly set-up consultation room, and said to Nan Zhuren, "This consultation room is now ready. When your Li Minglu comes to us this week, we can arrange for you to have a consultation here."

Weng Pingting's studio isn't large, but even so, it has three consultation rooms, one office, and one reception room. Renovating it won't be quick.

However, in order to meet Nan Zhuren's consultation request as soon as possible, Weng Pingting put aside everything else and prioritized completing the setup of the outermost consultation room to ensure that it could receive Li Minglu, who was scheduled to visit this week.

On the contrary, the office that can't be seen at the back now doesn't even have a desk. Teacher Hu and other senior consultants who have joined Weng Pingting's team are still working from home.

Nan Zhuren naturally knew all this, and he showed a sincere smile: "Thank you, Sister Pingting, for causing you so much trouble."

Weng Pingting waved her hand: "Let's get down to business, the project you were working on yesterday."

Since the studio was just starting out, Weng Pingting has been extremely busy lately; Nan Zhuren and Chonghui had their psychological assessments done yesterday, and then went out for a meal and a chat, returning late at night.

Therefore, even though they lived in the same place, they never managed to run into each other.

Since Weng Pingting was the project's official person in charge, Nan Zhuren and his team had to inform her of the situation.

That's why I made a special trip here.

After Nan Zhuren gave a brief introduction to Li Mingchen's situation, Weng Pingting nodded knowingly.

"It's not a big problem. There might be some work later, but we won't be the main contributors anymore."

She turned to Chonghui and said, "You can also start preparing and begin coordinating with the person in charge at Jiangdu No.1 High School to design an emotion recognition system. For you, this is the important thing that you can use to write your thesis."

Chonghui, who was pursuing his arduous doctoral studies, nodded solemnly.

"As for Zhu Ren, you'll cooperate with your senior brother... Hmm? Zhu Ren, what are you thinking?"

Nan Zhuren, who was lost in thought, was awakened by Weng Pingting's voice; he had just been daydreaming.

Blinking to regain his composure, Nan Zhuren said apologetically, "I was worried about that student..."

"Although his anxiety symptoms have been relieved by the change of environment, he will eventually have to go back to training and exams, and it is hard to say whether his anxiety will come back."

"At the same time, his eating disorder has not been effectively treated..."

Moreover, to be fair, anorexia nervosa is a rare intervention case for Nan Zhuren, and it might even be developed into a case file.

He was quite reluctant to part with it.

Weng Pingting raised an eyebrow and suddenly interrupted Nan Zhuren: "So, are you going to provide him with counseling and intervention?"

Nan Zhuren was taken aback and shook his head.

As an expert conducting psychological assessments, he has no right to provide follow-up psychological counseling to the other party.

"Then don't think about it anymore." Weng Pingting waved her hand and then comforted her, "After you submit such a report, the Education Bureau or the Health Commission will definitely arrange for relevant counselors to intervene. Although it is unlikely that it will be us, don't worry—that student will not be left unattended."

"If you're worried, I'll make a few calls to follow up later."

As Weng Pingting said this, the thoughtful look on Nan Zhuren's face did not diminish.

This obvious expression was captured precisely.

"What are you still thinking about?"

Nan Zhuren spoke frankly: "Aren't we going to the high school that student attends?"

"I was wondering if that student's situation was an isolated case."

"Psychological problems are ultimately influenced by both internal and external factors. So, in that student's case of anorexia nervosa and anxiety, were the internal or external factors more significant?"

"If it's due to external factors, are there any other similar situations at that school...?"

(End of this chapter)