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

Chapter 407 The Last Thing

all in all.

The current intervention plan for Li Minglu requires extensive consideration of his real life, including that of his wife and children, and involves areas beyond psychological counseling.

The complexity of these real-world factors far exceeded that of the cases Nan Zhuren had previously handled.

Therefore, it is necessary to entrust the case to an older counselor with more life experience.

Weng Pingting nodded.

"Secondly, due to these real-world factors, I've realized that Li Minglu's problem definitely can't be solved in just a few months, or even this year," Nan Zhuren said helplessly.

He stayed in Jiangdu and postponed his trip to Beidu, precisely so that he could finish Li Minglu's case "from beginning to end".

But Nan Zhuren still has exams at the end of the year. In three months at the latest, he will enter the final sprint of his review.

He definitely won't be able to attend to psychological counseling at that time, and Li Minglu's case will have to be handed over sooner or later.

Even if Nan Zhuren insists on keeping Li Minglu's case under control, he will inevitably lower the quality of his consultations without realizing it.

This is the last thing Nan Zhuren wanted to see.

Rather than scrambling to make arrangements when a handover is unavoidable, it's better to take advantage of the present and make detailed plans in advance, and find a reliable consultant.

By proceeding step by step, the negative impact of case transfer can be minimized.

Decision-making is an important part of psychology.

The current situation of "approach-approach conflict" – where "individuals face two or more goals but must choose one" – is one of the test points that Nan Zhuren memorized last night.

Nan Zhuren naturally knew the most appropriate way to deal with it.

Listening to Nan Zhuren's clear and logical explanation, Weng Pingting nodded with admiration.

"It's really good that you can think about all this objectively and calmly."

After all, Nan Zhuren's previous impression was that he was overly enthusiastic about consulting.

Weng Pingting sometimes even worries that Nan Zhuren will give up the postgraduate entrance examination because of the case at hand, and even give up going to Taipei.

“I’ll take this case personally now, and the price will remain the same as your original consultation fee!” In a great mood, Weng Pingting made the decision immediately.

Nan Zhuren agreed with this, since Weng Pingting, as the supervisor, had a very comprehensive understanding of Li Minglu's situation, which could reduce many handover issues.

Their consulting capabilities are not to be underestimated.

It could even be said that, setting aside all the messy external factors, Weng Pingting could do far more than Nan Zhuren in terms of what happened inside the consultation room.

For Li Minglu, this improvement in the quality of consultations is actually a good thing.

It's not bad for Nan Zhuren either—he can test whether cases he handled and then transferred out can still be considered "case archives" after they are finally cured.

If you count.

Then the possibilities will become much greater.

Weng Pingting seemed very excited: "When are you planning to go to Beidu? I'll call the teacher and ask him to arrange an offline exam tutoring course for you. You still need to practice some test-taking skills."

"After you go there, you will be temporarily employed at the teacher's company. You will receive a few visitors each month to earn a living. The position will be registered with him. At the end of the year, you can get a work certificate and take the written test directly in Beidu."

"Don't worry about food and accommodation. The teacher has some vacant property; if you show it to him, he might even pay you a housekeeping fee. The company also provides boxed lunches; if all else fails, you can use the teacher's or Da Hui's meal card to eat at the school..."

The arrangements were incredibly meticulous.

but.

Nan Zhuren blinked: "Is at least ten consultations a month okay?"

Money isn't actually that important.

Weng Pingting choked. The initial感动 (feeling of being moved) that "the child has become sensible" gradually faded, and she began to look at Nan Zhuren again with the eyes of someone examining a troubled child.

But Nan Zhuren knew that Weng Pingting's reaction was a form of agreement.

"As for when we'll go to Beidu..." Nan Zhuren hesitated for a moment, "I'm actually not very sure. It might be in two weeks, or it might be next month, or at the latest, it might be the month after next." Weng Pingting was taken aback: "Is there anything else that hasn't been resolved?"

Nan Zhuren nodded: "There's something I've wanted to do many times, but I haven't been able to. Consider it a way to finish what I started."

Weng Pingting tilted her head: "What is it?"

……

Drip, drip, drip, drip—

The special medicine flowed from the infusion bottle and dripped down into the drip chamber, drop by drop.

It's like a countdown; most people would probably start to get restless after watching it for a while.

But for people who are already bored out of their minds, this process of counting bits and pieces can be considered as finding something to do.

On the contrary, it allows you to calm down.

Lin Lilin, a former professor at Jiangda University, is doing just that right now.

His eyes were vacant.

The sudden changes in his life, physical ailments, the effects of medication, and a variety of other factors combined to leave him feeling numb and utterly dejected.

He watched the medicine drip into the drip chamber, then flow along the IV tube to the needle, and felt it enter his punctured blood vessel.

It must be said that this can also be considered a form of mindfulness training.

Unfortunately, Lin Lilin couldn't sense anything.

He couldn't feel anything, neither in his hands nor his feet.

He lay on the hospital bed, like a pile of flesh.

Soon, the medicine in the bottle was gone.

Lin Lilin seemed to snap out of his daze.

At that moment, a robust caregiver wearing a white short-sleeved shirt walked in.

He silently turned Lin Lilin over, checked Lin Lilin's basic condition, and after confirming that there were no problems, he prepared to leave.

"I have one more bottle of medicine."

Lin Lilin suddenly spoke up, causing the burly caregiver to stop in his tracks.

"I still have one bottle of medicine left to take!" The prisoner was unusually insistent on this point.

The caregiver frowned, took out a folder, and checked the contents against the records inside.

Then, in a teasing tone, he said, "That's all the medicine you have for today."

Lin Lilin's expression suddenly became somewhat flustered, as if he had lost something extremely precious.

"but--"

The caregiver drawled out her words. Sure enough, this caused a dramatic change in Lin Lilin's expression.

"You have someone visiting you today."

In a short period of time, Lin Lilin's face underwent several dramatic changes.

His eyes were practically gleaming: "Is he coming? Is it today?!"

In an instant, the fact that he had missed an IV drip became insignificant to Lin Lilin.

The caregiver did not reply.

Lin Lilin became inexplicably irritable, but since he couldn't move, he had no choice but to turn his gaze to the clock on the wall.

I started counting down the seconds as they passed.

(End of this chapter)