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

Chapter 42 Panic Attack
For a long time.

The female student finally put down her camera, satisfied.

The thick beard finally brought his chin back to a normal height.

The group began to walk inside.

As a top-tier university in the province, Jiangdu University's atmosphere immediately gave everyone a feeling of returning to their youth.

There are two gates on the west side of Jiangnan University, and one each on the east and south sides. The group entered from the east side and walked for almost fifteen minutes, but still hadn't reached the teaching area.

They walked through a huge osmanthus grove and reached the shore of the artificial lake. While admiring the lotus pond in front of them, they walked further in. In the distance, they could vaguely see several students who had been discussing their group assignment on their laptops looking over curiously.

However, since "visiting the school" was already part of the itinerary, no one felt tired.

The bearded man chatted with the two students with great interest, while Nan Zhuren suddenly felt a sense of disorientation, as if his memories had been activated and were beginning to boil.

He almost completely shut down his social media activity and began to remain silent.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment."

Suddenly, the young teacher who had been chatting with Weng Pingting apologized.

He gestured to his vibrating phone: "It's our director; he's probably going to ask me about the current progress."

Weng Pingting smiled and nodded, glanced back, and slowed her pace to Nan Zhuren's side.

Seeing Nan Zhuren's silence, the senior psychological counselor thought for a moment and then asked, "Old Huo didn't make things difficult for you before, did he?"

Nan Zhuren's thoughts were suddenly pulled from her memories and back to her work:
"Huh? No, the boss didn't give me any trouble."

Weng Pingting laughed: "You're even covering for Lao Huo now? That guy isn't one to put up with things. After I... after we argued, he was bound to find someone to vent his anger on. You were standing so straight in front of the gun, how could you possibly escape being hit by gunpowder?"

Nan Zhuren recalled Howard's previous appearance and couldn't help but smile slightly: "He probably did intend to do that back then, I could tell."

"and then."

Nan Zhuren thought for a moment, then smiled again: "I greeted him very politely and then handed him a cup of coffee."

Now Weng Pingting's interest was piqued: "Old Huo was furious at the time, but you greeted him and made him coffee—and he stopped being angry?"

"Correct."

"You're better at calming him down than I am?"

Nan Zhuren pursed her lips: "Ah, you can't say that."

Weng Pingting also laughed.

"You don't have any similar secrets to your micro-expression analysis, do you? Something specifically for soothing men?"

Nan Zhuren remained silent.

……

More and more students suddenly appeared at this time.

Suddenly, people appeared from all directions, like streams flowing into the ocean. Students appeared in front of, behind, to the sides of Nan Zhuren and his group from dormitories, study rooms, convenience stores, groves, and all sorts of places that could and could not be imagined, like monsters spawning.

The originally spacious road suddenly became congested in just two minutes.

While it wasn't exactly crowded, the leisurely strolling around like before seemed rather impolite.

But even with the bushy beard, you could still see several students riding bicycles, electric bikes, or skateboarding through the crowd.

Nan Zhuren suddenly realized: "Is this class starting?"

The female student holding the camera nodded in affirmation, "Yes, our first class starts at 2:30 this afternoon. But the lecture is scheduled for the second period, so there's no rush."

The bearded man was curious, perhaps because he had been away from university for too long and everything was new to him. He looked at the students in the crowd using wheeled vehicles and asked, "Aren't they okay with that? Aren't they afraid of hitting someone?"

The male student replied, "Uh... the main thing is that we're on the main road now, and not every road is this congested. Hitting someone might happen occasionally, but..."

The male student hadn't finished speaking when a scream suddenly came from ahead!
The surroundings suddenly became noisy.

The crowd in front of Nan Zhuren loosened up for a moment, then suddenly began to compress and crowd together.

The teacher, who was on the phone with the director, narrowed his eyes, said a few words briefly, and rushed forward. The students immediately parted to make way for him, and Nan Zhuren was able to see what was happening.

A bewildered boy stood two steps away from a crooked skateboard, its wheels still spinning.

A girl was huddled up not far away, her clothes torn and trembling on the ground.

—It looks like the skateboarding boy, who was rushing to class, lost control of his speed on the downhill road and accidentally knocked down the girl in front of him.

Fortunately, it wasn't at full speed, and because of the weather, the girl was wearing thick clothes, so she didn't seem to have any injuries other than a few scrapes.

but.

Nan Zhuren and Weng Pingting's brows gradually furrowed.

—This girl is acting strangely.

She was curled up, hugging her arms, her head buried in her knees, sobbing and panting, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

She didn't seem to be injured, but she just lay there in the middle of the road, motionless.

The crowd grew larger and larger, causing a traffic jam. Some students behind, unaware of what was happening, started shouting loudly, and electric scooters began honking their horns.

The girl on the ground shrank even more, like a hedgehog.

The young teacher loudly ordered the surrounding students to disperse, then approached the girl and shouted, "Hey, are you feeling alright? Where are you hurt? Can you move? Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

The girl seemed not to hear anything and showed no reaction whatsoever.

"What's wrong with her?" Some students around them whispered among themselves.

Nan Zhuren and Weng Pingting exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Panic attack!"

……

Panic is a strong stress response that usually occurs when life is threatened. Its external manifestations include rapid heartbeat, sweating, and palpitations, while its internal manifestations include elevated blood pressure and adrenaline levels. It is a natural reaction that helps us escape or fight.

However, some people experience panic attacks regardless of the occasion, such as while eating, reading, or even driving.

Or some people may experience a panic attack that is too intense, resulting in temporary dizziness, numbness, a feeling of impending death, and an instantaneous loss of communication with the outside world.

When panic attacks occur regardless of the situation, or when they are so intense as to be abnormal, and they interfere with an individual's life and work for a long time, it can be considered that it has evolved into panic disorder.

This symptom is usually accompanied by PTSD or anxiety disorders.

Some wild sheep in nature will freeze and lie on their backs when they are startled; this is a type of panic disorder that has reached its extreme.

……

The girl is currently suffering from a panic attack due to the accident, to the point that she has lost contact with the outside world.

Without the slightest hesitation, Weng Pingting stepped forward, with Nan Zhuren following closely behind.

The male student who came with her instinctively urged the female student, "Take a picture quickly."

He felt this was an extremely suitable news story to be published on the campus network; they were incredibly lucky.

The girl, who had been snapping photos non-stop the whole way, hesitated at this moment: "I think..."

"I think it's best not to."

The bearded consultant said softly, then suddenly stepped forward and blocked the camera lens, even though the lens hadn't been turned on yet.

His handsome chin swayed slightly from side to side as he succinctly stated, "It wouldn't be appropriate to include that girl in the photo under these circumstances."

(End of this chapter)