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

Chapter 555 A group of visitors, and an exam
More hospital staff have also noticed the unusual behavior of the nurse with the bun hairstyle.

Then Dr. Qiu quickly stepped forward and carefully turned the nurse with the bun hairstyle, who was curled up on the ground, over. A glaring scarlet color immediately came into everyone's view.

Screams erupted from the crowd once again.

Fortunately, this is a hospital.

Dr. Qiu immediately began examining the nurse with the bun hairstyle and administering first aid. Although she was a psychiatrist, her efficient and skillful movements suggested she was a doctor transferred from another department.

At the same time, Nan Zhuren also observed that although Dr. Qiu's expression was serious, he was not nervous, which indicated that the nurse with the bun hairstyle was not seriously injured.

Her skin was pale at the moment, and she was in a state similar to being in a coma, but it was more likely due to some kind of stress or severe external injuries.

Nan Zhuren breathed a sigh of relief.

It was during this process that Nan Zhuren caught a glimpse of the name tag on the nurse's chest—Li Lingling.

Dengdengdeng-

Hurried footsteps sounded, followed by an urgent voice: "Make way, I'm Hu Guangling, I'm Hu Guangling!"

A female doctor in her forties rushed in, her voice urgent. She was clearly the "Dr. Hu" the old man was looking for.

Her face held an almost sacrificial solemnity, but upon seeing the scene, all the expressions on her face froze.

"What's going on now?" she asked the people around her, bewildered.

Drip drip drip drip—

A rhythmic sound rang out in the hospital, but it wasn't the familiar ambulance siren; it was a police siren.

……

Nan Zhuren came to the hospital today for a physical examination.

Now his medical check-up program has been upgraded for free, and he no longer needs to wait in line.

The hospital clearly had an emergency plan in place for what had just happened; however, due to complex realities, some parts of the plan were not always executed perfectly.

However, Nan Zhuren's part went very smoothly.

For Nan Zhuren, however, this process seemed all too familiar; he couldn't even remember how many times he had undergone a physical examination for similar reasons.

Lying on the MRI machine, my body was gradually pushed into the machine, and I watched as everything in front of me was gradually covered by darkness.

If someone with claustrophobia were placed in this device, they might have a panic attack at any moment.

Fortunately, Nan Zhuren didn't have this problem, and he even had the leisure to close his eyes and start resting—everything that had just happened was quite a shock to him.

There was no one else in the MRI room except Nan Zhuren. The doctor in charge of the examination was in another small cubicle, examining Nan Zhuren's condition through a two-way glass panel.

The doctor was unusually gentle, pressing the button on the two-way intercom and softly instructing Nan Zhuren: "Okay, let's stay in this position and don't move. If you feel any discomfort, just let us know."

Besides the doctor's voice, there was also faint background noise coming from the loudspeaker, which was the conversation between the nurse and the doctor's assistant who brought Nan Zhuren in for examination.

"Is that him? The one who solved our problem today..."

"Yes, that's him."

"Amazing..." The voice was filled with suppressed excitement.

Then came a hushed discussion. Nan Zhuren was also familiar with this part of the discussion.

Then, the topic shifted.

"However, I heard that although things were handled well today, some people were still injured."

"Who?" the voice asked curiously.

“...Li Lingling.”

"Huh? Her? How..." The voice was filled with disbelief.

"I heard she snatched the knife from that man, and was injured herself, otherwise things would have been much more complicated..."

"Ah, her..." Nan Zhuren sensed something unusual in the voice, "I never expected..."

The nurses' unprofessional discussion was quickly stopped by the doctor who was conducting the examination.

The walkie-talkie was turned off, and the environment was quiet for a while. Then the MRI machine was turned on, and the sound of periodic electron fluctuations enveloped Nan Zhuren.

hum - hum - hum -

It's a bit hypnotic.

And so, Nan Zhuren really fell asleep.

After a while, Nan Zhuren was shaken awake by the doctor and returned the metal items he was carrying.

After saying goodbye to the smiling medical staff, Nan Zhuren saw Bai Qinghua waiting outside as soon as she stepped out of the MRI room.

The boss, who was originally only responsible for providing transportation for his employees to the hospital for their medical check-ups, ended up coming to the hospital because of the students' situation.

Standing next to him was Chonghui, who was clearly the senior student who had told the teacher what had happened.

Besides Chonghui, Bai Qinghua was also standing next to a uniformed police officer who seemed to treat Bai Qinghua with great respect.

It's understandable, since Bai Qinghua's research group focuses on micro-expressions, and it would be unreasonable for them to have little cooperation with the police.

They were whispering to each other, but when they saw Nan Zhuren come out, they immediately stopped talking and looked over.

Bai Qinghua looked Nan Zhuren up and down: "Are you alright?"

Nan Zhuren nodded. The MRI was the last item on the physical examination list, and it could basically confirm the situation—although he was actually fine.

“This is—” Nan Zhuren looked at the police officer beside him.

"Hello, my surname is Liu, Liu Quan. Liu as in 'golden knife,' and Quan as in 'spring water.'"

"Officer Liu," Nan Zhuren nodded in greeting. He had a natural affinity for the Hat Group for various reasons.

"I'd heard long ago that Professor Bai had taken on a young apprentice, and I was thinking that maybe one day the young people in our bureau would be looking for you to talk to. I just didn't expect our first meeting to be like this," Officer Liu said.

Yes, the police are also a key group that needs psychological intervention, and it's clear that Officer Liu is quite familiar with this aspect of Bai Qinghua's company.

"Regarding today's events, we may need you to cooperate with us to give a statement later," Officer Liu added.

"Of course." Nan Zhuren nodded without hesitation.

Nan Zhuren wasn't the only one who needed to give a statement. A police officer with simpler shoulder insignia quickly ran over from the side: "Captain, we've got the general situation figured out."

Officer Liu smiled apologetically at the three men and walked aside to listen to his subordinate's report.

However, his suppressed voice soon came through again.

"What was that? A snap of fingers?"

"Yes, Captain, a snap of the fingers. I asked so many people, confirmed it so many times, that's what the witnesses said..."

Officer Liu confirmed again: "After snapping his fingers, he removed the knife from the other side; then he snapped his fingers again and pulled the person who was about to jump down from the building?"

"Yes..." "Are you sure?"

……

Officer Liu was exchanging words with his subordinates while glancing in Nan Zhuren's direction with a subtle, strange look.

Nan Zhuren smiled, turned around, and met Bai Qinghua's equally strange gaze.

“I’ve recently been trying to learn some new techniques,” Nan Zhuren said after a moment’s thought, as if to explain, “It’s a way to relax and unwind in my spare time.”

Bai Qinghua's gaze became even stranger, suggesting that he didn't quite accept Nan Zhuren's explanation.

But before they could exchange any more words, another group of people arrived.

The guide was the familiar Dr. Qiu, followed by an elderly man in a white coat with white hair. Judging from the wrinkles on his face, the man in the white coat was probably around sixty years old.

Although people might assume that doctors are more health-conscious, considering the workload doctors face when they are young and the administrative pressures they face as they get older, this doctor's actual age might be slightly younger than he looks.

Upon seeing Bai Qinghua, the doctor immediately bypassed Dr. Qiu, who was leading the way, and steadily stepped forward to shake Bai Qinghua's hand: "Old Bai, you really came too."

He glanced at Nan Zhuren: "What happened today really startled me—I heard this is your student? I didn't expect you to do me such a big favor again."

Bai Qinghua smiled and nodded, introducing him to Nan Zhuren: "This is Dean Zhou, an old friend of mine."

Nan Zhuren greeted everyone politely, seemingly transitioning smoothly into the social setting.

Today's incident was quite serious, but although Nan Zhuren put in a lot of effort, theoretically, he shouldn't have caused such a commotion.

The dean personally came to express his gratitude, probably more out of respect for Bai Qinghua.

Sure enough, the next second they heard Dean Zhou say, "Old Bai, there's a favor you absolutely have to do for me."

Dean Zhou stated bluntly, "Such a serious incident has occurred, and the relevant doctors and nurses are here—"

He pointed towards the heart: "We might need to talk to someone, especially a young person."

Bai Qinghua nodded: "I heard that one of your nurses here was very brave and went straight to snatch the knife from the other side? I should thank you, otherwise my apprentice might not have been able to escape unscathed..."

Dean Zhou pushed and pulled, saying, "What we're doing is our job. Your apprentice's help is to assist us, so I should thank you."

“However…” he hesitated, then added, “I mainly wanted to talk to that young nurse. It’s not a bad thing that young people are bold, but… well, I still want to talk to you all. In any case, at least some crisis intervention should be done. Besides her, there are a few other young people who need your help…”

Bai Qinghua then said politely, "Don't talk about helping me out, you're practically giving me business. Besides, my student just received your help, so don't worry, I'll definitely send the best consultant we have here..."

Dean Zhou is very familiar with psychological terminology, which is not surprising, given that there is a psychologist standing behind him.

However, it's quite strange that when it comes to psychological counseling, they're having outsiders do it in person.

Dr. Qiu, standing behind him, remained calm and composed, showing no sign of resentment or other emotions.

He looked at Nan Zhuren with a hint of eagerness, as if he had many questions he wanted to discuss.

……

Dr. Qiu ultimately failed to find the opportunity, as Officer Liu quickly took over the scene and led Nan Zhuren aside to understand the situation.

After the two finished their conversation, the doctors disappeared; they had a lot of work to do that day.

Other employees who had nothing to do had already returned to the company, while the receptionist who had some issues was immediately admitted to the hospital for observation.

Bai Qinghua had Chonghui drive, and the group slowly walked towards the school.

"You heard it too, the hospital will be connecting us with a few visitors," Bai Qinghua suddenly said after a long pause.

Nan Zhuren nodded.

“But I don’t intend to hand it over to you,” Bai Qinghua added.

Nan Zhuren nodded again.

This is for a reason.

The medical staff who needed consultation because of this accident all had some contact with Nan Zhuren.

Especially since Nan Zhuren was on the scene and managed to turn the tide, a kind of "dual relationship" was actually formed under these circumstances.

Who knows if it might create something like a "suspension bridge effect"?

It was a wise choice not to let Nan Zhuren take over.

Seeing that Nan Zhuren understood everything, Bai Qinghua nodded. Although he knew this student council member was very sensible, he still needed to explain things to him.

“However, if any unexpected things happen to these medical staff during consultations and they need to be transferred, you can let me take a look first,” Nan Zhuren added. “If possible, we should try to keep the cases within our own company.”

These words were spoken without any politeness and were extremely arrogant.

However, considering Nan Zhuren's extensive experience in taking the blame, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with what he said.

Bai Qinghua glanced at Nan Zhuren but didn't say anything more: "Okay."

The carriage then fell silent, and the group returned to school in silence.

Nan Zhuren returned to his dormitory to study, Chonghui returned to his research group to analyze data, and Bai Qinghua returned to his e-sports room after receiving a few phone calls and arranging some things.

Time seems to have sped up here.

A month passed quickly.

The remaining long-term cases that Nan Zhuren has are all relatively normal clients who do not require him to provide any further support in real life; and because of his studies, he only needs to complete ten hours of counseling in the first week of each month.

These consultations were all fairly standard, with no clients exceeding the scope of "psychological problems," and no clients sufficiently activating the "case archive."

The rewards for the [Monthly Goals] are not the type that are worth repeatedly grinding for.

Only the company's young consultants' understanding was challenged several times by Nan Zhuren's working methods. Some people got used to it after seeing it many times, while others were eager to try and learn.

The young consultants who wanted to emulate Nan Zhuren all ended up in the company restroom, accompanied by hilarious sounds of vomiting.

Unlike Weng Pingting, Bai Qinghua doesn't force new consultants to undergo saturation testing to push them to their limits, so many young people here don't know their own capabilities.

Their record is said to be seven consultations a day.

The record holder's last two consultations were met with complaints due to their poor quality.

Several months passed by uneventfully.

It's now the third week of November.

In the early morning, Nan Zhuren opened his eyes and checked his backpack.

When I went downstairs, Chonghui was already waiting at the door.

"Let's go." The tall senior brother waved to the junior brother. "I'll take you to the examination hall."

Today is the last day of the professional qualification exam for psychological counselors.

(End of this chapter)