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

Chapter 572 Are you sure you want to keep this from Nan Zhuren?

Nan Zhuren was very understanding of Chonghui's state, which was similar to a "wise man's time".

He also feels so immersed in the archiving of major cases that he doesn't want to leave.

After waiting silently for a while, and seeing Chonghui get back to work, Nan Zhuren nodded in agreement: "We've gathered some information. It's not complete, but it's very helpful."

Half an hour is simply not enough time for Nan Zhuren to stay in the hospital for a while.

He only had time to chat briefly with a nurse who joined last year; the nurse had worked under Li Lingling for a period during her rotation. This falls under the "subordinate" perspective in the "360-degree evaluation."

However, compared to her peers and colleagues, Li Lingling was described by her subordinates in many more ways, such as "heard about," "guessed," and "probably."

This is understandable. After all, apart from traditional mentor-apprentice relationships, subordinates and superiors rarely have close relationships. On the contrary, peers who have grown together from newbies to seasoned veterans understand each other better.

The information we obtained wasn't entirely useless; at least it verified that what the short nurse and Nurse Cui had said earlier was true.

"Next, I want to collect information about visitors from the perspective of leaders. Although the hospital director has provided this information, leaders at different levels still have different views, and I want to discuss this in more detail."

Nan Zhuren said, "At the same time, there are many things that are inconvenient to say over the phone, such as family situation. If possible, I would even like to look at Li Lingling's internal personal file under supervision to learn more about her upbringing, education, and so on."

Opportunities to gain such a comprehensive understanding of visitors are rare.

Chonghui, however, was not optimistic: "Have you discussed these things with the teacher?"

Nan Zhuren nodded: "I asked my teacher to sound out the hospital for me. They only said they would consider it and discuss it with me when I arrived."

That might be a problem. But Bai Qinghua believed that Nan Zhuren could solve the problem—or at least part of it—when they were face-to-face.

Nan Zhuren added, "It just so happens that the person in charge of this area is the same group of people we went to ask for data today. We can go and talk to them together later."

It can be considered a two-in-one mission.

Chonghui pursed his lips and said to Nan Zhuren, "Junior brother, do you know why I came for a massage first, and then went to ask for the data?"

Nan Zhuren raised an eyebrow; it sounded like there was more to the story.

It's understandable that it's difficult for Chonghui to get Li Lingling's file, but why is it also difficult for him to get the data?
This is a major project involving writing books and establishing a reputation... wait a minute.

Nan Zhuren suddenly fell into deep thought.

Then Chonghui said earnestly, "Because there may be a tough battle to fight later, so let's get ourselves into the best condition first."

……

"Hey, teacher, I've arrived."

"Yes, I just arrived. Teacher Bai's people haven't come yet."

A tall, not thin man in his thirties held a cell phone in one hand and opened the office door in front of him with the other.

crunch--

The sound of wood rubbing against metal made the tall, receding-haired doctor, who was organizing something on his computer, look up.

"Senior brother..." Dr. Gao stopped himself halfway through his greeting.

The tall, thin doctor placed his bag on his seat, turned on his laptop, and nodded repeatedly at his phone, saying, "I'm coming in, teacher."

"Okay, okay, I understand..."

After a long while, Dr. Gao, who was not thin, hung up the phone, looked around, grabbed his white coat and put it on, finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Senior, weren't you supposed to have a day off today?" Dr. Gao, whose hairline was receding, finally had a chance to ask. "Did the professor assign you work again?"

Medical school graduates often find employment in areas with a strong regional bias.

In most cases, hospitals prefer to hire local students. Many students, even those graduating from Beijing, find themselves unable to compete with graduates from local non-elite universities when trying to apply to hospitals in their hometowns.

Therefore, in the same hospital, you often see your seniors and classmates from your school days.

It's more convenient to call for people, and it's also easier to summon cattle and horses.

Without turning his head, the tall, thin doctor said, "Remember the instruction manual I told you about before? Today, a team responsible for the psychological assistance section came to ask us for data."

Upon hearing this, Dr. Gao immediately became excited.

He was clearly a newcomer to the project, and any progress related to the project now felt fresh and exciting to him.

However, Dr. Gao quickly looked puzzled: "Is a professor coming? Why did you have to come back to receive him?"

Dr. Gao Bushou shook his head with a complicated expression: "It's Professor Bai Qinghua's research group from Beidu Normal University. Today, it's his student who came. If it were Professor Bai Qinghua himself, our boss would have to come in person."

Dr. Gao, whose hairline was high, nodded as if he understood but not quite: "Is it in such a hurry...?"

These words were meant to complain about outsiders, but the tall, thin doctor suddenly pressed his finger to his temple, looking like he had a headache.

"Our boss said that Professor Bai contacted him yesterday during the day, but he's been quite busy lately, so he forgot and had to pull me back at the last minute... Anyway, were you organizing data just now?"

The tall, thin doctor walked over to his junior colleague, whose hairline was high, and looked at the other's screen.

The junior student with the high hairline looked like he was being checked on his homework, showcasing his achievements since joining the project in a short period of time: "Yes, I've spent all my time this week, except for my surgery, reviewing past materials and drafts. I have a general idea of ​​the content. Now that Professor Bai's team is here, I can find any data they need..."

He felt that his senior brother was about to entrust him with an important task.

However, the tall but thin doctor changed his tone the next moment: "Okay, then hide a few key cases and data for now."

"OK?"

Dr. Gao paused in his movements.

He looked at his senior brother with a questioning gaze, and after a long while, he hesitated and said, "Senior brother, do we have some kind of competitive relationship with Beidu Normal School? Or is it that Professor Bai Qinghua's side is more... um?" The words didn't need to be too explicit, but those who understood would understand.

The compilation of a guide manual is no small matter.

Although medical and mental health fields seem to be parallel and even mutually beneficial, once they overlap and competition for resources arises, it becomes a battle between different schools of thought and traditions.

This is no small matter.

The junior student with the high hairline tentatively asked, "Is this what the teacher just told us on the phone?"

The tall, thin doctor rubbed his temples harder, seemingly trying to find the right words: "No... there's no conflict between our collaboration with Professor Bai's side, so don't overthink it. But when it comes to writing articles, data is the most important thing, so you always have to pay extra attention, do you understand?"

The junior student with the high hairline nodded.

"We'll give them the general data. But for some rare cases and data with weak alternatives, we should keep them if possible... What if we need them later?"

When he said this, the thin doctor's voice dropped two decibels.

The junior brother with the high hairline looked more confused than confused: "But senior brother, aren't they in the field of psychological assistance? They're not... in the same field as us, right? Even if they use the same data, it won't matter if we use it too."

Seeing the clear light in the eyes of his junior colleague who had just graduated with his doctorate, Dr. Gao Bushou took a deep breath.

He wasn't impatient at all; instead, he complained, "That's the truth, but... some people don't understand it."

The thin senior brother clicked his tongue and said, "Our project involves too many organizations, the review process is particularly troublesome, and the standards are a mess."

“During the last review, we submitted a result derived from shared data, and someone immediately said—”

The thin senior brother's tone changed, and he put on a comical voice: "'How come you have this case on both sides? Doesn't that mean the results are duplicated? So many units are working on this manual together, it needs to be streamlined and effective' and so on."

“I was there that time too. Our teacher slammed his fist on the table and started arguing! He talked to the other side about medical principles for a long time, but they came up with their own set of principles to argue with us, and we couldn’t make sense of them.”

"They almost came to blows later, but luckily there were many orthopedic surgeons present that day..."

The tall, thin doctor let out a sigh of relief: "Because of this ridiculous reason, we almost wasted half a year's work."

"It took the teacher a week of phone calls to finally explain it clearly. After that, the teacher told me to avoid trouble as much as possible."

"Wouldn't it be better to do a couple more surgeries instead of wasting time arguing with people? There are so many patients..."

Hearing these behind-the-scenes stories, the junior student with the high hairline felt a pang of sympathy. Looking at the folders on the computer screen, he began to follow his senior's instructions.

The tall, thin doctor also looked at the data and pointed out a few that he considered important.

Half a day later, Dr. Gao Bu Shou finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Alright, that's settled. When the other side comes over, be smart. Don't directly say we won't give it to you. Just pretend that's all the data you have, understand?"

The junior student with the high hairline nodded, then seemed to suddenly remember something: "But senior, isn't Professor Bai Qinghua's research group supposed to mainly study lie detection? They say it involves micro-expressions and stuff... I heard they even collaborate with people who do criminal investigation? Won't they notice if we say that..."

Clearly, during his time with the project team, Junior Brother Faji not only reviewed the data but also gained a general understanding of the partners' information.

Faced with this situation, Dr. Gao Bu Shou first nodded in satisfaction, and then reassured him, "Don't worry, Professor Bai Qinghua has few apprentices. Usually, it's a doctoral student named Chong Hui who comes. He's very tall, but he's not very good at lie detection."

"There used to be a senior sister named Weng Pingting who was really formidable; the way she looked at people..."

For some unknown reason, Dr. Gao Bushou couldn't help but shiver.

He then shook his head vigorously twice and continued to impart the secrets to his junior brother: "And so what if they figure it out? We still have to continue cooperating, we can't afford to break ties."

“Let’s divide the data into three levels. We don’t need to hide these; they’ll give them what they see. For the slightly more important data, if they’ve somehow gotten wind of it and are determined to get it, we’ll say we remember having it in another database and will transfer it to them in a couple of days. As for the ones I just pointed out to you, we’ll firmly refuse to give them to them. They’ll understand; we all have a tacit understanding…”

As they talked, Dr. Gao, who wasn't very thin, gradually lost interest. In the end, he just patted Junior Brother Gao on the shoulder and said, "When Chonghui comes later, listen and observe more, and learn how to handle things. I'll give you this kind of work in the future, so I won't have to be called back by the teacher during my time off."

Junior Brother with high hairline nodded repeatedly.

After finishing his sentence, the tall, thin senior returned to his seat, took out his phone, and started chatting casually with someone.

I guess I'll just wait until I've dealt with Chonghui, then I'll go home and continue my vacation.

But then, Junior Brother Gao, whose hairline was high, seemed to remember something, and his expression turned strange again. He suddenly leaned closer and said, "Senior Brother...didn't some people cause trouble here a couple of months ago? It seems like it was Teacher Bai's disciple who helped us, right?"

“Yes…” The thin doctor looked up and sighed, “They were all good people, and Chonghui was there too.”

"No, senior brother, what I mean is—besides the tall PhD you mentioned, there was also a younger, thinner junior brother who was also Professor Bai's student."

The tall, thin doctor thought for a moment: "Oh right, he's probably new. The nurses at the hospital have been talking about him the other day, I think his name is Nan something..."

The junior student with the high hairline answered quickly: "Nan Zhuren".

The tall, thin doctor suddenly realized: "Yes, that's the name."

The junior brother with high hairline said with a heavy heart, "When I was outside just now, I heard a few nurses chatting. It seemed that this junior brother Nan Zhuren came today."

His appearance puzzled the thin doctor: "Perhaps Chonghui is also training new people, but... even if Nan Zhuren comes, so what?"

Then I saw my junior brother with the high hairline swallow hard and take out his phone.

"I noticed a while ago that everyone was paying so much attention to him, so I got curious and searched his name online."

"Senior brother, this junior brother Nan Zhuren... is very famous, and he's also... very capable!"

The sight of Gao Shidi's receding hairline amused the tall, thin doctor, who also pulled out his phone and, while operating it, chuckled, "Very famous? Very impressive?"

"How big or how powerful can it be..."

Looking at the list of search terms that appeared on the phone's search page, the tall, thin doctor's voice stopped abruptly, revealing the expression of an elderly person looking at their phone on the subway.

His expression became uncertain and suspicious.

(End of this chapter)