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

Chapter 573 If only communication could always be this efficient.
After glancing at his junior colleague's solemn expression, Dr. Gao Bushou hesitated before reaching out and clicking on a video link.

The phone screen switched to a place that looked like a university classroom.

The person filming the video was surrounded by several students who were also holding up their phones. In front of them was a blackboard, in front of which stood a young man with an indifferent expression and a young teacher who looked like a teacher but was dressed neatly.

The tall, thin doctor stared without moving. After a while, he swiped the screen to open the next video.

The scene changed to an auditorium, which was packed with hundreds of people. In front of them was a row of middle-aged men, some with graying temples and others bald. The tall, thin doctor even recognized a few familiar figures among them.

Standing on the podium was the indifferent-looking young man from the previous video, with a mature-looking professor beside him.

The tall, thin doctor felt inexplicably familiar with the professor, as if he had seen him in some online course before.

However, compared to his image in online classes, the professor on this podium now looks like a frightened mouse.

The sound came out of the receiver.

The tall, thin doctor remained motionless.

As the video played, his fingers trembled slightly: "Junior brother, pour me a cup of coffee."

"...Okay, senior brother."

After a while, the thin doctor swiped the screen again.

This time, the scene shifted to a serious and oppressive courtroom, featuring the same indifferent young man from the previous two videos.

The tall, thin doctor stared at the video with a stiff, statue-like expression, saying nothing.

The junior brother with the high hairline glanced at the screen, then at his senior brother, then at the screen again, and then at his senior brother again.

"..."

Dr. Gao Bu Shou remained silent for a while, and after a long time, he managed to squeeze out a sound from his throat: "Is Nan Zhuren... really that crazy?"

Junior Brother Gao, with his receding hairline, swallowed hard. "Senior Brother, if Junior Brother Nan Zhuren comes today, should we... deal with him the way you just suggested?"

……

"Generally speaking, this is how the doctors we contact usually deal with us."

As they walked down the corridor, Chonghui spoke to Nan Zhuren, saying, "They think their methods are quite clever, but... ha."

Chonghui pointed to his eyes as he spoke, emphasizing his research direction.

This indicates that the other party's tricks are completely exposed under one's gaze.

"However, I am usually happy to cooperate with them, after all, my teacher and I understand everyone's approach. Sometimes the most troublesome thing about scientific research is not invalid data, extra confounding variables, or subjects, but... some more troublesome external factors."

As psychologists, we are able to "understand" most strange behaviors and thoughts at the cognitive level.

Therefore, as long as it doesn't cross any bottom lines, there's nothing wrong with cooperating in a performance as long as it achieves one's own goals.

On the contrary, responding to an offense only creates more trouble. This approach offers no benefit other than venting one's emotions—and often doesn't even allow for any real release.

Chonghui winked at Nan Zhuren: "Watch how I deal with them later. Once you've learned how, the teacher might send you over alone in the future."

Nan Zhuren nodded.

"We're here. It's in the office up ahead."

click-

As Chonghui moved, the room's furnishings came into Nan Zhuren's view.

Along with the sound of wood scraping against metal, the two people in the room who were engrossed in their phones suddenly looked up as if springs had been installed on their necks.

The eyebrows are drawn upwards, and brief wrinkles appear on the forehead.

Dilated pupils, frequent blinking, and shifty gaze.

Her lips were tight, and her jawline was also somewhat clenched...

Nan Zhuren found the two people's reactions strange. They weren't behaving like doctors in his hospital; rather, they were like students caught using their phones in class by their homeroom teacher.

"Ah...ah! Da Hui, you're here!" Nan Zhuren glanced at the tall but not thin doctor, then quickly looked away as if she had been electrocuted, and greeted Chong Hui beside her.

The tone was strange, like running on cotton candy, ethereal and unpredictable.

The moment Chonghui opened the door, he was in a state of readiness. His expression was gentle, but his eyes were as sharp as if he were standing in a boxing ring.

Although not as meticulous as Nan Zhuren, Chonghui is also using his own methods to observe the changes in his opponent's facial expressions as much as possible.

That's why he couldn't help but be taken aback—why were these two people's expressions so strange today?
Normally, shouldn't that tall but not thin guy greet me with a forced smile and then try to appease me?

The rhythm is off.

"You guys aren't worried about being caught by the teacher for playing on your phones, are you? You're all grown up~" Chonghui joked, trying to ease the tension.

The doctor, who was tall but thin, reacted quickly and chuckled awkwardly, "Haha, no... Da Hui, you're here to get the data, right? My teacher told me beforehand."

As he spoke, Dr. Gao Bu Shou seemingly naturally put away his phone, then glanced at Nan Zhu Ren very awkwardly before quickly looking away.

He walked to the computer and skillfully opened a document: "You know our medical records and data types here. What do we need this time?"

Chonghui also skillfully stepped forward: "Well, this time we mainly need to examine the mental health of the disaster victims after the disaster. First of all, we need to examine the emergency room, the medical records of those who sought medical treatment for suicide, self-harm, psychogenic physical symptoms, etc. in the short period of time after the disaster."

Suicide and self-harm are both easy to understand.

Psychogenic physical symptoms are slightly more complex, referring to conditions such as difficulty breathing, headaches, and chest tightness that occur inexplicably even when there is no medically recognized physiological disease in the body.

To put it simply, it means "Although I am healthy, I feel like I am sick, so my body actually has a disease."

These situations are all psychological crisis events that erupt acutely after a disaster, and they are key indicators for assessing post-disaster mental health.

Moreover, these cases typically only leave one or two medical records, resulting in fragmented data. Although the system contains records, and Dr. Gao's research group also collects them, this data is only statistically significant.

Even if it appears in an article, it will probably only be presented in a macro-level form such as "34 suicide emergency room visits were received in September," which is relatively unimportant data.

"Yes, I remember." The tall, thin doctor took a deep breath. "Wait while I look for it."

The computer that Dr. Gao Bushou was operating was specifically designed to store this data. Although he couldn't remember every single medical record thanks to his powerful memory, he knew the general contents of the catalog like the back of his hand.

He quickly found the relevant folders and then gestured to Chonghui: "Take a look and copy down anything you can use."

That was said quite frankly.

This reaction was within Chonghui's expectations; he had deliberately started with the more easily obtainable data. It was a prelude, a formal warm-up before the big battle.

While Chonghui was browsing the data, Nan Zhuren also came closer to take a look, as if to learn from it.

"Junior brother, please sit down."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Nan Zhuren. It was Dr. Gao, who had noticed Nan Zhuren's awkward posture and brought over a stool.

"Thank you," Nan Zhuren said politely.

After Nan Zhuren turned back to look at the computer screen, Junior Brother Faji Gao showed a relieved expression.

Chonghui quickly browsed through the data, selected a few that he could use, and prepared to move on to the second round.

"Are there any records of patients complaining of nonspecific symptoms such as insomnia, fatigue, changes in appetite, and chronic pain?" Chonghui asked the tall, thin doctor.

Often, psychological problems manifest as physical symptoms. Medical records show that these are primarily documented in primary healthcare settings.

By analyzing the medical records of disaster victims after the disaster, it is possible to assess the breadth of the disaster's impact on daily functions.

Of course, these medical records also need to be managed through hospitals, which is why Chonghui specifically came here to seek sharing.

"This..." As expected, Dr. Gao Bu Shou hesitated for a moment after hearing Chong Hui's request.

This level of data typically includes long-term medical records and medication records spanning months or years, and is considered a relatively valuable "asset".

In Chonghui's past experience, this was usually the time to start a protracted battle with the other party before he could get anything out of them.

"This... we have that too." The tall, thin doctor hesitated for a moment, but that was all.

“These won’t be missing… Ah? Ah… It would be great if they were!” Chonghui blinked.

What exactly is going on with today's pace?

Chonghui felt like a boxer who was ready to fight, and was about to test his opponent for a few rounds when his opponent came out and twisted his ankle with a probing step.

Then we saw the tall, thin doctor quickly open several more folders.

After clicking on it, a few isolated sets of data were revealed.

"..." Dr. Gao Bose blinked. He remembered that he had hidden a lot of things in this folder.

Chonghui's eyes immediately sharpened again, and he realized that this person had changed his tactics today.

Why not just use some unimportant, trivial data to fool yourself and get away with it without any back-and-forth or haggling?
Chonghui took a deep breath, like a boxer who realized that his opponent's sprained ankle was just a feint, but in fact, he was using the momentum to lower his body and prepare to throw an uppercut.

Although the rhythm is off, a fight is still necessary.

Chonghui glanced at Nan Zhuren, indicating that his junior brother should learn from him.

"Ah, is that all the data we have?" Chonghui said. "What we need might be..."

"I remember there were more, but they were probably cleaned out and moved out a while ago!" Dr. Gao, speaking very quickly, interrupted Chonghui, "Why don't you wait a moment, I'll give you a call. They should be in the office next door... about half an hour, they'll be here soon!"

Chonghui paused again.

It's like a boxer discovering that his opponent not only sprained his ankle, but also that his seemingly powerful uppercut was just a shoulder strain.

"Ah...ah, okay hahaha, waiting half an hour is nothing," Chonghui chuckled dryly.

He glanced at Nan Zhuren and noticed a hint of doubt in his junior's eyes—these people from the hospital seemed quite easy to talk to.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Is this research group planning to withdraw from the project, or is it simply giving away all the data for free?
With this mindset in mind, Chonghui made one last attempt.

Chonghui asked, "Besides these... are there any records of disaster victims being hospitalized for chronic illnesses that have worsened due to disaster-related stress after the disaster? Such as diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure, etc."

This data is primarily used to study the link between psychological trauma and physical health—that is, the mind-body connection.

Used to calculate the overall disease burden caused by disasters.

These long-term hospitalization records often contain more information about treatment, medication, surgery, pictures, and charts. They may even include surgical plans and treatment plans designed specifically for a particular patient by the doctor.

For research groups in the medical field, these are core assets. They're the kind of materials that they can organize and use to publish papers.

As expected, Chonghui saw that the tall, thin doctor's expression changed after hearing the question.

He glanced at Chonghui, then at Nan Zhuren, his mouth opening and closing as if racking his brains for an excuse.

Finally, he simply said, "Dahui... these things are not very convenient."

I finally refused.

Chonghui felt a strange sense of relief, and for a moment he felt a familiar feeling.

So, the data level that needs to be worked out this time has changed?

The boxer re-entered his stance and threw a punch at his opponent.

“I see, then—” Chonghui looked at the tall, thin doctor.

He mentally prepared his words.

But for some reason, he suddenly thought of the other person's expression, of how decisively they delivered the data twice before, and how they had to refuse this time.

"Since it's really inconvenient, how about we just forget about it?"

Chonghui put his hand on the tall, thin doctor's shoulder.

"Okay." The tall, thin doctor nodded quickly.

Chonghui looked at the tall, thin doctor and suddenly laughed: "This coordination went really fast..."

The tall, thin doctor paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, I guess I wasn't very familiar with things the first few times. Now that we're more comfortable with each other, communication is much more efficient..."

"Yes, if I can be this efficient every time, I can use the time I save to do more consultations."

"Yes, I can perform more surgeries now..."

Nan Zhuren glanced at Chonghui, then at the tall, thin doctor, and then back at his junior brother with the high hairline standing behind him.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

But... it's still considered harmonious?
(End of this chapter)