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

Chapter 595 shows that working diligently indicates that one has not been disturbed and has moved on.

Li Lingling suddenly felt a strange sense of disorientation.

Before that, her mind was filled with the recognition from her colleagues and the gratitude from her patients.

She had a confidence that "I am indeed a good nurse, and I can help everyone."

Every glance from colleagues and every word from patients seemed to solidify this confident idea, building a towering edifice.

But now, all Li Lingling could hear were the two sentences the patient's wife had just said.

"Do you even know how to do it?!"

"Get that weak nurse out of the way and replace her with a more professional one..."

The beams and pillars inside the tower seemed to echo those words from afar, swaying easily.

hiss - huh -

Li Lingling took a deep breath. She had received professional training and knew that the emotions of the victims in the disaster area were extremely unstable.

Not to mention the people in the disaster area, even in her daily medical work, she has to deal with many patients and their families who are mentally broken.

I'm a good nurse, I can't let them distract me. I'm professionally trained, this is normal...

I'm a nurse, I can't let them distract me...

I... can't let them interfere. I've received professional training; this situation...

I...am not...a professional, this...

Li Lingling kept repeating and pondering a sentence, a realization, in her mind.

But at this moment, it seemed as if many little people were speaking from the depths of her mind. They seemed to be repeating the same things, but the meaning they expressed was gradually changing.

Li Lingling's already tense nerves suddenly tightened even more, as if a plastic bag had been put over her head, making it difficult to breathe in an instant.

The perception of a character slowly peels away from her, along with the original emotions; in its place comes a different template.

"Lingling? Lingling!"

The doctor's call suddenly reached Li Lingling's ears, making her look up in surprise.

"Are you too tired? Are you alright?" the doctor asked with concern.

Li Lingling affirmed firmly, "It's okay... I can do it!"

Seeing this, the doctor nodded: "Hang in there, we're the first batch to arrive, and our mission is very heavy. The second batch of medical aid will arrive soon, and then things will be a little easier."

Li Lingling naturally understood these principles, or rather, she had already begun repeating these words in her mind at that moment.

The unconsciously groaning man lay before them, while the other doctors prepared for surgery during the lull in the conflict.

Li Lingling took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She quickly took out the intravenous catheter and disinfectant supplies and grabbed the injured person's relatively intact left arm.

However, due to the peripheral vasoconstriction caused by shock, coupled with the cold and fear, the injured person's veins were so thin and almost imperceptible.

The light in the makeshift operating room was not bright, and the cries of family members, the doctor's instructions, and the groans of other wounded soldiers could be faintly heard from outside. All of this was like invisible needles, piercing Li Lingling's already highly tense nerves.

She could feel her heart pounding in her ears, and her palms were drenched in cold sweat. She silently recited the operating instructions, selected a relatively obvious vein, tightened the tourniquet, disinfected the area, and inserted the needle—

Failed.

The needle tip did not pierce the blood vessel smoothly, but slid past it, leaving only a tiny bump under the skin.

This is not uncommon in intravenous puncture of patients in shock, especially in such chaotic circumstances.

"Ah..." The patient let out another scream mixed with groans.

Under such intense pain, the sensation of being pricked by a needle is negligible, and the patient could not have reacted because of this not-so-unexpected accident.

But Li Lingling's already tense nerves seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and she was stunned for a moment.

"Lingling... Lingling!"

The doctor's reminder came again, and Li Lingling snapped back to reality. Her mind was a little foggy, but long-established muscle memory subconsciously controlled her to insert the needle again.

Failed again.

Then came the third time—

success.

Li Lingling stared blankly at the needle left in her vein.

The doctor frowned, turned on the IV drip, thought for a moment, peeked out and called over a passing nurse, then turned to Li Lingling and said, "Lingling, I'll take care of things here. Go check on the girl in bed number 6 who has a fever and see if she needs IV fluids."

"If you don't need it, then take a good rest."

The doctor's eyes were filled with concern.

Li Lingling looked up and met the other person's gaze, her expression gradually changing. Like a puppet on a string, she followed the other person's directions and found the girl in bed number 6 who was receiving an IV drip, glancing at the needle in the girl's arm.

No fluid replacement is needed.

Coincidentally, a familiar pregnant woman was lying next to the girl, and the person taking care of them was also a familiar man.

"Dr. Gao! It's you!" The man's face was initially anxious, but upon seeing Li Lingling, he immediately showed a relieved expression.

Li Lingling is a nurse, not a doctor.

However, for patients, there is no difference between the two.

"I was just worried about my daughter, it's so good to have you here..."

This is good feedback, a good expression, and good praise.

However, Li Lingling inexplicably flinched at the sight of these things, curling up slightly as if she were being attacked.

"Dr. Li... do you not look well? Are you alright?"

Li Lingling glanced subconsciously at the little girl on the hospital bed and the IV drip in her eye, murmuring, "It's okay, it's okay..."

She sat quietly, ignoring the man's subsequent small talk. She stared intently at the IV drip, as if it were her only task, the only task she could accomplish.

I don’t know how long it took.

Suddenly, suppressed noise and words of comfort came from outside: "Oh dear, how did this arm get tied up like this..."

Without pausing, Li Lingling jumped up: "What's wrong with a few more needles? The person has been saved!"

She almost screamed.

The noise outside immediately subsided.

Then, the sleeping little girl was startled awake and began to cry; the pregnant woman twitched her eyebrows, opened her eyes, and looked uneasy.

The man stared in disbelief at his daughter, then at his wife, and then at Li Lingling.

For a moment, I didn't know how to react.

……

Li Lingling pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the beating inside. As the beating became more frequent, her hand involuntarily moved to her shoulder, where there was a scabbed-over knife wound.

"Xiao Li, I understand what happened. Don't take it to heart. In the current environment, it's normal for family members to be emotional."

Standing in front of me is the team leader doctor.

He looked exhausted. He had started establishing order upon arriving at the medical station; having just finished surgery, he was now taking time out of his busy schedule to check on his subordinates.

Although the situation was somewhat troublesome, the team leader doctor didn't think much of it; dealing with these problems was part of his job.

"Thank you for your trouble..." Li Lingling frowned, looking very apologetic.

"Oh, it's not my fault, but it's hard on you." The team leader doctor shook his head, opened a bag of glucose next to him, poured it into his thermos, and after two sips, finally felt some of his fatigue dissipate.

Li Lingling stared at this movement.

After coming into the sight of the team leader doctor, she quickly looked down at her muddy shoes.

“However…” the team leader doctor changed the subject.

This was a hastily assembled team composed of multiple hospitals, and Li Lingling was merely a temporary subordinate of the team leader doctor.

Therefore, the team leader doctor did not know much about Li Lingling.

He almost habitually offered this advice: "When I was young, I failed countless times. The key is not to be defeated by a single failure."

"Family members don't have much medical knowledge. They place all their hopes and fears on us, so their words are bound to be extreme. We need to learn to understand and be tolerant."

Understanding...tolerance...

Li Lingling rubbed her shoulders without saying a word.

The team leader doctor smiled and sighed, "Speaking of which, it's best for psychiatrists to handle this kind of patient counseling; they're the right people for it."

“In a few days, once the situation here improves a bit, the Beidu team will also be sending psychological support over, and then our burden will be lighter.”

Li Lingling did not speak.

The team leader doctor thought Li Lingling had taken his advice, so he patted her on the shoulder and his tone became encouraging: "Alright, cheer up! What's a little setback? Look here, how many people need us! Especially in times like these, we must persevere! Put all your energy into your work and prove yourself with more success! I believe in your abilities!"

Work...proof...

These four words are like flipping a switch.

Li Lingling suddenly raised her head, her eyes gleaming with an unusual, almost burning light.

"Yes." She didn't nod, and her tone was even flat.

The team leader doctor didn't notice him; he was just satisfied, thinking that he had done a good job in ideological and political work: "That's right! Go and get busy, there's still a lot of work to do."

Li Lingling turned and left.

Starting the next day, Li Lingling seemed like a completely different person.

She became a truly high-speed, precision machine.

Li Lingling took on the most demanding and mentally taxing tasks even more proactively than before: cleaning wounds, changing dressings, observing patients' conditions, recording vital signs... Her movements were so fast that they were dazzling, leaving her almost no time to catch her breath.

She is not the only one like this; due to the shortage of medical resources on the front lines, many doctors and nurses are also working around the clock.

Li Lingling's face gradually turned pale, and the dark circles under her eyes were so thick they looked like ink that couldn't be dissolved.

She wasn't the only one like this; every doctor here looked similarly tired, and many of the older doctors even had darker circles under their eyes than she did.

However, there are some things that seem to set Li Lingling apart from others.

"The stitches are... done!"

The team leader doctor breathed a sigh of relief, then instructed Li Lingling, "File the medical records."

The rescuer on the operating table had his chest and abdomen wrapped in snow-white gauze. He had been swept into the floodwaters and hit a rock head-on, resulting in severe internal bleeding.

The doctors were exceptionally serious about the surgery; and they felt exceptionally relieved when it was completed.

The only one who was tense was Li Lingling.

Watching the nurse leave, the team leader took a rare break and smiled at the doctors around him, saying, "Lingling is a good girl. If I had a nurse like her back in Beidu, my work would be much easier."

The assistant next to the team leader, who was from the same hospital, skillfully chimed in: "I heard she got into an argument with a patient the other day?"

The team leader, a doctor, waved his hand and said, "They're young people, it's normal for them to be on this kind of mission for the first time. This environment is a test not only for the disaster victims, but also for our doctors and nurses."

"But Lingling is great! She suffered a little grievance a couple of days ago, but she came back as energetic as if she'd been injected with adrenaline! That's what you call professionalism, that's what you call mental fortitude!"

Another doctor nodded in agreement, even considering recruiting Li Lingling to his hospital: "Young people need to be able to withstand setbacks and turn pressure into motivation. It's rare to find a kid these days who is so capable, has such a good mental attitude, and doesn't complain."

Then someone chimed in: "Yes, she and I had orthopedic surgery together yesterday morning, and we cooperated very well..."

The atmosphere in the operating room was relaxed for a moment.

But suddenly someone realized something was wrong: "Yesterday morning? Li Lingling was clearly having her wounds cleaned in the emergency room, and she had more than a dozen arms and legs stitched up."

Someone frowned: "Was that in the afternoon? Li Lingling was in the emergency room in the afternoon. I saw her helping to move things in the logistics department this morning."

"No, no, the moving of things happened at night; she was doing rounds this afternoon..."

The doctors' voices grew softer and softer.

Suddenly, screams rang out from outside.

"A nurse has fainted! She's fainted! Someone help! Is there a doctor?!"

"Quick! Put him on a stretcher! Check his blood pressure and blood sugar! Start IV fluids!"
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In Beidu, Nan Zhuren was in the research group's office.

He has stopped all counseling work for the therapist.

Although it's a bit of a pity, we should devote ourselves wholeheartedly to the preparations for the disaster relief work.

Over the past few days, Nan Zhuren first received temporary training from Bai Qinghua, and then began reading some professional instruction manuals.

After all that was over, he turned to the school's online library and began browsing all the papers on psychological assistance in disaster areas, both domestic and international, to enrich his knowledge.

This can be considered the first step in scientific research.

His focus surprised the other students in the research group.

Brother Haoyun even felt that as long as Nan Zhuren wanted to, he could compile a pretty good review article right now, which would at least be published in a Q4 core journal.

Whether it will be approved is another matter, after all, there are many interfering factors, such as the topic selection, peer review comments, and the school's research field.

However, the level of academic writing is at least up to par.

Buzz-buzz-

Suddenly, Nan Zhuren's cell phone lit up beside his arm.

The screen unlocks and a message appears.

[Bai Qinghua: Pack your things, get ready to leave.]

(End of this chapter)