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

Chapter 596 Macro and Micro

The rain in Beidu has subsided, and the weather has become mostly cloudy, with occasional glimpses of the sun.

Upon receiving the news, Nan Zhuren immediately met with Chonghui and Shi Qianqian, and then took the high-speed train with Bai Qinghua to the nearest assembly point to the disaster area.

Immediately, staff members responsible for coordination led the group to change transportation and board a bus.

Then, there was a moment of silence.

In addition to a few of his direct disciples, Bai Qinghua also brought along two key consultants from the company.

If Nan Zhuren remembers correctly, these two consultants also hold administrative positions in the Chinese Psychological Association, belonging to the supervisory level and considered senior figures. When Bai Qinghua was away, these two consultants were responsible for holding case exchange meetings and providing training for the company's new young employees.

Compiling a disaster relief psychological assistance manual is certainly not their area of ​​expertise, but being able to participate in this volunteer work through Bai Qinghua's connections is a significant achievement for them.

Upon meeting Bai Qinghua's three disciples, both counselors smiled warmly and began to chat casually, inquiring about their recent consultation issues.

However, they quickly and tactfully skipped over Nan Zhuren and focused their "guidance" on Chonghui and Shi Qianqian.

Thump—thump—

Footsteps sounded, and psychological support teams from other organizations boarded the bus one after another.

Bai Qinghua and his group lowered their voices.

After a while, the temporary person in charge finished counting the number of people on the bus, and the bus slowly started moving, officially heading towards the disaster area.

The journey was long, so Nan Zhuren chose to close his eyes and enter the dream-themed psychological counseling room to review the materials he had been working on recently.

I woke up a few times during the journey, all of which were when we stopped, were being checked, or were resting.

With roads blocked in many places, they had to change vehicles several times, and the number of people on the vehicles kept increasing.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Suddenly, Nan Zhuren noticed that Chonghui was acting strangely.

Following Chonghui's gaze, Nan Zhuren noticed a group of about six people.

One of the professors, who wore glasses and looked to be about the same age as Bai Qinghua, was resting with his eyes closed; he was clearly the core of the team.

Meanwhile, another teacher in his thirties, with slicked-back hair that looked like he'd used a pound of hair gel, was also looking back at Bai Qinghua's team with a meaningful gaze.

He met Chonghui's gaze directly.

Then, at some point.

"Ahem, teachers."

Nan Zhuren saw Teacher Yijinjiao stand up, clear his throat, and greet everyone present with a rather conservative yet appropriate title.

It's clear that he's going to take over the role of "host".

Teacher Jiao smiled modestly: "Many of you teachers know me, but there are also many new faces, so I'd like to introduce myself. My surname is 'Jiao,' and you can just call me 'Little Jiao.'"

……

Almost four hours have passed since we received the message.

Saving lives is like putting out a fire, and everyone is exhausted from the long journey.

However, many teachers on the bus still showed friendly expressions to Teacher Yijinjiao, as if they had a previous working relationship.

The fact that Teacher Yijinjiao was able to stand up at this moment clearly indicates that his team was in a guiding position during this mission.

Meanwhile, his teacher stood by with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to the situation, clearly having sent out a teacher named Yijin Jiao as his mouthpiece.

In other words, Teacher Yijinjiao was the person in charge of the entire "psychological assistance team" in this activity.

Right now, he is trying to set the tone for psychological support in the coming period: "It is the first time in China that such a large and formal team like ours has traveled together. In other words, the plan we adopted this time is very likely to become a guiding case in the future."

"But I had already contacted the medical management personnel on the front lines this morning, and the situation on the front lines is more complicated than we imagined—everyone should be prepared for a tough battle."

This statement is correct: throw out a big promise to get the members excited, and then use a serious situation to calm them down again, manipulating everyone's emotions through this ups and downs.

At the same time, the wording was also very appropriate.

"Our immediate priority is to establish a suitable organizational framework, including psychological screening, training, and intervention, as soon as we arrive. We've already printed out the detailed plan, and we ask that you all take advantage of the time you have on-site to familiarize yourselves with it. Please feel free to point out any problems you may have, so we can finalize the plan as soon as possible and begin implementation immediately upon arrival."

As he spoke, Teacher Yijinjiao waved his hand, and a teacher next to him with dark circles under his eyes, as if he had been up for three days and three nights, took out a backpack and took out pre-printed plans to distribute to the people in the car.

At the same time, Teacher Yijinjiao began to explain the project proposal as if he were giving a meeting presentation.

"Please turn to page 3. Our first step is to establish a standardized process—upon arriving at the site, we will immediately connect with local colleagues and convene a leadership team to establish a 'psychological dynamic monitoring expert group'."

"Then that evening, a training session was held for the rescue personnel, using a standardized screening scale and structured interviews in groups to quickly establish psychological profiles and identify high-risk individuals for targeted intervention."

"After training the firefighters and armed police rescue personnel, medical staff were also trained the following day. Psychological screening assessments were incorporated into their daily ward rounds to screen disaster victims..."

……

The presentation style was familiar, and Nan Zhuren felt that all the car was missing was a PowerPoint presentation and a laser pointer.

Sudden.

There was a "clang" sound.

The bus jolted violently.

Teacher Yijin Jiao stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but was fortunately supported by his junior brother.

The driver shouted, "Sir, please sit down and fasten your seatbelt!"

Before I knew it, the scenery around me had changed.

The rain intensified, and the roads became muddy.

The feeling of city life has completely faded away, replaced by farmland; but the fields are devoid of rice seedlings, replaced by a chaotic and disorderly landscape.

The murky floodwaters carried tree branches, furniture, and animal carcasses, flowing slowly. Where the water receded, a world completely covered in silt was revealed, with water levels higher than head-high on the walls of houses—a shocking sight.

The air was filled with a complex, suffocating stench—a mixture of mud, rotting matter, and disinfectant.

They have clearly entered the disaster area.

Teacher Yijinjiao knew the stakes involved, so he obediently fastened his seatbelt with his junior's help, and then tried his best to turn around and question the people inside the bus.

"Do any of you teachers have any questions?"

"Yes!" A deep, resonant voice rang out in front of Nan Zhuren, accompanied by the heavy rumble of muscles.

It is Chonghui.

"Old Jiao, according to your plan, establishing such a system will require a long preparation time before we can start working. In particular, the 'dynamic monitoring expert group' you mentioned for psychological problems will require the cooperation of frontline leaders."

"The leaders at the front line probably won't cooperate with us like that, right? It's very likely that we'll arrive only to find that they have other work to do."

Chonghui said, "Shouldn't we do some more concrete things first, such as providing psychological intervention for rescue workers or disaster victims who are already experiencing psychological issues?"

Teacher Yijin Jiao maintained his smile.

He nodded repeatedly: "Dahui, yes, what you said makes sense."

His tone was familiar, suggesting he had previously had several work-related exchanges with Chonghui: "But this is a long-term psychological assistance operation, and without a standard procedure, the work could quickly fall apart. Furthermore, there might not be any psychological counseling rooms on-site in the disaster area, and even if there were, we wouldn't have enough people to handle it..."

Chonghui replied, "I know what you mean, macro-level control is necessary. But I don't mean that we should all rush to do consulting as soon as we arrive. I mean we can adjust the personnel arrangements appropriately..."

……

A teacher with shiny hair, and a big guy with muscles all over his body.

Both of them were strapped into their seats with seatbelts, a considerable distance apart, and had to shout as loudly as possible when they spoke.

They both had smiles on their faces. But looking at the two of them, Nan Zhuren felt that if it weren't for the constraints, they would have already been cheek to cheek.

Nan Zhuren glanced at Bai Qinghua beside him again. Like the mentor next to Teacher Yijinjiao, Bai Qinghua was leisurely resting with his eyes closed.

Shi Qianqian clenched her fists, looking like she was cheering Chonghui on.

After thinking for a moment, Nan Zhuren gently nudged Bai Qinghua with her elbow: "Teacher, who's that over there?"

Seeing that it was his youngest apprentice asking the question, Bai Qinghua thought for a moment and said, "The University of Science and Technology, you know it, right?"

Nan Zhuren nodded.

"Wasn't the Level 2 certificate you took going to be canceled? I heard that they're certifying you as a psychological counselor after you apply. Anyway, they're a pretty strong group."

Not long ago, Nan Zhuren passed the Level 2 Psychological Counselor Certificate exam with ease.

This is also the last time that a professional qualification exam for psychological counselors will be held.

There has been no official announcement yet regarding when the exams will resume or what the format of the exams will be.

However, the market demand for qualification and skills certification remains.

In this situation, even Beidu Normal University, where Bai Qinghua works, is not qualified enough to take over this banner, while the University of Science and Technology can.

This also shows how powerful the school is behind the teacher who is arguing with Chonghui.

However, Nan Zhuren quickly realized that Bai Qinghua had changed the subject and pressed on, "Teacher, I think my senior brother... has some kind of grudge against this teacher surnamed Jiao?"

Bai Qinghua then fell silent. As his mentor, there were some things he couldn't say.

This is why the two professors are sitting quietly, only sending out the two younger research group leaders to engage in a heated debate.

Seeing this, Shi Qianqian patted Nan Zhuren on the shoulder and whispered something to him.

Nan Zhuren's eyes gradually became clear.

However, the argument between Chonghui and Teacher Yijinjiao did not last long, as the bus soon came to a stop.

One person got on the bus.

Weng Pingting.

She had actually arrived so close to the disaster area long ago. She looked exhausted, but her sharp eyes were wide with excitement.

The carriage fell silent immediately.

Thump thump thump thump——

My senior sister changed into flat shoes, but the sound of each step was still loud, so loud that it didn't seem like she was stepping in the carriage, but rather that it resonated directly in the hearts of some people.

She strode over to Bai Qinghua and sat down beside him as if he were no one else, explaining, "I have friends at the hospital, so I came directly from the volunteer team that delivered supplies from my hometown. These past two days, I've been helping with the coordination and learning about the situation in the disaster area. It's not very optimistic... Um, what happened to you guys?"

Weng Pingting glanced at Bai Qinghua's expression, then scanned it across the faces of Chong Hui, Shi Qianqian, and Nan Zhuren in turn.

No one answered her.

Teacher Yijinjiao, fastened his seatbelt and gripped the seat, looking like he couldn't stand the bumpy ride. The teacher next to him also frowned slightly, as if he had seen something dirty.

However, the other people on the bus started greeting Weng Pingting, whether they were close to her or distant.

"Pingting's here! I heard she went back to Beidu recently?"

"You've become even more beautiful since I last saw you."

"Are you going to leave again? I was thinking of inviting you to come and train my company's people..."

At this moment, Nan Zhuren suddenly felt that he could understand why Teacher Yijinjiao would suddenly start talking about the plan that his group had come up with on such a bumpy bus.

This is to set the tone while the staff is relatively complete, but not yet fully assembled.

However, Chonghui has now held them off.

Shi Qianqian took Weng Pingting's arm and whispered a few words, causing Weng Pingting's eyes to gradually narrow.

However, it was suppressed and not released.

Next, the carriage became completely quiet, and everyone unconsciously began to relax.

About two hours later, the roar of helicopters suddenly filled the sky.

The group got out of the car and boarded a convoy of off-road vehicles, which bumped and jolted through the splashing mud into the area where the temporary command center for the disaster area was located—a campsite on slightly higher ground, converted from a school playground.

A person in charge immediately came out to take over, quickly arranged for everyone to settle their luggage, and then took everyone to a meeting.

"Experts, we've been waiting for you! The situation here... well, it's a bit chaotic!"

Nan Zhuren didn't join in the pleasantries. He looked around at his surroundings, his vision enhanced by [micro-expression analysis] and several [monthly goals] rewards, like a sophisticated camera extensively collecting information from his surroundings:
A young armed police officer who had just finished his shift sat on a stone bench, his hands trembling slightly, mechanically repeating the action of unscrewing and capping a water bottle.

An older woman held a volunteer's hand, repeatedly describing the flooded appliances and photos in her home, but her eyes showed little panic, instead carrying a kind of numbness.
Several children huddled in a corner of the tent, not playing as usual, but quietly watching the adults busy themselves, their eyes filled with a fear beyond their years...

(End of this chapter)