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

Chapter 614 The Unremovable Odor

Nan Zhuren felt an immediate urge; he couldn't help but reach for his phone again. He realized he'd sent the message too early and needed to add something.

Fortunately, he managed to control himself in the next second, since he was still intervening.

The problem of "mass hysteria" seems to be more serious than we imagined.

Nan Zhuren composed herself and said with a regretful yet solemn expression, "I am not a doctor, I am a psychological counselor."

"And I'm here to offer my help... Could you tell me more about the situation within your team?"

I saw the visitor take a deep breath and try to steady his voice, but the end of his voice still trembled uncontrollably.

"Our team has eight people, all of whom have disaster relief experience... About a week ago, we received a mission to go to a small village for rescue. The roads there were completely cut off, and there was no signal. We were the first to walk in. All eight of us were outstanding..."

"It happened the day before yesterday afternoon. We were searching through the ruins of a farmhouse that had been half-buried by a mudslide. The place... was terrible; the air was stuffy, and there was a strong smell of rotting things..."

The visitor gritted his teeth and made a swallowing gesture: "Old Zhang, the oldest and most experienced member of our team, stepped on a pile of loose planks and debris. Suddenly, with a 'whoosh'... his lower body sank in. He fell into a pit covered by rubble."

At this point, the visitor's pupils constricted sharply.

"That pit... was full of the carcasses of livestock from the countryside—pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks—some whole, some in pieces, all soaking in murky sewage, mixed with manure and other things..."

"Then, there were people inside, swollen and rotting... some were intact, some..."

The visitor took a deep breath, this time straining his entire neck.

"We can't tell the colors... As for the smell..."

Seeing that the visitor's physical reactions were getting stronger as he spoke, Nan Zhuren quickly handed him a bottle of mineral water.

The visitor thanked him, unscrewed the bottle cap, but only sipped it slowly, swallowing with great effort.

After five breaths, the visitor continued, "We have experience in disaster relief before, but this kind of scene... is actually the first time we've seen it."

"Old Zhang was so nauseated by the smell that when we pulled him up, half of his body was covered in... all that messy stuff."

When the visitor mentioned "a mess," he paused for an unusually long time.

"Then we started throwing up, partly because of the fumes, and partly... because the scene was really, really not a pleasant sight."

The visitor gestured in front of his eyes with his hand and then began to clench his teeth.

"We gave Lao Zhang a quick clean-up. He just felt a little nauseous, nothing else. After all, we still had a mission to complete, and missions always have to continue. Lao Zhang himself said he was fine, just quite overwhelmed by the stench, and he even told us to get on with our work first..."

"But when night fell, at the makeshift camp... a problem arose!"

The visitor's breathing quickened, his voice became faster, and he leaned forward toward Nan Zhuren.

"Old Zhang suddenly panicked. He told us to throw away his clothes, otherwise they would smell too bad. His appearance scared us, so we threw them away immediately. But then he asked us if anyone else had gotten those things on them during the day, because he felt there was a stench everywhere... But the problem is, apart from him, none of us could smell it!"

"But he kept saying it smelled terrible and was disgusting. Before we could say anything, he suddenly started vomiting, and kept vomiting until bile came up. He couldn't stop, and his face was as white as if it had been soaked in water... At first, we thought he was frightened, or had been poisoned, or had some kind of illness, so we quickly called our medical colleagues for help." "That day, we left the youngest member of the team, Xiao Wang, to help watch over Lao Zhang, but we don't know what happened, but in the middle of the night... Xiao Wang also started vomiting, even more violently than Lao Zhang. When I went to find him, he said... he also smelled that same stench from earlier in the day!"

The visitor's breathing became rapid, and the trembling of his hands became more pronounced.

"We thought it was some kind of infectious disease or some other bacterial problem, so our medical colleagues quickly isolated us."

"Then, the next day, another one vomited, and the third day, three people vomited. This time, they were all in their own rooms, but suddenly, for no apparent reason, they developed the same symptoms. They all said... they could smell that same stench from that day."

The visitor took a deep breath: "Later, Lao Zhang and Xiao Wang's test results came out first, but the doctor said they had some problems with overwork and inflammation, but there was no bacterial infection or anything like that. The cause couldn't be found at all, which means that the hospital couldn't help us..."

At this point, the visitor suddenly raised his head, his eyes trembling yet burning as he looked at Nan Zhuren.

That's the feeling of grasping at a straw.

“Our team is completely paralyzed now, with only two people left. They were originally going to put us in another team, but yesterday the other member besides me started vomiting, and even I…”

The visitor shuddered suddenly: "I also vaguely felt that there was a nauseating taste in my nose, brain, and throat..."

Nan Zhuren took a deep breath, and before he could say anything, the visitor suddenly leaned forward again.

The bloodshot veins in his eyes were clearly visible to Nan Zhuren.

"Doctor...no, teacher, they all say you can help me...can you help me? Our team is basically wiped out now. If we encounter something like a landslide or an infectious disease outbreak, I'll accept it!"

"But... now, why is this happening?!"

Nan Zhuren looked at the visitor who was so close to her and leaned back slightly.

……

In addition to the consultation room, another cubicle was cleared out to be used as a small meeting room.

The room was small, but there were quite a few people inside, so if anyone spoke a little loudly, it would hurt the ears of the person next to them.

Weng Pingting was in a state that would shock others at this moment.

She was standing tall, passionately debating with the assembled scholars.

Behind Weng Pingting, Bai Qinghua sat quietly on his stool, playing with his phone while looking around aimlessly, as if lost in thought or observing the reactions of the people present.

Suddenly, Bai Qinghua's phone vibrated.

Upon seeing the contact name "Nan Zhuren" displayed on the screen, he smiled slightly.

But then, after opening the message...

Bai Qinghua's face suddenly turned serious.

(End of this chapter)