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

Chapter 618 No need to worry about Nan Zhuren anymore!
Nan Zhuren did not answer Chonghui's question immediately.

His gaze swept over Chonghui's face, the computer, and his arms, which were bulging out of his down jacket, before he said in a confident tone, "Shouldn't I be the one asking that? Senior, did you stay up all night?"

Nan Zhuren was right.

Chonghui didn't show any signs of being miserable; instead, he was beaming: "You managed to start a new project yesterday, and everyone's really excited. The original plan has to be drastically revised because of it. I was thinking of just pulling an all-nighter to finish the proposal, which will shut up the other research groups and prevent them from having any other ideas!"

Seeing Nan Zhuren's suspicious yet concerned gaze, Chonghui patted his chest loudly again: "It's okay. I'm used to staying up all night when I was in school. Anyway, I'm in good health, so I'll take advantage of this now and push myself to the limit. Once the work starts, I might not have this much energy."

Once the work starts, I might not have this much energy anymore.

Nan Zhuren pondered these words.

Then he suddenly said, "But if I remember correctly—staying up late will cause muscle loss, right?"

Chonghui's previously tense and excited body suddenly collapsed, and he forced out a voice through clenched teeth: "N-no...it's okay, the foundation I built up usually is what I'm using now...um..."

"Why don't you take a nap first, senior brother?" Nan Zhuren chuckled, glancing at the files on Chonghui's computer. "Are you going to give this to the teachers later? I'll take it to you. I'll call you when we need to get some work done."

Chonghui hesitated for a moment: "My biological clock is very regular, I probably can't fall asleep now, I'll have to wait until my midday nap time..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Nan Zhuren raise his left hand, his middle finger touching his thumb.

"...Fine, that's fine too."

Snapped!
……

"Is Da Hui asleep?"

"Yeah, I stayed up all night and just fell asleep."

Weng Pingting held the still-warm printed "Preliminary Framework Plan for Preventing Mass Hysteria and Providing Psychological Assistance in Disaster Areas," glanced up at Nan Zhuren, looked down at the plan, and then looked up at Nan Zhuren again.

"Why don't you go back and rest for a while? You've been working so hard yesterday, you look..."

The eldest sister seemed to want to express her concern, but looking at Nan Zhuren's radiant face, she couldn't bring herself to say the second half of her sentence, which contained some negative adjectives.

Bai Qinghua clapped his hands, signaling Weng Pingting not to worry about it and to continue with the important matter.

"...Alright, let me tell you about the work arrangements for the next step."

Although there are now more cases of "mass hysteria," this does not mean that the work itself has undergone a fundamental change; at most, the focus has shifted.

Organizational structure remains the top priority.

In other words, we'll have to allocate another portion of our staff to deal with the "mass hysteria" issue.

But neither the people in the room nor the other research groups felt any pressure from the increased workload; on the contrary, they were all very excited.

Weng Pingting quickly reviewed the supplementary plan compiled by Chonghui. There were no problems, since it was basically the content that had already been agreed upon in yesterday's meeting.

“There’s only one thing we need to discuss now—” Weng Pingting looked at Nan Zhuren, “You weren’t in yesterday’s meeting, so I didn’t assign you any tasks.”

This does not mean that Nan Zhuren is excluded.

On the contrary, it gave Nan Zhuren the greatest degree of freedom in his work.

This was to let Nan Zhuren plan his next steps. After all, in his original plan, he needed to intervene with Li Lingling, a client with borderline personality disorder, while also handling a bunch of files accumulated from the camp.

For a normal person, this would basically take up all their energy.

In fact, Weng Pingting was testing the waters when she said that.

However, Nan Zhuren was clearly unaware that he was being tested, and nodded, saying, "Let me participate in the intervention for [mass hysteria] later."

Before Weng Pingting could respond, Nan Zhuren added, "But I need an assistant, preferably with a medical background. This will allow for immediate assessment of the nature of the physical symptoms during rapid intervention, avoiding misdiagnosis and increasing the recipient's trust."

Even before Nan Zhuren uttered the name, everyone present could guess what he was going to say.

"Li Lingling?"

“Yes.” Nan Zhuren nodded.

Bringing Li Lingling along and having her participate in the camp's psychological intervention work, while also helping her heal herself, was originally part of the Nan Zhuren Project.

“But,” Weng Pingting frowned, “wasn’t your initial plan to have Li Lingling take care of the children in the camp first? These individuals at risk of [mass hysteria] are all adults or even the elderly, they’re too unstable…”

She looked Nan Zhuren up and down, thinking that her junior colleague had finally made a blunder due to his unfamiliarity with the practice environment. Arbitrarily changing a client's intervention plan to fit one's own job is not something a qualified counselor should do.

Nan Zhuren, however, already had a plan in mind: "I've just read through what my senior brother wrote. According to the plan, each research group will send a portion of people to collect data on [mass hysteria], right?"

"You finished reading it all in such a short time... Oh well, that's normal." Weng Pingting had already accepted part of Nan Zhuren's character. "So?"

“They didn’t send out many people. It will take several days just to collect the preliminary data. I just need to continue working on the files that the person in charge gave me in the previous days.”

Nan Zhuren said confidently, "Once I've gone through all those files, the preliminary data collection for the [mass hysteria] should be finished. I can then take Li Lingling, who has already completed the first phase of treatment, to intervene in those cases of [mass hysteria]."

You really don't want to eat a single bite less.

Weng Pingting blinked.

It sounds like the junior colleague had already made arrangements, rather than having the visitor modify the plan at the last minute to accommodate his work.

But this arrangement... also has many problems!
"With so many files, can you finish them in just a few days?" Weng Pingting pursed her lips.

“I know your maximum daily consultation volume is eight hours, which is amazing, but you don’t have that energy every day. After completing your maximum consultation volume for a day, your consultation limit will also decrease in the following days.”

As the consulting director who discovered Nam Joo-in, Weng Ping-ting also had a template for Nam Joo-in's abilities in mind.

Bai Qinghua nodded in agreement with Weng Pingting's assessment.

When there was a lot of consulting work at his company, after Nan Zhuren finished a full eight hours of consulting in a day, he could only do four the next day, five or six the third day, and only on the fourth day could he do a full eight again.

Of course, doing five or six consultations a day is also amazing, even exceeding the limits of some psychologists.

But for Nan Zhuren, this is a buffer period for his body. A person's energy is limited in a day, and also limited in a certain period of time.

If a person unleashes an unusually large amount of energy on a particular day, they will experience a period of lethargy afterward; this is a biological physiological cycle.

“I asked Lao Zhou yesterday, and he said you took nearly a third of the camp’s files by yourself, which is a considerable workload.” Weng Pingting bit her lip. “And after hearing about ‘mass hysteria,’ it seems that counselors from other research groups don’t want to work on the files anymore; they all want to work on ‘mass hysteria’ first…”

The reason Weng Pingting knew about this news was because both of the senior consultants that Bai Qinghua brought with him had experienced this situation.

This is something whose priority is easy to assess—while the visits from people with psychological problems due to the disaster area environment are valuable, as long as they remain in the disaster area, similar cases will continue to emerge until the rescue operation ends.

Even if this batch is cancelled, there will be more later.

In contrast, "mass hysteria" is something that must be done now, immediately, and right away.

Moreover, in terms of rarity—it's even more hard to come by!

Apart from a few junior counselors who may indeed lack the ability to intervene in "mass hysteria," all other counselors have been recalled by the leaders of their respective research groups to focus on overcoming the difficulties of "mass hysteria."

To this, Nan Zhuren said, "Isn't this a good thing?"

His eyes even started to light up.

Before Weng Pingting could say anything more, Bai Qinghua spoke up.

"Let's leave it at that for now," Bai Qinghua said. "Pingting, you and I will continue working on the organizational framework, while Dahui and Qianqian will collect the data on [mass hysteria]. Zhu Ren will continue working on the visitors listed in the files. As for the subsequent work arrangements, we'll see how things go."

If Nan Zhuren was simply making assumptions, then when he came to work on the archives later, he would naturally feel a lack of energy and become more docile.

Even if Nan Zhuren doesn't have the energy to continue intervention and treatment for "mass hysteria" afterward, it's okay. As the discoverer of this risk, no matter which research group publishes the paper, Nan Zhuren's name will be added—Bai Qinghua and Weng Pingting can guarantee this.

And if Nan Zhuren could really complete all the file visits in a short period of time...wouldn't that be even better?
Bai Qinghua looked at Nan Zhuren.

Anyway, the main person to do the work was Weng Pingting. As a teacher, she had plenty of energy to take care of Nan Zhuren and ensure that her little apprentice would not hurt himself because of his stubbornness.

He can hold the line.

With this thought in mind, Bai Qinghua looked at Weng Pingting.

Weng Pingting understood what the teacher meant with just a glance.

Alright, then let's reduce the workload for the teacher and let him take care of the younger students more.

Weng Pingting's slender fingers tapped rapidly on the computer keyboard, quickly confirming Nan Zhuren's division of responsibilities.

Then press Enter to send the proposal to the various research groups.

……

"Great! Nan Zhuren isn't coming to do the 'mass hysteria' anymore; he's going back to doing the file visits!"

Suppressed cheers erupted from one of the rooms.

Teacher Yi Jinjiao, who was brushing her teeth, looked up, her face full of bewilderment: "...Are you sure about this? Is Nan Zhuren really that exaggerated?"

The teacher in the black circle was taking deep breaths excitedly and waving his hands repeatedly: "Senior brother, you didn't see it in person yesterday, you don't understand, that person... is really sinister, very suspicious!"

Teacher Yijinjiao shrugged: "If he were really as capable as you say, he would definitely be the second most important person in Professor Bai's research group after Weng Pingting, and he wouldn't be following Chonghui around all day."

In Teacher Yijinjiao's eyes, Chonghui is a strong player of the same level as himself.

Since Nan Zhuren is still a junior brother who needs Chonghui's protection, I naturally don't need to pay him much attention.

The teacher with the black circle looked at his senior brother, hesitant to speak.

"But if we're really going to talk about it that way, Nan Zhuren's niche is quite similar to yours." Teacher Yijinjiao wiped his face in front of the mirror, then patted Teacher Heiquan on the shoulder, "The other junior students in our group will all need you to lead them to collect data later, good luck!"

The teacher with the black circle opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end, I swallowed it back, and just looked at the proposal that had just been sent to my computer, feeling relieved.

It's alright, Nan Zhuren is here to work on the archives, we won't run into each other again in future projects.
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In the afternoon, Chonghui, who had slept for several hours, groggily got out of bed.

A short sleep may not be enough to restore all your energy, but it's much better than feeling like you've just pulled an all-nighter.

In addition, Chonghui was already well-prepared, and after briefly performing a breathing exercise to awaken his body, he quickly reunited with Shi Qianqian.

Guided by the staff, they walked towards the direction of the rescue team members that Nan Zhuren had reported.

"According to Zhu Ren, they all smelled a non-existent odor, and then some kind of contagious disease quickly spread..."

Shi Qianqian helped Chonghui review while recalling the material.

However, before they even reached the ward, they heard a faintly familiar voice coming from the corridor.

"Please describe the intensity of the odor you smell using numbers, on a scale of 0 to 7. Approximately what score would it be?"

"...3 points."

"Oh?"

"Because I talked with a teacher surnamed Nan yesterday, I felt much better, so..."

“…Oh.” The speaker seemed to pause for a moment, but he quickly composed himself and continued, “Now, please recall the scene when you saw your teammate fall into that pit, okay? While you’re recalling it, describe the intensity of the stench you smelled, on a scale of 0 to 7. What would your score be?”

"Hmm, the score is probably around... ugh!"

Chonghui frowned deeply and strode forward.

The ward was in complete chaos.

A pale-faced, listless man wearing a windbreaker was leaning against a chair, dry heaving and repeatedly vomiting.

Beside him were two young men who looked half like students and half like teachers, one of whom had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

The two young people were now helplessly surrounding the man who was dry heaving.

The nurse standing nearby immediately stepped forward and positioned herself between the man and the two young men: "What are you all doing!"

(End of this chapter)