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

Chapter 619 Nan Zhuren is not here, yet he is everywhere.
Faced with the mess caused by Professor Ji's team of two teachers, the nurses unleashed astonishing strength.

"Weren't you here to provide some psychological intervention to help? How did it turn out like this!"

The nurse was petite, and her fatigue was visibly evident from working non-stop.

But this exhaustion was like a suppressed volcano; seeing his patient being violated, it erupted with unimaginable power.

Faced with this astonishing aura, the teacher in the black circle and his companions couldn't help but take a step back.

"We are working on it, in order to..." the teacher in the black circle said dryly.

"If it's work, how did it turn out like this? Aren't you psychology students here to help?" The nurse took another step forward, causing the teacher with the black circle to involuntarily take a step back as well.

"...Initially, we need to collect data and assess the situation before we can implement interventions." Speaking about his area of ​​expertise, the instructor gradually calmed down and regained his composure. "Only after confirming his and his companions' conditions can we develop a targeted intervention plan while ensuring the safety of people in other camps..."

Outside the door, Chonghui and Shi Qianqian, who had just arrived, exchanged a glance and simultaneously showed expressions of disgust.

"This kind of statement... should I say that he really does basic research?" Chonghui pursed his lips.

"I have a very bad feeling," Shi Qianqian nodded in agreement, frowning as she spoke.

Sure enough, the next second the nurse took a deep breath, took a few quick steps forward, and cornered the two teachers in black circles at the door: "I know what you're saying, but I also know that examining a patient is based on the premise that the condition won't worsen! You're supposed to be psychology students, how can you do things without any psychology at all? Can't you see how uncomfortable the patient is!"

"This is the mildest case of similar symptoms. It was already relieved by one of your teachers, surnamed Nan, not long ago! You guys are really something... Ha!"

The teacher with the black circle on her face immediately turned bright red.

However, the opposing team was playing on their home turf and had the natural advantage of clinical medicine over psychology, so the black-circle teacher couldn't think of any rebuttal for a moment.

Before he could react, he saw the nurse looking past them toward the door.

Chonghui and Shi Qianqian were standing there.

"Are you here to take psychological tests too?"

Hearing the nurse's question, Chonghui felt somewhat helpless, but still took a deep breath: "...Yes."

"Everyone get out!"

--boom!

The door slammed shut, nearly hitting the nose of the teacher in the black circle who was standing at the front.

Shi Qian squinted at Chong Hui: "The bad premonition has come true—what do we do now?"

Faced with his junior's complaints.

Chonghui didn't reply, but looked at the two people in front of him and asked, "Why did you come here?"

The teacher in the black circle instinctively wanted to retort with, "Can't we come?"

However, considering that Chonghui occupies a similar ecological niche to his senior brother Jiao, he is not someone he can vent his emotions to.

The resilience honed through years of pursuing a master's degree still made the black-circle teacher take a deep breath, turn around, and force a smile: "Our teachers and the person in charge applied, so we came here to collect data."

Chonghui didn't laugh: "We were also assigned here to collect data."

The teacher with the black circle maintained her smile: "Ah... that might be because we didn't coordinate well, which caused our tasks to overlap."

【Ah. 】

Chonghui and Shi Qianqian both sneered inwardly.

Sure enough, he studied psychology; his ability to lie through his teeth is truly... wait, I can't let myself get dragged into this.

But the situation is almost obvious – the other side is here to steal the data.

The path of the orthodox tradition has always required striving to be the first.

However, the work done on the other side was so sloppy that not only did they fail to make their way through, but they have now blocked the path for those behind them as well.

Shi Qianqian pointed unabashedly in the direction behind them: "Now that no one can get in, what are you planning to do?"

The teacher in the black circle took a deep breath and took out her phone: "It's okay, I'll talk to the teacher and the leaders here again and try to get another chance to collect data..."

Upon hearing this answer, Chonghui couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This approach aligns perfectly with the research group's academic style of structuring and organizing frameworks.

but,
"Excuse my bluntness, but it's probably not appropriate to have them fill out a questionnaire right now," Chonghui said directly before the other party dialed. "Even if we can get in, the effect won't be very good, and they might even vomit every now and then."

Shi Qianqian echoed, "Unless your plan is for them to get used to vomiting—but it's more likely they'll go into shock while vomiting, making it impossible for anyone to work and only increasing the burden on the medical staff."

Along with these words, Shi Qianqian also made a sarcastic shrug.

The words of the two siblings interrupted each other's actions.

……

The teacher with the black circle narrowed his eyes.

Okay, is this the start of an academic dispute?
Do you think someone who studies basic research would be afraid of your practical work?
“Senior Brother Chonghui, and… this junior sister,” the black-circle teacher said, “Data collection is the foundation of scientific intervention. Without baseline data, all our subsequent work is like the blind men and the elephant—that’s standard procedure! You can’t be unaware of that, can you?”

“Standard procedures also need to consider applicability.” Chonghui’s gaze didn’t even look at the teacher in the black circle, but instead lingered on the door of the ward.

“Just now, while you were asking questions, the patient’s respiratory rate, pupillary response, and body posture were all in a state of high stress arousal. Under these circumstances, their cognitive functions—especially attention and working memory—are severely limited.”

"Conducting paper-and-pencil tests requiring a high level of cognitive input at this point, even if they no longer vomit or faint due to your guidance, will still raise concerns about the reliability and validity of the collected data. Besides—"

Chonghui turned his gaze back and looked directly into the eyes of the teacher with the black circle: "They are more likely to feel frustrated because they cannot concentrate or understand the questions, which will aggravate their anxiety and sense of incompetence and cause secondary trauma."

The teacher in the black circle initially wanted to argue, but after hearing Chonghui's assessment of physiological indicators such as respiratory rate and pupillary response, she paused.

He couldn't see these things at all, and he couldn't win the argument.

Before he could come up with a solution, Shi Qianqian continued her senior brother's words.

“I’ve seen the scale designed by your research group. It’s based on the SCL-90, right? It contains 90 items. It takes about 20 minutes for a normal person to complete it. Given the situation of the rescue team members, it may take 30 minutes or even 40 minutes.”

"There are 22 items in IES-R and 9 items in PHQ-9. In total, you need these rescue team members who have just been pulled from the edge of the mass grave and may not even be able to concentrate for 5 minutes at this moment to complete 121 questions that require repeated recall of painful details and abstract emotional judgments under high stress."

Shi Qianqian's voice was crisp and clear: "Using this standardized scale may not only fail to collect effective data, but may also cause secondary harm to the recipients, which is irresponsible from both an academic and practical perspective."

These words immediately drew the attention of the teacher from Chonghui back to the black circle teacher.

I may not be able to argue with Chonghui, who has a higher ecological niche, but surely I can argue with you?!
Teacher Heiquan frowned, about to say something, when he saw Chonghui step to the side, his latissimus dorsi muscles spreading out, instantly covering Shi Qianqian.

Meanwhile, Shi Qianqian's voice continued to come from behind Chonghui:

“I understand your reliance on standardized tools, which have good construct validity and norms, and are the gold standard in basic research and stable environments. However, the choice of methodology must take into account its ecological validity.”

"Stone and Shiffman's classic discussion on ecological momentary assessment in Health Psychology clearly points out that retrospective self-reports from scales like these in your hand can be severely distorted under high stress due to present-recall bias and cognitive resource exhaustion."

One proper noun after another flowed from Shi Qianqian's mouth, while she also quoted classical texts.

The fact that this debate included references left the teacher, who was about to refute it, speechless.

Shi Qianqian stretched out an arm from behind Chonghui and pointed to the door behind Teacher Heiquan: "The cognitive resources of those rescue team members at this moment are simply insufficient to support them in accurately recalling the frequency and intensity of symptoms over the past week; forcing them to engage in this kind of complex retrospective thinking will only exacerbate their frustration and anxiety. This was discussed in McDonald's paper published in the JPSP journal two years ago, and there are clear warnings about it, especially in research on the cognitive function of disaster survivors."

At this moment, Shi Qianqian had already peeked out from behind Chonghui, making herself vulnerable to being attacked.

But the teacher with the black circle opened her mouth, looking like she was being controlled.

Shi Qianqian's explanation didn't stop there: "You might say that these scales have excellent reliability and validity. But reliability and validity testing is usually done in a relatively calm and controlled environment. In the early stages of ASD, an individual's perceptions, thoughts, and emotions are fragmented, highly somatized, and situationally tied. Neria et al.'s 2008 review of psychological interventions after 9/11 in the New England Journal of Medicine clearly pointed out that in the early stages of trauma, rigid assessment procedures themselves can become stressors."

Shi Qian shrugged: "Furthermore, from a neuroscience perspective, research conducted by Bremner et al. using fMRI shows that under high-intensity stress, the activity of the prefrontal cortex, which is responsible for higher cognitive functions such as logical reasoning and complex memory, is inhibited, while the amygdala, which is responsible for fear and sensory processing, is overactive."

"And what you are asking them to use right now is their weakest prefrontal cortex function, which will directly exacerbate their emotional reaction."

At this moment, Shi Qianqian had already exposed her entire body, and Chonghui no longer intended to move himself to cover his junior sister.

The teacher in the black circle and his companions were no longer moving.

Shi Qianqian summarized: "Standardized scales are indispensable for systematic evaluation during the stable period; however, during the golden window of crisis intervention, the immediate clinical relevance of the data and the harmlessness of the collection process must take precedence over the theoretical structural perfection of the data and the convenience of subsequent analysis."

"This is the ethical bottom line that we, as mental health professionals, must uphold, in addition to scientific rigor."

After Shi Qianqian finished speaking, she looked at the other person calmly. Her argument progressed step by step, from methodological flaws and ethical risks to neuroscience evidence, almost blocking all rebuttal paths based on "standard procedures".

She was secretly thrilled, feeling that she must look incredibly handsome at that moment, even comparable to her senior sister Weng Pingting.

The professor, who was in the dark circle, stood frozen in place. He realized that his familiar academic weapons were rendered so pale and inappropriate by the other party's rebuttal, which was closer to clinical reality, equally well-researched and logically rigorous.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Shi Qianqian sighed heavily again: "These were our research group's initial plans and preparations, but unfortunately, you have ruined them all."

“Even the intervention effects that we Zhu Ren worked so hard to achieve before may have been wasted by you now.”

……

That was quite satisfying to hear.

But Chonghui raised an eyebrow.

As expected, Shi Qianqian didn't quite understand the principle of not pursuing a defeated enemy; the young girl was talking a bit too much.

The lengthy quotations and allusions did indeed leave the other side speechless. However, Shi Qianqian's last sentence instantly reduced the atmosphere of "academic discussion" to the level of "verbal conflict."

It's worth noting that although Chonghui and Teacher Heiquan had clashed before, it was only limited to being sarcastic or sarcastic.

At this moment, Shi Qianqian's words were too aggressive, and Teacher Heiquan suddenly seemed to have a new idea to refute her.

However, before Chonghui could block his junior sister again...

A voice suddenly came from behind them again: "You... are the psychology experts who just arrived yesterday?"

Chonghui, Shi Qianqian, Teacher Heiquan and his companion all paused at the same time.

Turning around, I saw a man in his late thirties or early forties.

The other person had heavy dark circles under their eyes, yet looked radiant, as if they had finally relieved their stress and had a good rest after a long period of exhaustion. Although they hadn't fully recovered physically, their spirits were already high again.

"Yes." Chonghui stepped forward, naturally taking over the conversation. "And you are?"

The man waved the supply list in his hand: "I'm in charge of allocating supplies. I'm here to hand over the supplies and also to visit the sick."

As he spoke, Team Leader Li glanced at the four people present, clearly having overheard part of the argument in the hallway: "What are you all doing...?"

Chonghui softened his tone: "Oh, we're here to do a psychological test, but the comrade inside isn't in a good state, so it's not going very smoothly."

Team Leader Li nodded and pondered for a moment.

Just as Chonghui and his group were preparing to politely say goodbye and leave for the time being.

Team Leader Li suddenly looked up at Chonghui and asked, "Are you two... with Nan Zhuren and Teacher Nan?"

Chonghui paused in his steps.

Have a turnaround?
Sure enough, Team Leader Li made a gesture to calm down, then stepped forward and knocked on the ward door: "Wait a moment, don't rush to leave. Let me see if I can help you communicate with them."

(End of this chapter)