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

Chapter 66 Returning to Jiangda
"and many more."

Just as Nan Zhuren touched the doorknob, Weng Pingting suddenly called out to stop him from behind.

Turning around, Nan Zhuren saw a meaningful face.

This time, Nan Zhuren couldn't understand the other person's micro-expressions. He rarely saw similar expressions on other people's faces before and hadn't established a baseline.

"There are a few things you should be aware of regarding PTSD."

Nan Zhuren expressed his willingness to hear the details: "What is it?"

Weng Pingting's expression gave Nan Zhuren a conflicted feeling, as if she was trying her best to prepare her words.

“PTSD may manifest as numbness or avoidance of trauma-related information, just like Chen Ting, whom you described earlier. After generalization, she showed fear and tension towards the carriers of attributes such as ‘male’ and ‘school’.”

Weng Pingting said, "But in addition to that, early-stage PTSD can cause patients to exhibit alertness, agitation, and other emotions in response to stressors. Patients will show an unusual impulse toward anything that is related to the stressor."

The development of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) involves multiple stages.

In the early stages, after an individual experiences a traumatic event for the first time, they will mobilize all their psychological energy to fight against the abnormal stress state, and the corresponding outward manifestations are vigilance and excitement.

Only after repeated failures to cope with stress do individuals enter a stage of energy depletion, leading to avoidance, fear, and other symptoms, which can eventually develop into severe stress disorder.

Nan Zhuren pondered, "While that is true, Chen Ting actually experienced a traumatic event almost two years ago, long past the early stages, so this situation shouldn't be a major concern."

"Besides," Nan Zhuren joked, "if someone has been in the early stages for so long, how strong must their mentality be? They wouldn't need a therapist, would they?"

Weng Pingting shook her head, maintaining that meaningful expression.

“Every situation must be taken into account, otherwise… problems are bound to arise.”

Nan Zhuren felt that Weng Pingting's words had a hidden meaning, but he couldn't understand it for a while.

But it's always right to say, "I'll be careful, there won't be any problems."

……

"This is a huge problem, Professor Nan! This is a huge problem!"

Shen Bing clutched his forehead in pain: "You were actually transferred to liaise with Jiang University. This job is definitely thankless and exhausting."

Nan Zhuren looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Why do you say that? What's wrong with this job? I think it's fantastic."

Shen Bing was almost in despair upon hearing this: "Teacher Nan, please stop making jokes at a time like this! This kind of work involving liaising with companies is outside our regular job duties. If we do it well, we'll get praise at most, but if we make a mistake, we'll be criticized. Most importantly—there are no bonuses or commissions!"

Shen Bing looked like the sky was falling: "We only get bonuses for consulting! We come here to do projects, but all our consulting work at home gets distributed to others. We don't get consulting fees, and we still have to do thankless work..."

Workers never ask for much; they just want to avoid doing work they shouldn't be doing and to receive the money they're entitled to. That's all.

Nan Zhuren felt somewhat apologetic, acknowledging that he had indeed dragged his assistant down this time.

So he thought for a moment and said, "How about I talk to Sister Pingting and ask you to work as someone else's assistant for a while, like Lao Yang?"

Shen Bing, who had been looking dejected, suddenly looked up and stared at Nan Zhuren with disbelief.

Nan Zhuren stopped talking in time and changed the subject: "Or you can think of it this way: we've connected with Jiangda University, so any visitors Jiangda introduces to the center will definitely be given priority to us."

Shen Bing's eyes became even more vacant: "Why are you making empty promises to yourself?"

This young man is a bit stubborn.

Just as Nan Zhuren was about to say something more, someone ran out from not far away.

Several days had passed, and Nan Zhuren and his group were standing at the gate of Jiangda University, waiting for the teachers from Jiangda University in charge of the project to come and greet them.

Upon seeing an outsider approach, Shen Bing quickly regained his composure and adopted a serious expression. The visitor was an administrative staff member from the School of Psychology at Jiang University, who appeared to be between 25 and 35 years old.

The reason for such a large deviation in age estimation is that once young people are ingrained with a certain vibe, it becomes difficult to judge their age based solely on their appearance. This is why the range is "25 to 35 years old," a difference of up to ten years. If we add some misleading aspects such as deliberately wearing business jackets or unflattering clothes, the age estimation range can even be expanded to 25 to 40 years old.

This situation is particularly prevalent among tenured staff members who work with teenagers, such as counselors, university administrators, and middle school teachers.

"He looks so old for his age," Nan Zhuren heard Shen Bing mutter behind him. "It's really terrifying."

Nan Zhuren glanced at him and said, "If I give you a position and let you do it, will you go or not?"

Shen Bing's eyes lit up, and he immediately fell into a wonderful dilemma.

Nan Zhuren's expression changed: "You really want to?"

Ignoring the assistant who had already passed the civil service exam, Nan Zhuren looked at the teacher who came to meet him.

"Nan Zhuren," the teacher greeted him, "It's been a long time."

His attitude was very natural, with a touch of friendliness, and Nan Zhuren felt that he was 25 years old.

The collaborative project on psychological counseling was naturally handled by the people in the School of Psychology. Nan Zhuren knew these administrative staff members from her graduate studies.

At the same time, Nan Zhuren looked behind the 25-year-old teacher—the two of them also showed seemingly friendly smiles.

Those were the small-eyed, big-nosed fellow disciples of Nan Zhuren.

Nan Zhuren smiled and greeted them without any change in expression. Although Shen Bing was an assistant, strictly speaking, Shen Bing had more social experience and was also older than Nan Zhuren. This was Shen Bing's first time visiting Jiangda University, so Nan Zhuren naturally pushed him out to start a conversation with the 25-year-old teacher.

He then looked down and started fiddling with his phone, typing away.

Behind Nan Zhuren, the small-eyed man and the big-nosed man were typing away, conveying a message that it was inappropriate to speak out in this situation.

Big Nose: "Senior brother, I'm a little panicked."

Small eyes: "Don't panic, there are teachers in front to protect us, we just need to keep an eye on things."

Big Nose: "Senior, what did the teacher say to you the other day?"

The small-eyed man said, "The professor is going to stay abroad for a few more days. He told us to keep an eye on things and not let Nan Zhuren go back to the research group office or touch anything from before, especially the data. If he just focuses on this joint project, everything will be fine."

Small eyes: "He actually came back and became the person in charge!"

Big Nose: "Senior brother, why didn't we catch him last time? Wouldn't he have been unable to come back then?"

The little eye did not reply.

Suddenly, Nan Zhuren stopped typing and looked ahead, as if searching for something.

Then, his eyes lit up.

A graceful figure appeared in front of them; it was a girl.

It was midday, and the autumn sun was bright but not scorching. Just as everyone was looking over, the girl stepped into a spot bathed in sunlight, making it appear as if she were glowing.

Seeing Nan Zhuren quickly step forward and start exchanging pleasantries with the girl, Da Bizi felt a pang of sadness.

Big Nose: "Senior brother, do we have to keep an eye on this too?"

The little eyes hissed, as if in response, yet also as if not.

(End of this chapter)