Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 115 - 115 114 True Judgment

115: Chapter 114 True Judgnt 115: Chapter 114 True Judgnt Jiang University Psychological Center, inside the office area.

The supervisor of the center sat at his desk, his posture rigid as if he were in military training.

Before him lay the files of student clients, and he seed to be fulfilling his duty, carefully preparing for the next client.

However, the page in front of him hadn’t been turned for twenty minutes.

And a single page barely contains 200 characters.

Click—

The sound of the office door opened.

The supervisor’s eyes focused, and all his attention concentrated instantly.

Then he heard the thumping footsteps approaching, a rhythm he found extrely familiar.

Yes, familiar.

Before the supervisor beca the supervisor, he was just an ordinary consultant at the Jiang University Psychological Center.

In whatever kind of workplace, there’s always soone who becos the center of attention as soon as they appear, who always manages to handle tasks that others can’t.

Back then, the supervisor thought that “that person” would be him, having graduated with a master’s degree at a young age and secured a position; but in reality, “that person” was a consultant intern in his first year of graduate school, working part-ti at the center.

That person was Nan Zhubin.

From that mont, the supervisor morized that person’s face, temperant, and even the sound of his footsteps.

Although the shoes have changed now, the walking pace has not; even after all this ti, the supervisor can easily recognize it.

Thump, thump, thump—

The supervisor perked up his ears, hearing those footsteps moving around the office area, appearing to search for sothing.

Finally, it slowly approached that person’s forr desk.

Yes, the location of that person’s forr desk, the supervisor rembered that too.

[What is that person thinking now?

Nostalgic?

Regretful?]

[Why doesn’t he approach for a chat?

Does he want to?]

[How is he intervening with his clients?

The sa as before?]

Countless thoughts collided, tangled, and rged in the supervisor’s mind.

When they reached a peak, they suddenly dissipated.

The supervisor let out a long breath at this mont.

[No matter what, let’s handle the task at hand first.]

He felt a sense of relief at that mont.

So, he finally turned the page he hadn’t touched for twenty-five minutes and began to read it earnestly.

But, just at that mont—

With a “click,” the office door opened again.

“Mr.

Nan, here are the results of the scale just done by that student, for you.”

Suddenly, it felt as if sumr sunshine poured in, and the previously silent and awkward office atmosphere beca lively.

“And that student wants to schedule another consultation; I wonder when you’ll be free next week.”

“Also—”

Xia Tian paused at this point, as if she finally noticed another person in the office.

Her liveliness, enthusiasm, and vitality, which was a dazzling 11 out of 10, suddenly retracted to only about 7.

And at this mont, the supervisor finally stood up forcefully.

He burst out in anger, “Nan Zhubin, have you let that student schedule another consultation again?

She’s only under academic pressure, there’s no need for so many consultations; how will you handle it if she becos dependent on psychological consultation?

Or has she already transferred her feelings to you?!”

Nan Zhubin didn’t respond imdiately.

He quietly took the docunts from Xia Tian’s hand and turned his eyes towards the supervisor.

The supervisor continued his outburst throughout this process.

“Nan Zhubin, you used to make errors in judgnt by intervening, have you changed tactics this ti?”

“I know you’re doing consultations outside now and have found backing, but let tell you, the students within the school are different, and the consultations here are different!

Don’t think…

what is this?!”

…

The supervisor’s rapid-fire speech made Xia Tian hold her breath involuntarily.

She quickly cast a concerned glance at Nan Zhubin, only to discover that the young consultant showed no trace of emotional fluctuation from the hostile verbal attack, instead exuding a serenity akin to “a gentle breeze brushing over a hill.”

Then, he quietly organized the docunts in his hand, and held them out.

The supervisor’s gaze was imdiately drawn to it.

“…What is this?”

“Consultation records and materials to be archived,” Nan Zhubin said.

His voice was low, carrying the unique warmth of a psychological consultant, unmarred by prior accusations and still serving to soothe emotions.

When suddenly confronted with such a thing in the midst of an emotional outburst, even the supervisor’s spirit faltered slightly.

He instinctively looked at the items in Nan Zhubin’s hands.

[Consultation intervention process: data collection…

Emotion soothing…

Pre-consultation completion assignnt.

Including [pause in studies], [increase social interaction], [try venting], etc…]

A glance revealed Nan Zhubin’s consultation process, especially the assignnts left for the client at the end.

All were by the book, and this glance caused the supervisor’s dissipating anger to gather once more.

“Such a situation still needs a second consultation…”

The supervisor’s voice abruptly stopped because as he said this, he took a second look.

[Psychological assessnt and diagnosis: moderate anxiety, mild depression]

The expression on his face transford into one of disbelief at what he was reading.

The emotions accumulated in his heart were suddenly more than half dispelled, but it wasn’t enough.

He steadied himself, still wanting to say sothing.

But Nan Zhubin flicked his hand again, and the top of the stack of docunts shifted from his consultation records to three survey forms.

“These are the scales administered after the consultation, brought by Xia Tian and completed by the student.

They are short scales with about ten questions each, and you should be able to understand.”

Three scales.

The topmost was the Social Avoidance and Distress Scale (SAD).

The middle one was the Self-Rating Anxiety Scale (SAS).

The bottom one was the Self-Rating Depression Scale (SDS).

The supervisor’s professional instincts drove him to seek out the key options within the survey scores, and as he saw them clearly, his gaze solidified.

Nan Zhubin quietly added, “These scales were administered after the consultation, theoretically speaking, her scores should be higher when she first ca for consultation.”

As if waking from a dream, the supervisor almost snatched the materials from Nan Zhubin’s hands, then swiftly returned to his desk.

He pulled out a reference tool for scoring the scales, began manually calculating the scores, and then beca motionless once again.