Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 655 - Capítulo 655: 592: Macro and Micro2

Capítulo 655: Chapter 592: Macro and Micro_2

“After training the fire and ard police rescue personnel, we’ll conduct another training for dical staff the next day. We will incorporate psychological screening evaluation into their daily ward rounds to screen the affected people…”

…

The explanation style of this plan is familiar, Nan Zhubin feels as if all that’s missing in the car is a PPT and a laser pointer.

Suddenly.

“Bang” sound.

The bus jolted violently.

Teacher Yijin Jiao stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but was fortunately supported by the junior beside him.

The driver shouted, “Teacher, please sit down and buckle up!”

Unknowingly, the scenery around had changed.

The rain beca torrential, and the road turned muddy.

The feeling of the city had completely faded, replaced by farmland; but there were no rice seedlings in the fields, replaced instead by a chaotic wasteland.

Muddy floodwaters dragged branches, furniture, and animal corpses along slowly. In areas where the water receded, a world completely covered in mud was exposed, with waterlines taller than a human’s head marked on the walls of houses, shocking to behold.

The air was filled with a complex and suffocating stench—the sll of mud, decay, and disinfectant mixed together.

Clearly, they had entered the disaster zone.

Teacher Yijin Jiao also understood the gravity of the situation, obediently fastened his seatbelt with the junior’s support, then strained to turn back and inquiry the people inside the bus.

“Any questions, teachers?”

“Yes!”

A voice sounded in front of Nan Zhubin, deep and resonant, accompanied by the heavy muscle booming sound.

It was Chonghui.

“Old Jiao, according to your plan, establishing this kind of system requires a long preparation ti before we can start working. Especially for the ‘dynamic monitoring expert group’ you ntioned for psychological issues, it also needs cooperation from frontline leaders.”

“The frontline leaders probably can’t cooperate with us like this? It’s likely that we’ll arrive after their current work is already underway.”

Chonghui said, “Shouldn’t we first do so imdiate things, such as psychological interventions for rescue personnel or affected people who already show psychological conditions on site?”

Teacher Yijin Jiao maintained a smile.

He nodded continually, “Dahui, yes, what you said makes sense.”

His tone was familiar, indicating there had been so previous work exchanges with Chonghui, “But this is a long-term psychological aid operation without standard procedures. Work can quickly beco muddled. And there might not be any psychological consultation rooms on site, even if there are, we don’t have enough people…”

Chonghui replied, “I understand what you’re saying, macro control is necessary. But I’m not suggesting we all rush to consult as soon as we arrive. I’m thinking we could adjust personnel arrangents appropriately…”

…

A teacher with shiny hair, a big man full of muscles.

Both were strapped to their seats, speaking from an obvious distance apart, doing their best to raise their voices.

Although they were smiling, Nan Zhubin felt, if it weren’t for the restrictive conditions, the two would have been face to face long ago.

Nan Zhubin glanced at Bai Qinghua beside him, who, just like the ntor beside Teacher Yijin Jiao, was blissfully resting with closed eyes.

Shi Qianqian clenched her fists, showing support and encouragent for Chonghui.

After thinking it over, Nan Zhubin lightly nudged Bai Qinghua with his elbow, “Teacher, who’s opposite?”

Seeing it was the young apprentice asking, Bai Qinghua thought for a mont, “Technology Institute University—you know it, right?”

Nan Zhubin nodded.

“Didn’t you hear the rumor your second-level certificate will be canceled? They’re the ones who applied for psychological consultant recognition afterwards. Overall, a quite skilled team.”

Not long ago, Nan Zhubin had finished the second-level psychological consultant certificate exam, passing easily.

This was the last professional qualification exam for a psychological consultant.

Currently, no official announcent has been made about when the exam will resu, or what the format will be when it does.

But the market demand for qualification recognition and skills identification still exists.

This is why, even Beidu Normal University where Bai Qinghua is hasn’t been able to take on this mantle, yet Technology Institute University can.

From this, one can see how strong the backing behind Teacher Yijin Jiao, who is disputing with Chonghui, is.

However, Nan Zhubin quickly realized the topic had been diverted by Bai Qinghua, and pursued further, “Teacher, I see that senior… has so grievance with this teacher surnad Jiao?”

This ti Bai Qinghua clamd up. As a ntor, so things he couldn’t talk about.

This is also why both professors were sitting quietly now, leaving it to their younger team mbers to have a war of words.

Shi Qianqian pat Nan Zhubin’s shoulder, and whispered sothing.

Nan Zhubin’s eyes gradually beca enlightened.

Nevertheless, the dispute between Chonghui and Teacher Yijin Jiao didn’t last long, as the bus soon stopped.

Soone got on.

Weng Pinting.

She had already arrived so close to the disaster area, looking visibly fatigued but with eyes sharp and invigorated.

The inside of the bus fell silent.

Thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk—

The senior sister changed to flats, but each step still resounded loudly, to the point of sounding as if it wasn’t stepping inside the bus but directly in so people’s hearts.

She walked over to Bai Qinghua’s side and sat down effortlessly, explaining, “I have friends in hospitals, so I directly joined the local volunteer team delivering supplies from my hotown. In these two days, I’ve been helping with coordination and understanding the disaster area situation, which isn’t very optimistic… Oh, what’s up with you?”

Weng Pinting glanced at Bai Qinghua’s expression, then swept her gaze over Chonghui, Shi Qianqian, and Nan Zhubin’s faces.

No one answered her.

Teacher Yijin Jiao, buckled with the seatbelt and holding onto the chair, appeared exhausted from the jostle. The teacher beside him frowned slightly, like seeing sothing filthy.

However, others on the bus started greeting Weng Pinting, both distantly and closely.

“Pingting, you’re here, I heard you were back to Beidu lately?”

“Haven’t seen you for a while, you’ve beco prettier, huh?”

“Are you still going away after this? I’d love to have you over to train my company’s people…”

At this mont, Nan Zhubin suddenly understood why Teacher Yijin Jiao would speak about his group’s plan on such a bumpy bus.

He wanted to set the tone while the personnel was relatively gathered but yet to be fully assembled.

But now Chonghui’s holding him off.

Shi Qianqian pulled Weng Pinting’s arm and whispered sothing, and Weng Pinting’s eyes gradually narrowed.

But she chose not to react for now.

Subsequently, the bus beca completely silent as everyone instinctively began resting.

After about two more hours, the sound of helicopter blades suddenly filled the sky.

Everyone disembarked and got into a convoy of SUVs, bumping through splattering mud as they entered the disaster zone’s temporary command center—a camp converted from a school playground in higher terrain.

A person in charge imdiately ca out to greet, swiftly organizing everyone to settle their luggage then took everyone to promptly attend a briefing eting.

“Experts, we’ve been eagerly awaiting you! The situation here is… well, a bit chaotic!”

Nan Zhubin didn’t join in the chit-chat, but while traveling, he scanned the surroundings extensively, collecting information with sight reinforced by [Micro-expression Analysis] and several [Monthly Goal] rewards, like a precise cara:

A young ard police soldier, fresh from shift change, sat on a stone block, his hands trembling slightly, chanically repeating the action of opening and closing the water bottle cap;

An old lady grabbed a volunteer’s hand, talking repeatedly about flooded ho appliances and photos, her gaze lacking much panic, instead it carried a sense of numbness;

Several children huddled in the tent corners, not playing as they normally would but quietly observing the busy adults, their eyes showing a dread beyond their years…