Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 704 - Capítulo 704: 620: Li Lingling's Next Phase

Capítulo 704: Chapter 620: Li Lingling’s Next Phase

Sleeping six hours at night, then finding a combined two-plus hours of sleep during work breaks during the day… this indeed sounds much more scientific.

It’s just that the work intensity is a bit high, and perhaps it can’t be sustained for long.

However, Weng Pinting suddenly said, “Is it possible that there’s just not enough work? If we keep giving him more tasks, maybe he’ll further shorten his six-hour night sleep, or even cancel it entirely, relying solely on breaks during work to restore energy, completely transforming into a ‘polyphasic sleep’…”

Bai Qinghua watched as the expression of his first apprentice gradually turned into horror.

However, Weng Pinting wasn’t really so kind of streetlight ornant; she made this conjecture purely from a research perspective.

Even if the aim is to explore Nan Zhubin’s physiological limits, it should be done in a strictly controlled laboratory environnt to manage all unrelated variables; this way, if anything goes wrong, the experint can be halted in ti, and interventions can be made.

Despite saying so, Weng Pinting’s eyes were already gleaming with interest.

Bai Qinghua and Chonghui didn’t dare speak for a mont, hurriedly organizing the data collected today, and quickly returned to their rooms to obediently sleep.

The next day, Chonghui’s information collection went smoothly, and he finished the interview with the last rescue team mber by spending a morning.

As he was eting Weng Pinting and the others at noon, Nan Zhubin also appeared.

It’s worth noting that in the past few days, Nan Zhubin had basically only appeared once in the morning and once at night, spending the rest of the ti either doing psychological interventions or on the way to them.

And the reason for Nan Zhubin’s current appearance was quite simple—

…

“Are you saying that Nan Zhubin from Bai Qinghua’s team has completed all the archive visits?”

Professor Ji looked at his student, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The student in charge of archive visits appeared ntally disturbed, as if their worldview had been heavily impacted.

“Do you know what you’re saying? According to the numbers you reported to a few days ago, if Nan Zhubin completed his archive visits now, it would an doing an average of ten interventions a day!”

Professor Ji looked at this outer disciple, whose na he couldn’t rember, wondering whether he had recruited so kind of rubbish, resulting in such an absurd report.

Even though Professor Ji was unfamiliar with psychological consultation, he understood what the number ‘ten psychological interventions’ implied. This wasn’t just unscientific, but completely implausible, yet the report was presented without discerning truth from falsehood?

However, the student’s response further surprised him: “He did it… He did ten interventions both days in a row, and yesterday he did twelve…”

“He not only completed his own work but also took so of ours… This morning I planned to do three, but after finishing the first, the leader in charge told there were no more visits…”

Huff—huff—

The sound of heavy breathing reached him as Professor Ji turned back to see a disciple with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

That fellow seed like they were triggered into rembering trauma, their entire deanor becoming strange and peculiar.

Nonetheless, Professor Ji had no extra mind to bother, and he quickly ford a guess, “Did that Nan Zhubin only perform simple psychological tests without engaging in interventions and psychological counseling?”

The student sent for archive visits didn’t speak, only silently handed over the eting records they had organized.

These consultants dispatched to perform archive visits would be gathered every evening by the responsible person for a brief summary eting—its content being a summary of their day’s work, including judgnts about intervention targets, specific intervention thods, and subsequent tracking suggestions.

Ever since several days ago, this student had been specifically instructed by Professor Ji to focus on Nan Zhubin. Therefore, the content of Nan Zhubin’s report had been almost verbatim noted down and compiled into electronic printouts overnight after each day’s return.

However, Professor Ji had not paid much attention to this matter, so they had not been reviewed sooner.

The student explained, “After last night’s eting, he perford two more interventions, and this morning he should have completed five more, which are not included in this report. Nevertheless… I’ve recorded all the rest, and every intervention he did… seed to be of very high quality.”

Without needing this student’s reminder, at this mont, Professor Ji took the electronic manuscript and watched with his brows furrowed deeply into a heavy “川” shape.

Teacher Yijin Jiao and the teacher with dark circles couldn’t resist sticking their heads over, glancing between the report and their ntor’s expression.

After a long while, Professor Ji finally forced out a few words with difficulty: “…What kind of people did Bai Qinghua recruit into the team? This—”

He suddenly rembered sothing: “—Xiao Jiao!”

“Here!” Teacher Yijin Jiao instinctively perked up at the ntor’s call.

“Did this Nan Zhubin take the graduate exam this year, and can we issue a transfer quota to invite him into our group?”

Teacher Yijin Jiao hesitated: “This… that… I did send it, but…”

“Forget it, after this project ends, we’ll reconsider; this is more important.” Professor Ji seed very confident, “Our school’s platform is much better than theirs!”

If it were yesterday, Teacher Yijin Jiao would still be indifferent towards Nan Zhubin, dismissing the other’s formidable prowess with a smile no matter how much the teacher with dark circles emphasized it—after all, it wasn’t Weng Pinting, so what’s there to fear?