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

Chapter 238 Teacher
"Let's do it your way." Dr. Chen's voice was as firm as if nailed to steel. "Teacher Nan, what do you need me to provide?"

Nan Zhuren looked at Dr. Chen.

You can actually calm down and think it over carefully.

Nan Zhuren originally intended to say this to Dr. Chen.

But when he deciphered what Dr. Chen's facial expression meant, he swallowed his words back.

Then, I started to think.

"I think I know a lot about Chen Jie himself..." Nan Zhuren said softly, "I can even provide you with some things you might not know."

"Out of respect for the family members, I think you need to know these things."

As Nan Zhuren said this, he took out his phone and opened Chen Jie's private Weibo account, which was unknown to others.

With a swipe of my finger, I scrolled to my personal social media feed, which was almost like a diary.

"Secondly, I'm in some trouble now and can no longer get into Jiangda." This is where Nan Zhuren really needs help. "The reason is the disagreement I just mentioned, so perhaps you can come up with a solution."

Dr. Chen nodded: "Can't you get into Jiangda University? Is it because of Xiao Jie?"

“That’s not a problem. After Xiao Jie left, I started paying attention to psychological counseling and psychiatry. I’ve also heard about the national supervision conference in a few days. Our hospital even organized doctors to attend and observe the conference, but I didn’t sign up at first.”

Nan Zhuren showed an expression of expectation. The hospital's unified organization of doctors to attend the national supervision conference seemed like an unrelated matter, but it was actually quite reasonable.

Let's leave aside the hospital's psychiatric department for now.

Many hospitals also have a "psychology department." However, these departments are sometimes not staffed by doctors with a psychology background. Instead, doctors who are unable to continue working on the front lines are given training in psychological counseling or psychiatry. Once these doctors have a solid medical background and some psychological skills, they are then allowed to work in the psychology department.

It seems like he's taking a step back.

After all, in the hospital environment, "medical literacy" is sometimes more important than "psychological expertise".

This is why some visitors who go to the hospital's psychology department receive little to no effective help beyond completing questionnaires and receiving medication.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand why hospitals organize participation in academic conferences on psychology.

“I can still register now and get two conference badges,” Dr. Chen said. “I used to be a chief physician, so I can just make a call.”

As he spoke, he took the phone that Nan Zhuren handed him.

Then, as he read the contents of the document clearly, his gaze gradually became unfocused.

Nan Zhuren, however, caught the key phrase in Dr. Chen's words: "'Previously' he was also a chief physician."

In other words, it's not like that anymore?
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Nan Zhuren did not tell anyone about this meeting with Dr. Chen.

At least, Weng Pingting didn't know.

At this moment, Weng Pingting was standing at the airport exit. Her fitted long trench coat accentuated her tall figure, attracting glances from those around her, whether intentional or unintentional.

Compared to Nan Zhuren and the others, Weng Pingting, who was over thirty, was a bit older.

However, because she takes excellent care of herself and pays attention to her personal image, it is difficult for the average person to tell from visual appearance whether she is a young married woman or a rare, mature woman in her mid-twenties.

It's very eye-catching.

Like Nan Zhuren, Weng Pingting was already used to these gazes.

At that moment, she was intently watching the crowd pouring out of the arrival gate, holding up a welcome sign in her hand.

The sign had a name written on it in black marker: Bai Qinghua.

Soon, Weng Pingting's eyes lit up, displaying a girlish excitement that she had never shown in front of Nan Zhuren, Hu Zhongming, or Howard.

"Teacher—over here!"

In the crowd, a man who looked to be in his forties turned his head upon hearing the voice, smiled, and immediately walked over.

The men who were originally looking at Weng Pingting involuntarily turned their gazes to the man being waited for by the beautiful woman, and compared themselves to him.

The man was not tall, about the same height as Weng Pingting; his facial features were not very sharp, and he looked rather ordinary.

He was wearing a gray casual suit jacket, a white shirt, matching trousers, and black leather shoes. The outfit was quite formal, but the top button of his shirt wasn't fastened properly, and the jacket was somewhat loose, giving him an inexplicably relaxed look. This is a key point to emphasize.

A relaxed demeanor is subjective: if it's a carefree young person, people will perceive them as lacking discipline; if it's a slovenly middle-aged person, they will be met with disdain.

But if a middle-aged man with a polished appearance and recognizable brand-name clothing exudes a relaxed demeanor, then—

The men watching silently withdrew their scrutinizing gazes and stopped looking at Weng Pingting.

The relaxed middle-aged man walked with a slight hunchback, but he took large strides and quickly reached Weng Pingting.

"Actually, you don't need to hold up a sign at all; you're very easy to spot in a crowd."

After approaching Weng Pingting, the middle-aged man named Bai Qinghua smiled and spoke his first words.

He then looked Weng Pingting up and down, and smiled with relief: "Although you said the situation on the phone was not good, it seems that at least you are taking good care of yourself."

Weng Pingting smiled and naturally took the suitcase from Bai Qinghua's back, saying as she walked out, "Where to next? The guesthouse at Jiang University?"

Bai Qinghua nodded.

"Why don't we go for a walk around?" Weng Pingting suggested a different idea.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even want to come to this meeting, let alone go out and have fun." Bai Qinghua quickly shook his head. "It's not like I haven't been to Jiangdu before, there's nothing to see here."

Weng Pingting said reproachfully, "Even if I call you, you only come today, the day before the meeting."

Bai Qinghua waved his hand, changing the subject: "When your studio is established, I might be able to go and take a look."

As he spoke, he deliberately looked around, as if searching for something.

He then feigned a disappointed expression: "That exceptionally talented young man you mentioned, didn't he come?"

Weng Pingting rubbed her forehead, looking troubled. "It's been a few days. Didn't I tell you on the phone before that he and I had some disagreements..."

Bai Qinghua nodded, his face full of admiration: "If those suggestions were given by him, then he is indeed a very insightful young man. What's his name again—'Nan Zhuren'?"

Weng Pingting pulled her suitcase forward: "After the meeting ends tomorrow and everything is settled, I'll call him over for you to see..."

The consulting manager was walking when she suddenly heard the teacher next to her chuckle softly.

"?"

Seeing his apprentice's puzzled expression, Bai Qinghua shook his head. A few strands of gray hair were clearly visible amidst his neatly trimmed hair.

"Not necessarily, I might see him at the meeting tomorrow," Bai Qinghua said with a smile. "Remember to point him out to me then."

Weng Pingting blinked: "How did you know?"

"You think you can't see through my act?" Bai Qinghua chuckled, pointing at his apprentice. "According to you, this student is very thoughtful, capable, and proactive. You shouldn't be relieved that someone like him has suddenly disappeared for several days without a word; instead, you should be on edge, worried that he might surprise you with a big commotion."

"I have a lot of experience in this area."

The middle-aged teacher looked at his apprentice meaningfully and sighed, "After all, that's how I got here."

Weng Pingting lowered her head, momentarily unable to look at her teacher.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Shall I go find him now?"

Bai Qinghua shook his head: "No, let him do it."

"He's so insightful and capable, and he's not doing anything wrong, so why not let him do it?"

"Consider it a learning experience. If he succeeds, all the better; if he fails, then Pingting, it will be your turn to take on the responsibilities of a senior."

The teacher's gaze was intense, causing Weng Pingting to lower her head for a moment.

She muttered to herself, "She used to be so lazy, why is she suddenly so eager to lecture me now?"

Bai Qinghua ignored the students' complaints and simply continued with the last sentence.

"If you can't do it either—then I'm here for you."

(End of this chapter)