CHAPTER 410: CHAPTER 403: ONE LAST THING

In summary.

Li Minglu’s current intervention plan requires ample consideration of his real life, including his wife and children, extending beyond the realm of Psychological Consultation.

The complexity of these real factors far exceeds those of the cases handled by Nan Zhubin before.

Thus, it is necessary to hand it over to more experienced consultants with richer life experiences.

Weng Pinting nodded.

"Secondly, I discovered that under the interference of these real factors, Li Minglu’s issues definitely can’t be resolved in a matter of months, or even within this year," said Nan Zhubin helplessly.

He stayed in Jiangdu, postponing his trip to Beidu, to be able to complete Li Minglu’s case "from start to finish."

But Nan Zhubin has exams at the end of the year. In three months at the latest, he will enter an intensive review phase.

By then, he definitely won’t be able to manage Psychological Consultation, and Li Minglu’s case will eventually have to be handed over.

Take a step back, even if Nan Zhubin insists on holding onto Li Minglu’s case, it will inevitably lead to a reduction in the quality of consultation unknowingly.

This is what Nan Zhubin least wants to see.

Rather than scrambling when an inevitable handover occurs, it’s better to make detailed arrangements early and find a reliable consultant.

Gradually, it can also minimize the negative impact of transferring the case.

[Decision-making]is actually one of the important parts of psychology.

The current [approach-approach conflict event]—"the individual facing two or more goals and having to choose among them"—was one of the exam points Nan Zhubin memorized last night.

Nan Zhubin naturally knows the most appropriate way to respond.

Listening to Nan Zhubin’s clear articulation, Weng Pinting nodded with appreciation.

"It’s great that you can think so objectively and calmly."

After all, the impression Nan Zhubin left before was that he was too passionate about consultation.

Sometimes Weng Pinting even worried that Nan Zhubin might give up his graduate study for this case, and not even go to Beidu.

"I will personally take over this case now, and the cost will still be according to your original consultation fee!" said Weng Pinting, feeling pleased.

Nan Zhubin agreed to this, as Weng Pinting, being the supervisor, was very comprehensive in her understanding of Li Minglu’s situation, which could lessen many handover issues.

Consulting skills are even more impressive.

In fact, eliminating those messy external factors, in terms of the content within the consultation room alone, Weng Pinting can achieve much more than Nan Zhubin.

This enhancement in consultation quality is a good thing for Li Minglu.

And not bad for Nan Zhubin either—he also gets to test whether the case he handled and then transferred can still count towards [case archiving] once fully recovered.

If it counts.

The possibilities in the future would be many.

Weng Pinting appeared excited: "When do you plan to go to Beidu? I’ll give the teacher a call and let him arrange offline exam tutoring for you; some test-taking techniques should be practiced."

"Once you’re there, you can work at the teacher’s company, take a few visitors every month to earn some living expenses—your position will be there, and by the end of the year, you can use the job certificate to directly take the written test in Beidu."

"Don’t worry about food and accommodation, the teacher has vacant properties; if you help him look after them, he might even pay you a management fee; the company also provides box lunches, or you can use the teacher’s or Dahui’s meal card to eat at school if needed..."

The arrangement was indeed meticulous.

However.

Nan Zhubin blinked: "At least ten consultations a month, is that possible?"

The money issue wasn’t really important.

Weng Pinting choked back. The emotion of "child’s maturity" gradually faded, and she resumed looking at Nan Zhubin with the gaze of someone examining a problem child.

But Nan Zhubin knew, from Weng Pinting’s reaction, that she agreed.

"As for when to go to Beidu..." Nan Zhubin pondered, "I’m actually not entirely sure, maybe in two weeks, or maybe next month; it might even be as late as the month after."

Weng Pinting was taken aback: "Is there anything unresolved?"

Nan Zhubin nodded: "There’s something I’ve wanted to do several times but have never been able to, I think of it as a proper conclusion."

Weng Pinting tilted her head: "What is it?"

...

Beep, beep, beep, beep——

Special medication flowed out from the infusion bottle, dropping into the drip chamber drop by drop.

It’s like a countdown; most people can’t watch it for long before unwittingly getting irritated.

But for someone with nothing to do, this process of counting drips can actually be something to occupy oneself with.

Instead, it can bring peace of mind.

Lin Lulin, a former Jiang University professor, was doing just that.

His gaze was vacant.

The abrupt changes in life, the pain of the illness, the effects of medication, and various other factors, all together made him seem entirely numb.

He watched the medication drop into the drip chamber, then flow through the tube to the needle, feeling it enter his pierced vein.

It must be said, this could be considered a form of [mindfulness training].

Unfortunately, Lin Lulin felt nothing.

Neither his hands nor his feet—he felt nothing.

He lay on the hospital bed like a pile of flesh.

Soon, the bottle of medication ran dry.

Lin Lulin seemed to come back to his senses.

A robust caregiver wearing a white short-sleeve shirt walked in at that moment.

The caregiver silently turned Lin Lulin over, checked his basic condition, and confirmed there was nothing wrong before preparing to leave.

"I still have a bottle of medication,"

Lin Lulin suddenly spoke, causing the robust caregiver to pause.

"I haven’t hung my last bottle!" The patient was unusually insistent on this point.

The caregiver frowned, pulled out a file folder, and checked the records.

Then, with a teasing tone, said: "That’s all the medication for you today."

Lin Lulin’s expression suddenly turned frantic, as if he had lost something extremely valuable.

"But——"

The caregiver elongated the tone, and as expected, it made Lin Lulin’s expression change dramatically.

"You have a visitor today."

Within a short time, Lin Lulin’s face went through numerous transformations.

At this moment, there was almost a light shining from his eyes: "Is he coming? Is it today!"

In an instant, missing out on a bottle of infusion seemed inconsequential to Lin Lulin.

The caregiver did not respond further.

Lin Lulin grew inexplicably irritable, but since he couldn’t move, he had no choice but to shift his gaze to the clock on the wall.

He started counting the passing seconds, one by one.