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64: Chapter 64: Return to Jiang University 64: Chapter 64: Return to Jiang University “Wait a moment.”

Just as Nan Zhubin reached for the doorknob, a voice halted him—Weng Pinting’s shout from behind.

Turning around, Nan Zhubin was met with a face rich with meaning.

This time, Nan Zhubin couldn’t decipher the micro expressions on her face; he rarely saw such expressions on others’ faces and hadn’t yet established a baseline.

“There are indeed a few things regarding PTSD that you need to be aware of.”

Nan Zhubin expressed his eagerness to listen: “What are they?”

Weng Pinting’s expression gave Nan Zhubin a sense of being torn, as if she was struggling to find the right words.

“PTSD might display numbness or avoidance towards trauma-related information.

It’s like how you previously described Chen Ting; after generalization, she exhibits fear and anxiety towards carriers with attributes like ‘male’ and ‘school’.”

Weng Pinting continued: “But besides that, early-stage PTSD shows vigilance, agitation, and such emotions towards triggers.

Patients exhibit an extraordinary impulse towards anything associated with the stressor attributes.”

The development of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) involves multiple stages.

In the early stages, after initially encountering a traumatic event, the individual mobilizes all their psychological energy to combat the abnormal stress state, manifested outwardly as vigilance and agitation.

Only after repeated failures in confrontation does the individual enter a phase of energy depletion, leading to avoidance, fear, and eventually evolving into severe stress disorders.

Nan Zhubin pondered: “Although that’s true, Chen Ting actually experienced the traumatic event almost two years ago, long past the early stage.

This shouldn’t be a major consideration.”

“Besides,” Nan Zhubin joked, “if someone remains in the early phase after such a long period, how strong must their mind be?

They wouldn’t need a consultant, right?”

Weng Pinting shook her head, maintaining that meaningful expression.

“Every situation must be considered, otherwise…

problems will inevitably arise.”

Nan Zhubin felt that there was more to Weng Pinting’s words but couldn’t grasp it right away.

But agreeing seemed safe: “I’ll pay attention; there won’t be any problems.”

…

“Big trouble, Mr.

Nan, big trouble!”

Shen Bing covered his forehead in distress: “You’ve been reassigned to liaise with Jiang University, this task is truly thankless.”

Nan Zhubin looked at him puzzled: “Why do you say that?

What’s wrong with the task, it seems great to me.”

Shen Bing almost broke down: “Don’t joke around with your puns now, Mr.

Nan!

Liaising with enterprises and similar tasks are beyond our regular duties; at best you get praise for doing well, but mistakes mean criticism, and most importantly—no bonuses!”

Shen Bing looked as if the sky was falling: “We only earn bonuses through consulting!

Our projects here mean our home consultations are given to others, no consulting fees, and still having to do this thankless task…”

All a worker ever asks is not to do work that’s not theirs and to earn what they deserve, nothing more.

Nan Zhubin felt somewhat guilty, indeed this time he was a bit of a burden to his assistant.

So he pondered: “Why don’t I talk to Sister Pingting, and during this time, you assist someone else, like Old Yang?”

The previously dejected Shen Bing lifted his head in disbelief, looking at Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin quickly changed his tune: “Or you could think of it this way, once we’ve coordinated with Jiang University, the visitors they refer to the center will surely be prioritized to us.”

Shen Bing’s gaze was even more vacant: “You’re painting a story for yourself now.”

This young man was becoming quite impervious.

Just as Nan Zhubin was about to say more, someone came running from not far away.

A few days had passed, and Nan Zhubin and his group were standing at the gate of Jiang University, waiting for the teacher in charge of the project from Jiang University to welcome them.

Seeing an outsider approach, Shen Bing quickly managed his emotions, putting on a serious expression.

The person coming was an administrative teacher from the Jiang University Psychology College, appearing to be around 25 to 35 years old.

The reason for such a large age estimation is that once young people are entrenched in the flavors of a cadre, it’s difficult to judge their age based on appearance, hence the “25 to 35” with a ten-year variance; if there are additional clothing confusions, for instance, deliberately wearing an administrative jacket or ugly outfits, the estimated age range could even expand from 25 to 40 years.

This situation is particularly prevalent among counsellors, university administrative teachers, and middle school teachers working with teenagers.

“So young yet with an old soul,” Shen Bing muttered quietly behind, “It’s truly terrifying.”

Nan Zhubin glanced aside: “If you were given such a post, would you take it?”

Shen Bing’s eyes lit up, falling into a delightful dilemma immediately.

Nan Zhubin’s expression changed: “You actually want it, huh?”

Leaving his assistant fantasizing about acquiring such a post, Nan Zhubin turned to face the incoming teacher.

“Hello, Nan Zhubin.” The teacher greeted, “Long time no see.”

His attitude was natural, carrying a slight warmth, making Nan Zhubin feel he appeared 25 now.

In a psychological consultation collaboration project, naturally, the liaison would be someone from the Psychology College.

Nan Zhubin knew these administrative teachers from his postgraduate days.

Meanwhile, Nan Zhubin looked behind the 25-year-old teacher—two individuals showed seemingly friendly smiles.

Those were Small Eyes and Big Nose, Nan Zhubin’s former seniors.

Nan Zhubin smiled, concealing his expressions while greeting them.

Though Shen Bing is an assistant, technically speaking, Shen Bing has more social experience than Nan Zhubin, being older.

It’s Shen Bing’s first time at Jiang University, so it’s only natural that Nan Zhubin pushed him forward to start conversing with the 25-year-old teacher.

He himself lowered his head and began typing on his phone intently.

Behind Nan Zhubin, Small Eyes and Big Nose were also typing away, conveying messages unsuitable for vocalization in this setting.

Big Nose: “Brother, I’m a bit nervous.”

Small Eyes: “Don’t be nervous, there’s a teacher leading, we just need to keep watch.”

Big Nose: “Brother, how did the teacher respond to you the other day?”

Small Eyes: “The teacher is still abroad for a few more days.

We’re to keep an eye, not letting Nan Zhubin return to the research office, nor access any previous materials, especially documents.

Have him focus solely on this joint project, and nothing will go wrong.”

Small Eyes: “He really came back and became the leader!”

Big Nose: “Brother, why didn’t we catch his mistake last time?

Then he wouldn’t have been able to return!”

Small Eyes did not respond.

Suddenly, Nan Zhubin stopped typing, looking forward as if searching for something.

Then his eyes brightened.

A slender figure appeared ahead, a girl.

It was just past noon, the autumn sun was mild yet radiant.

At that moment, the girl walked into the sunlight as everyone looked over, giving an impression as if she was glowing.

As Nan Zhubin hurriedly approached to start a conversation with the girl, Big Nose felt a pang in his gums.

Big Nose: “Brother, do we need to keep an eye on this as well?”

Small Eyes made a hissing sound, as if he replied, but also as if he didn’t.