nucmednet Chapter 397 5-star praise (7)
Chapter 397 5-star praise (7)
Xiao Huai carefully opened the list. The pages gave off a slight musty smell, but the handwriting was very clear.
He noticed that the first page of the list had a sentence written in neat handwriting:
"Students' mental health should always come first."
Every page of the roster is filled with detailed records, whether it is the student's basic situation or the details of his or her psychological state, all are written meticulously.
Just from the words, you can feel the psychologist's intentions.
For example, one student who was labeled as having severe depressive tendencies wrote in his consultation notes:
"Student XXX is depressed and shows a strong sense of powerlessness and self-denial. He has tried many times to express his inner pain, but has not received the understanding of his parents. Urgent intervention and treatment are needed, and communication with him should be carried out as much as possible."
Next to this text, there is a line of comments:
"Depression is a mental illness that requires scientific treatment, not just some pretentious response from parents. It's a misunderstanding of the disease to say it will heal without medication. Students' mental health is crucial and cannot be ignored."
When he turned to the next few pages, he saw some students' medical records, which were recorded in more detail.
The psychological state of each student was interviewed and analyzed in detail many times.
For example, a student diagnosed with anxiety disorder had his doctor record every mood swing and family situation in detail, and then wrote down his own suggestions at the end:
"Anxiety stems from parents' overly high expectations, which leads to low self-esteem. We recommend communicating with parents to help them understand their children's mental state and reduce the pressure on them."
However, on a certain page, he found a very striking passage:
"XXX has repeatedly sought help from his parents regarding mental health issues, but they dismissed him as being hypocritical and whining. The parents refused to allow him to receive psychological treatment, believing he would recover as long as he endured this period. They have attempted multiple interventions, but to no avail."
Turning the page further, there were several students' names circled in red, with the words "missing" or "isolated" written next to them.
On the last page of the record, a sentence was written in trembling handwriting:
"We can't destroy them..."
Xiao Huai continued to flip through the list when there was suddenly a slight knock on the door.
The voice interrupted his thoughts. He frowned slightly, closed the book, and carefully placed it back on the table.
He stood up and walked to the door. When he opened it, a girl who looked very quiet stood in front of him.
The girl was thin and wore simple clothes, with her hair hanging down on her shoulders. Her eyes showed a bit of timidity, but more of a sense of temptation and expectation.
"Excuse me, is this the psychological counseling room?" The girl's voice was a little soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
She looked up at Xiao Huai, a hint of doubt and uneasiness in her eyes, "I just saw you come in, so..."
Xiao Huai stared at her expression, nodded, and tried to make his voice sound gentle: "Yes, I'm a new psychologist. Is there anything I can help you with?"
The girl relaxed a little after hearing this. She clenched the notebook in her hand and whispered, "I...I want to consult...I've been feeling very uneasy lately, as if someone is always watching me."
When Xiao Huai heard the question, he raised his brows slightly.
"Can I come in and talk?" Xiao Huai stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation.
The girl hesitated for a moment and then walked into the office.
She looked around, noticing the shabby furniture and the dust in the office, and for a moment she didn't know where to sit.
Xiao Huai directly bought two new chairs from the system mall and placed them in the middle.
The girl pursed her lips and lowered her head, not daring to meet Xiao Huai's gaze. "Actually... I don't quite know what's wrong with me. I've been feeling very tired lately, and there seem to be a lot of voices in my head, talking non-stop, and I can't help but listen."
As she spoke, Xiao Huai noticed that her hands were trembling slightly. Obviously, the sound she made was not just a simple psychological suggestion.
"What are these voices saying?" Xiao Huai asked softly, his eyes gentle and tolerant.
"They were saying..." The girl paused, a hint of fear in her eyes, "They were saying 'escape'. They said this place is unsafe, that everyone here is being watched, and that..."
The girl frowned and added the last sentence.
"That we will all become less like ourselves."
Xiao Huai's heart moved slightly, but he remained calm on the surface.
He knew that something was wrong with this girl.
Her description of surveillance coincided with his own assumptions, but he couldn't show any surprise at this point.
"Have you told anyone else?" he continued in a gentle voice.
The girl shook her head, her voice a little hoarse: "No one believes me. I'm just a small telephone operator."
"It's okay. I trust you here, and I can talk to you slowly." Xiao Huai's voice was still soft. "You are here with me now, you don't have to worry about anything."
The girl hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
Xiao Huai sat in a chair, saying some routine psychological counseling words to ease emotions.
He didn't delve into her references to "voices" and "surveillance," but instead focused on putting her at ease.
The girl's expression gradually relaxed, and her originally tense face softened a little.
After an unknown amount of time, the girl's eyes became brighter and the gloom on her face dissipated a lot.
There was a hint of gratitude in her eyes as she looked at Xiao Huai: "Thank you, I feel much better."
Xiao Huai smiled slightly, stood up, walked to the door and opened it for her: "This is what I should do. If you have any other questions, you can always come to me."
The girl nodded, whispered "thank you", and walked out of the counseling room.
After a while, Xiao Huai's phone suddenly rang. He picked up the phone and took a look. A small pop-up window appeared on the screen.
The rating wizard window popped up, accompanied by a brisk prompt sound.
【You have received a new review, please check it. 】
Xiao Huai tapped the window lightly, thinking it would be a five-star review.
But the screen only showed the word "bad review".
He clicked on the details and the comment came into view: The psychologist is useless and there is no way he can make me feel better. I don’t think he understands me at all.
In just a few words, there was a sense of sarcasm and disappointment, as if it was a denial of his work, which was completely different from her performance on the scene.
However, there was no fluctuation in Xiao Huai's eyes. He did not continue to dwell on the bad review. Instead, he calmly put the phone back into his pocket.