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Chapter 236 - 234 Teacher

Chapter 236: Chapter 234 Teacher

"Go with your thoughts." Doctor Chen’s voice was as firm as a nail hammered into steel, "Mr. Nan, what do you need me to provide for you?"

Nan Zhubin looked at Doctor Chen.

You could actually calm down first and think it over carefully.

Nan Zhubin originally wanted to say this to Doctor Chen.

But when he interpreted the expression on Doctor Chen’s face, he swallowed the words back.

Then, he began to think.

"As for the information about Chen Jie herself, I feel I’ve already learned a lot..." Nan Zhubin said softly, "I could even offer you some things you might not know."

"Out of respect for the family, I feel you need to be aware of these things."

As Nan Zhubin said this, he took out his phone and opened Chen Jie’s little-known Weibo account.

With a swipe of his finger, he scrolled to those almost diary-like personal updates.

"Secondly, I’ve run into some trouble and can’t get into Jiang University anymore." This was indeed an area where Nan Zhubin genuinely needed help, "The issue stems from the difference of opinion I just mentioned to you, so perhaps you could come up with a solution."

Doctor Chen nodded, "You can’t enter Jiang University anymore? Is it because of Xiaojie?"

"That’s not the problem. After Xiaojie... left, I’ve been paying attention to psychological consultation and psychiatry, and I’ve heard about the upcoming national supervision conference. Our hospital even organizes doctors to attend and listen in; I just didn’t sign up initially."

Nan Zhubin showed a knowing expression. The hospital uniformly organizing doctors to attend the national supervision conference seemed unrelated, but it was quite reasonable.

Setting aside the hospital’s psychiatric department for now.

Many hospitals also have a [psychology department]. However, these departments sometimes don’t appoint people with a background in psychology but instead choose doctors who can’t continue working on the front line to attend psychological consultation or psychiatry training. Once these doctors with a solid medical background acquire some psychological skills, they serve in the psychology department.

It’s somewhat of a semi-retirement.

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

This is also why some visitors to the hospital’s psychology department, beyond following protocols with scales and prescriptions, don’t receive other effective help.

Hence, it’s not difficult to understand why hospitals might organize participation in psychology academic conferences.

"If I sign up now, it’s still in time to get two conference passes." Doctor Chen said, "I used to be head doctor, for things like this just a word is enough."

Saying so, he took the phone handed over by Nan Zhubin.

Then, as he deciphered what was on it, his gaze gradually became unfocused.

And Nan Zhubin, in Doctor Chen’s words, caught a keyword—"’used to be’ head doctor."

In other words, not anymore?

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Nan Zhubin didn’t tell anyone about the meeting with Doctor Chen.

At least, Weng Pinting didn’t know.

At this moment, Weng Pinting stood at the airport exit, her slim long coat highlighting her tall figure, unintentionally attracting passing glances.

Compared to Nan Zhubin and the others, Weng Pinting, who was over thirty, showed some age.

But due to excellent maintenance and a knack for personal image, it was difficult for most to visually determine whether she was a young mature woman or a rare, mature-tempered, twenty-five or six-year-old beauty.

Very eye-catching.

Like Nan Zhubin, Weng Pinting was long accustomed to these gazes.

At the moment, she was focused on the crowd pouring from the arrival gate, holding up a reception sign.

On the sign, a name was written with a black marker—[Bai Qinghua].

Soon, Weng Pinting’s eyes lit up, and she displayed a girlish excitement, a state she hadn’t shown before Nan Zhubin, Hu Zhongming, or Howard.

"Teacher—here!"

In the crowd, a man who looked about forty turned his head at the sound, smiled, and walked over.

The men who had been watching Weng Pinting unconsciously shifted their gaze to the man being awaited by such a beauty, comparing themselves to him.

This man wasn’t tall, similar in height to Weng Pinting; his facial contours weren’t sharp, making him look rather ordinary.

Wearing a grey casual suit and a white shirt, with matching trousers and black leather shoes, the outfit seemed serious enough, but the top button of the shirt was undone, and the jacket was a bit loose, giving the whole person a mysteriously relaxed vibe.

Here’s a key point.

The sense of relaxation depends on the person: if it’s a laid-back young person, people might think he lacks discipline; if it’s a slovenly middle-aged person, even more so they’re scorned.

But if it’s a well-groomed middle-aged man with visibly branded clothes showing relaxation, then—

The surrounding men quietly withdrew their scrutinizing gaze and stopped sizing up Weng Pinting.

The relaxed middle-aged man walked with a slight stoop but took large strides, quickly reaching Weng Pinting.

"You really didn’t need to hold up a sign; you’re very recognizable in a crowd."

As he approached her, the middle-aged man named Bai Qinghua said with a smile.

Then he gave Weng Pinting a once-over, revealing a relieved smile, "Although you said things weren’t good on the phone, it seems at least you’re taking good care of yourself."

Weng Pinting smiled, naturally taking Bai Qinghua’s suitcase, and walked out while saying, "Where to next? Jiang University’s guesthouse?"

Bai Qinghua nodded.

"Not going to explore a bit?" Weng Pinting suggested differently.

"If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even want to come to this conference, let alone go out for fun." Bai Qinghua shook his head immediately, "It’s not like I haven’t been to Jiangdu, nothing much to see."

Weng Pinting said playfully, "Even if I invite you, you only come a day before the conference."

Bai Qinghua waved his hand, changing the subject, "Once your studio is established, perhaps I could take a look."

Saying this, he deliberately looked around as if searching for something.

Then he made an expression of finding nothing, "The young man you mentioned with special talent, didn’t he come?"

Weng Pinting rubbed her forehead in frustration, "Haven’t seen him for a few days. Didn’t I tell you on the phone, we had some differences in opinion..."

Bai Qinghua nodded, surprisingly appreciative, "If those opinions are from him, then indeed, he’s a young man with great ideas. What’s his name again—’Nan Zhubin’?"

Weng Pinting pulled the suitcase forward, "Once the conference is over tomorrow and everything settles, I’ll invite him to meet you..."

The consulting manager was walking when suddenly she heard her teacher chuckle lightly beside her.

"?"

Faced with her disciple’s puzzled expression, Bai Qinghua shook his head. Mixed within his neatly trimmed hair were a few white strands, clearly visible in view.

"Maybe I’ll see him at the conference tomorrow." Bai Qinghua smiled, "At that time, you must point him out to me."

Weng Pinting blinked, "How do you know?"

"Playing dumb with me, can’t you tell?" Bai Qinghua pointed at his disciple amusedly, "As per your account, this student is creative, capable, and has strong initiative. Such a person vanishing without a trace for days should make you nervous, not relieved, to prevent them from springing a big surprise on you."

"—I have ample experience in this area."

The middle-aged teacher looked at his disciple meaningfully, sighing, "After all, that’s how I came through initially."

Weng Pinting lowered her head, not daring to meet her teacher’s eyes for a moment.

After thinking, she said, "Should I go find him now?"

Bai Qinghua shook his head, "No, let him carry on."

"Being so insightful and capable, doing nothing wrong, why not let him do what he’s doing?"

"Consider it training. If he accomplishes it, everyone wins; if he doesn’t succeed, Pingting, then it’s your turn to bear the responsibility of a senior."

The teacher’s gaze was intense, causing Weng Pinting to lower her head momentarily.

She muttered softly, "Used to be so relaxed, why are you so keen on lecturing me now."

Bai Qinghua ignored the student’s complaints, continuing with a self-sufficient conclusion.

"If you also can’t do it—then there’s me."