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Chapter 243 - 241 Smiling Depression

Chapter 243: Chapter 241 Smiling Depression

Looking at Nan Zhubin’s behavior on stage.

Bai Qinghua tilted his head slightly and smiled to his apprentice beside him: "Is this the student you’ve told me about? Looks like he’s been up all night working on the PPT for the past few days?"

Weng Pinting pinched her brow and sighed.

She naturally knew her teacher was joking at this moment.

Her sigh wasn’t due to the teacher’s jest, but because of the current situation.

Nan Zhubin seemed to have made a rather grand and eye-catching entrance.

But in fact, Nan Zhubin now looked like an acrobat walking on a giant wooden ball, ready to tumble at any moment.

Because at this moment, the whispering from the audience included more than just Bai Qinghua.

"This Nan Zhubin... wasn’t he expelled?" This was the president asking the dean of the Psychology College.

"This case study share wasn’t filed, and Old Lin didn’t discuss it with me beforehand." This was one of the conference organizers.

"The face of that Professor Lin who was just carried away seemed a bit off..." This was a psychiatrist with a medical background.

"Interesting... seems like something big is about to happen." This wasn’t said aloud, but it was the sentiment of those enjoying the drama.

Perhaps the students in the back row, or the clueless crowd, could be deceived by Nan Zhubin’s confident and assured demeanor.

But those professors and leaders in the front row—especially those in psychology—weren’t beginners in life.

To put it another way, given their rich experience, they surely faced similar situations in the past of "disciples from the same line dealing each other low blows in serious conferences."

Yet it was because of their rich experience that, at this moment, no one uttered a clear-cut, decisive remark like "get him down" or "let him continue."

Everyone was whispering, sharing their analyses.

Weng Pinting glanced around, noticing only the president, dean of the Psychology College, and conference organizer were anxious on site.

What about the other professors?

——Actually, they were quite amused.

Although everyone had noticed something amiss, most held an attitude of "preventing accidents to ensure the conference runs smoothly is fine, but let the kid continue a bit and see what happens."

This made things rather delicate.

Because the conference gathered esteemed scholars nationwide, and those like the President of Jiang University who could stop things weren’t the highest in social standing here.

In other words, if someone here suggested "let Nan Zhubin continue," and it gained consensus, Nan Zhubin could obtain temporary "fairness" to continue the report.

It’s even possible to drag Lin Lulin onto stage for impromptu micro-expression interrogation, forcing cooperation.

Even those like the president and dean in their home turf couldn’t suppress this easily.

So was there anyone willing to speak up?

Weng Pinting sighed.

She looked at the president and others; to take action would require timing it just before the president and others spoke, to support Nan Zhubin.

This was needed to confine actions publicly as being "curious about Nan Zhubin’s report," rather than "firmly backing an unstable student from outside" or "defying the President of Jiang University’s dignity" — the latter being nearly impossible.

With a "whoosh" sound.

Sound effects seemed to appear in mid-air, as Weng Pinting’s gaze met Nan Zhubin’s eyes, their gaze converging from a distance.

Thus Weng Pinting couldn’t help but sigh—[You’re really owed one.]

But at this juncture.

Weng Pinting tilted her head: "...Teacher (softly)."

The voice, like that of buzzing insects, had its effect.

Amongst a group of whispering professors, Bai Qinghua showed a seemingly reasonable exploration and thirst for knowledge typical of a psychology researcher:

"In past conferences, didn’t seem to have seen ’failure cases’ sharing, right?"

"Pretty interesting."

As he spoke, he seemed to share avidly, whispering with the chairman and professors around him.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

...

On stage, Nan Zhubin noticed slight commotion in the first row, which soon quieted down.

Occasional glances of annoyance, but it was already trivial.

Nan Zhubin knew that ahead lay his stage.

"Firstly, prior to this report, a confidentiality statement: Any exhibition of visitor’s personal information in the material is solely for teaching purposes, and all shown information has obtained consent from visitors’ families. Apart from official equipment, please refrain from taking photos or recording. If necessary, please communicate with official personnel after the conference, and establish contact with me personally."

It was a slightly humorous touch, the audience cooperatively letting out laughters.

Sensitive consultants had slightly furrowed brows—why seek "visitor’s family consent," not "visitor’s consent?"

Could it be the person on stage is exceptionally amateur? Although with obvious consulting talent visible to the naked eye, mainly just that talent?

Nan Zhubin wasn’t disturbed by the audience’s expressions, or rather the curiosity behind those expressions was precisely what he sought—indicating they began contemplating the demonstrated case.

He lightly tapped the laser pen to turn the PPT page: "Depression (depression) also known as depressive disorder, is a psychological illness that significantly and persistently lowers a person’s mood; it’s a major type of psychological disorder."

"Depression physically harms memory, sleep, attention, etc., not only destroying personal life quality, but also causing emotional gaps in relationships, forming chain-like social trauma."

"More fatal is the constant presence of severe cognitive distortion in depression, causing individuals to lose instincts for survival and seeking help, leading to self-harm, even suicide. By last year, over 300 million people globally suffer varying degrees of depression, with nearly 800 thousand committing suicide annually."

Starting with the introductory topic in the materials. Everyone was aware of depression, hence it was summarized briefly.

Nan Zhubin tapped the laser pen, refreshing the background, displaying a crying black cheek image on a white background.

His pace remained at a normal reporting speed, with loud, clear voice.

Yet alongside his opening remarks, a heavy, even sorrowful atmosphere started gradually spreading.

Some were oblivious to it, while some who noticed felt puzzled about their seemingly improved empathy.

[Emotional Infection] activated.

Effects unconsciously occurred.

"And [smiling depression], is one of the rapidly rising special tendencies within depression. Through current horizontal case analysis, [smiling depression] is predominantly found among urban white-collars, service industry workers, and adolescent students, being a novel depression inclination."

As Nan Zhubin’s words concluded, his laser pen pointed again.

A red "smiling lips" animatedly entered the frame parallelly, covering the mouth area of the "crying black face" image.

Creating an awkward image of white background, black face, red smiling lips, yet paradoxically with tear drops.

"[Smiling depression] specifically manifests as ’smiling’ to conceal genuine inner feelings, being a typical symptom of an endogenous affective disorder, classified as a variant of atypical depression."