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Chapter 288 - 286 Psychological Assessment: Is It Really Anorexia?

Chapter 288: Chapter 286 Psychological Assessment: Is It Really Anorexia?

The student’s bedroom is very small.

A bed, a desk.

Beyond that, the remaining space can only accommodate four to five standing people at the same time.

It’s probably only two-thirds, or even half, of a standard psychological consultation room.

Considering the nature of this neighborhood and building, such cramped space is understandable.

On the bed in the room lies Nan Zhubin’s target student for this visit, his left wrist and right ankle wrapped in thick plaster splints and bandages, lying weakly on the bed.

Psychological assessment not only drains the assessors but also poses a significant burden to the assessed.

After Nan Zhubin and his team entered, the student’s gaze was immediately attracted to them.

"Mingchen." The parents came in after them.

Compared to when communicating with Chang Ming and the others, Ms. Li’s attitude had undergone a dramatic change.

"Today, there’s going to be a teacher to give you a... psychological assessment. These two teachers, one came specially from Beidu, and the other is a graduate of Jiang University."

Ms. Li emphasized, "Cooperate well with the teachers, just answer as the teachers ask, okay?"

"Got it, Mom." The student on the bed replied weakly.

Ms. Li placed the water she had poured for Nan Zhubin and his team on the table, which also shifted Nan Zhubin’s attention there.

On the desk, besides the typical books, pens, and materials of a high school student, there was also a meal tray.

Presumably, considering the student’s limited mobility at the moment, the parents took special care to bring meals into the room—such care was meticulous.

But Nan Zhubin was interested in the state of the tray: only a couple of bites of rice had been taken, the meat was almost untouched, about a third of the vegetables were eaten, and only the soup was more than half finished.

For a patient recovering from an injury affecting bones and muscles, this daily intake of food is clearly too little.

However, Ms. Li seemed unfazed by this, quickly tidying up the desk to make room for Nan Zhubin and his team, then additionally brought in two chairs.

[For assessments, one of the tall and short assessors might be standing?] Nan Zhubin suddenly thought.

After Ms. Li finished these tasks, she left the room and closed the door.

Chonghui sat at the back, took out a form, and prepared to write a verbatim transcript of the assessment between Nan Zhubin and the student, depicting the role of an assistant.

Nan Zhubin pulled another chair to the bedside and sat down.

Took a deep breath within, then said to the student on the bed, "Hello."

...

"Hello, teacher." The student responded.

He seemed very obedient.

Nan Zhubin took out his folder, glanced at it, and then said, "Li Mingchen—Student Li, right."

"I’ll briefly introduce myself, my surname is Nan, you can call me Mr. Nan. We are here today mainly to conduct a simple assessment of the accident you had some time ago and understand your current state."

"There’s no need to be nervous, you can think of it as a conversation. I’m sure you’ve had many similar conversations before."

Nan Zhubin smiled warmly.

While speaking, he was multitasking, also observing the student’s appearance and demeanor.

Even while lying down, Li Mingchen projected a tall impression visually, with a height conservatively estimated above 1.8 meters, and a large frame.

Wearing pajamas, from the exposed areas, it was evident he had prominent, well-defined collarbones, a clear jawline; but at the waist, there was a layer of fat stretching out his clothes. The lower part of his cheeks, and his calves also showed unusual swelling.

Examining the skin further, Nan Zhubin noticed large patches of dry, scaly skin, and heavy dark circles under his eyes.

Finally, he cast his eyes downward, and as expected, found horizontal ridges on the student’s fingernails, known as Beau’s lines.

And just then, Li Mingchen suddenly pulled the blanket over himself, covering his body.

"Sorry, teacher, I’m a bit cold, may I..."

Nan Zhubin considerately replied, "It’s okay, we should be the ones apologizing for disturbing your rest and recovery."

He moved forward to tuck in the blanket for the student with limited mobility, inevitably making contact with his skin—which was unsurprisingly cold.

"All set, teacher." Li Mingchen smiled at Nan Zhubin, "Thank you."

In that brief moment, Nan Zhubin had already gathered some of the information he needed.

He nodded at Li Mingchen, then looked back at the report in his hand.

Psychological assessment and psychological consultation processes are quite different.

Nan Zhubin first confirmed the information he had at hand with the student, "The information indicates you’re a sports student, undergoing physical training for the sports entrance exam this semester, correct?"

"Yes, teacher."

Nan Zhubin observed the student’s expression, "And about a month ago, you accidentally fell from the third floor."

The student inhaled, "Mm."

[Eyebrows slightly furrowed.]

[Upper eyelids raised, but lower eyelids not tense.]

[Blinking sped up a bit, about three times a second—now it’s slowed down.]

[Fingers rubbing the blanket, small comforting motion.]

[It’s [fear], but moderately, not to the extent of [panic].]

Nan Zhubin assessed Li Mingchen’s feelings about the fall accident.

He again made a gesture of checking the report, "The report shows we were lucky, you landed on the lawn, and the final diagnosis was a fracture in the right ankle, fractures in the left wrist and forearm."

In an intangible way, Nan Zhubin used "we" as a pronoun, attempting to subtly bridge their connection.

Upon hearing this, Li Mingchen echoed thankfully, "Yes... although I was hurt, this injury is much better than many other accidents. My ligaments are intact, only the left hand is fractured... the doctor said since I’m still young, with a good recovery I could basically heal, without greatly affecting my athletic performance."

[Tail of eyebrows drooped down.]

[Lip muscles relaxed, then smiled, jaw shifted forward.]

[Light sigh... no, it was a "sigh of relief."]

[Is it [fortunate]...? No, the emotion feels more uplifted...]

[Why does it seem more like [relief] than [fortunate]?]

Nan Zhubin slightly frowned internally.

"Can you tell me about what happened in more detail?"

"Sure, teacher." Li Mingchen straightened his expression.

He blinked rapidly, swallowed a few times, and put on a look of recollection.

"At that time, I remember it was during the lunchtime break, our classroom is on the third floor, I returned from the cafeteria bringing food for my deskmate."

"Perhaps it was because the training load the day before was too much, after climbing the stairs that day, I suddenly felt dizzy, and then leaned against the railing..."