Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 137 - 135: Efficacy of the Medicine [Before reading this Chapter, you may review - s 95-98 appropriately]

Chapter 137: Chapter 135: Efficacy of the Medicine [Before reading this Chapter, you may review Chapters 95-98 appropriately]

Nan Zhubin didn’t know what happened inside Weng Pinting’s office.

But he could tell that when Weng Pinting promised to "ask a friend," her expression was serious.

It wasn’t the kind of perfunctory attitude a superior might show to a subordinate.

At the same time, Nan Zhubin also believed that with Weng Pinting’s professional ethics, she wouldn’t ignore such a situation.

So, he just needed to wait for the result.

And now, Nan Zhubin had more important things to do.

Nan Zhubin entered the consultation room and sat on the single sofa, briefly tidying up his appearance.

After hearing two knocks at the door—

"Come in."

Hearing the greeting, Li Minglu opened the door and pulled a faint and stiff social smile at the corner of his mouth.

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"Long time no see." Nan Zhubin extended his right hand in a guiding gesture, saying, "Please sit down."

...

Nan Zhubin looked at Li Minglu.

A week had passed since the last consultation.

Li Minglu was a client referred from Lin Lulin’s psychological clinic, and many critical parts of the transfer documents were unclear. Nan Zhubin initially thought that a week of outside investigation would allow him to understand Li Minglu’s situation more thoroughly.

However, things didn’t go as planned. As it turned out, Nan Zhubin still had not garnered much substantial information that could be applied to the consultation.

Nan Zhubin was certain that Lin Lulin transferred Li Minglu with ill intent.

Yet, according to Nan Zhubin’s own assessment, Li Minglu’s condition, considering he was a "depression patient in the recovery phase," seemed fairly normal.

In any case, as a consultant, he had to proceed with the consultation.

[With the current situation, I can only rely on my solid consulting skills. Bring it on!]

Nan Zhubin pulled himself together, and his mind began to work at full speed.

"This is our second consultation." Despite having a thousand thoughts, Nan Zhubin maintained a very standard social smile on his face, "During the last session, we briefly discussed your past treatment and intervention history and conducted a [House Tree Person Drawing test] on you."

After the first consultation, it’s necessary to appropriately review the content of the previous session at the beginning of every subsequent consultation.

"Yes." Li Minglu nodded, making a recollective gesture in line with Nan Zhubin’s review.

"I need to apologize first. During the post-session data collation, we discovered some omissions which were not thoroughly inquired about during the last consultation." Nan Zhubin said, "For instance, your medication intervention history."

After the last consultation ended, when Nan Zhubin sensed issues regarding Li Minglu’s medication, he immediately asked Shen Bing to communicate with Li Minglu’s family members to obtain a medication list.

Unfortunately, it was clear that Nan Zhubin didn’t get what he wanted.

This was one of the reasons that led him to take a series of relatively risky actions afterward.

Li Minglu was unaware of Nan Zhubin’s inner thoughts and just apologized: "My wife mentioned it to me, but I’m really sorry Mr. Nan, I truly don’t remember what medications I’ve used before. The medications were changed several times, and the dosages varied; the clinic didn’t give us any invoices either... I’ve only kept a few medicine bottles, which I photographed and sent to your assistant."

One could say it’s not surprising; this should be a confidentiality measure of Liu Lin Psychological Clinic.

Nan Zhubin could only offer comfort: "It’s okay, this won’t significantly affect our consultation. Having it is best, but not having it isn’t a big deal, just some paperwork."

Right now, Nan Zhubin couldn’t outright say: There’s a problem with the medication from Liu Lin Psychological Clinic, but what you exhibit doesn’t seem problematic, which makes me a bit nervous—like that?

However, since the topic was brought up, Nan Zhubin continued to extend it: "Back then, after your medication, compared to when you hadn’t taken it, was there any perceptual difference?"

Li Minglu blinked, lowered his gaze, and began to recall.

"Before taking the medication, I felt very uncomfortable. Especially when drawing, all sorts of unrelated thoughts would pop up in my head, sometimes I’d cry, feel so bad I’d beat my chest or head, with the worst being the time I mentioned to you before—rolling on the ground in pain."

"After taking the medication..."

Li Minglu’s throat twitched a few times: "I felt nothing at all."

Nan Zhubin pondered for a moment and offered an [explanation]: "Numb?"

"Yes." Li Minglu found Nan Zhubin’s description very apt, "It’s literally ’numb’... I didn’t feel bad anymore but didn’t feel happy either. Although I felt miserable when painting, I’d still feel a sense of relief after finishing, and playing with my son and daughter used to make me happy."

"But after taking the medication, I felt nothing at all..."

Nan Zhubin nodded.

Antidepressants, in fact, are like an artificial circuit breaker for the human body’s emotional state.

Patients with depression, due to being trapped in a depressive mood persistently, are prone to resorting to self-harm or even suicide due to suffering.

They seem to plummet into a dark, bottomless abyss, continuously falling.

And the bottom of the abyss is "suicide."

Antidepressants work by modulating physiological indexes like hormones to kill the sensation of "pain" temporarily, preventing harm to patients.

However, these medications rampantly kill in the body—they not only eliminate "pain," but all emotions, including pain.

They suppress all the feelings within the body, akin to adding a dead tree halfway into the abyss to catch the falling patient, preventing further downfall—however, it cannot lift them upward either.

The purpose of the medication is merely to prevent the deterioration of the patient’s condition, and to prevent self-harm or suicide, that’s all.

From Nan Zhubin’s perspective, the goal of medication is, on one hand, to "freeze" the patient’s illness, giving the psychologist and the patient’s family a breather—the doctor uses this time to understand the patient’s condition, formulate an intervention plan, and lay the consulting groundwork; the family uses this time to accept reality and learn how to care for the patient.

Once prepared, they gradually "thaw" the patient, formally starting the intervention, attempting to pull the patient upward from the abyss of depression.

That’s one aspect.

On the other hand, the medication also inserts a "valve" into the patient’s body, so the patient doesn’t get overwhelmed by emotions at once; with gradual medication reduction, open the valve slowly, ultimately enabling the patient to independently adjust and manage emotions.

The premise is, rational medication usage.

Nan Zhubin further inquired: "So how did you stop the medication?"

Li Minglu pursed his lips.

"After taking the medication, I couldn’t draw or continue working, so I stopped it."

...Hmm?

"Just stopped?"

This answer was a bit beyond Nan Zhubin’s anticipation.

"Yes." Li Minglu nodded without sensing anything wrong, "Initially, even without inspiration, I could still draw some rigid pieces using certain routines; sometimes, I could even express the uncomfortable emotions in the drawings, and some buyers seemed to like such works..."

"After the medication, I couldn’t even create those routine-based drawings. Without drawing, I couldn’t support my family... so I stopped the medication."

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