Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 117 - 116 Can You Understand?

The student visitor only has mild depression.

However, when counseling her, Nan Zhubin couldn’t help but think of another case of his—Li Minglu.

Both are cases of depression.

But although they have the same nature of issues, Li Minglu’s condition was much more severe than that of this student, and the limitations in intervention were much greater, so much so that Nan Zhubin couldn’t solve it using the same methods.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhubin couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

On the other side, the teacher in charge of the center said nothing, only refocusing his attention on the data Nan Zhubin had passed over.

He repeatedly examined the judgment written there, as if trying to find a flower blooming on it.

Nan Zhubin added a sentence, "Furthermore, there needs to be some necessary exceptions to confidentiality, possibly establishing separate records."

As he said this, Nan Zhubin looked at Xia Tian, as this part was her job. It was also because of this that Nan Zhubin didn’t avoid Xia Tian when describing the counseling process, as the necessary information for the files would be known anyway, so there was no talking about confidentiality.

After saying these, the office area quieted down.

Nan Zhubin didn’t speak again, focusing intently on waiting for the response from the teacher responsible for the center.

Xia Tian said nothing either, she was intently watching Nan Zhubin’s profile.

...

In such a mutual silence, a pin drop could be heard in the atmosphere.

The teacher responsible for the center finally seemed to have sorted out his thoughts and figured something out.

He spoke slowly, with some difficulty, "Since it’s a matter of cognition, she’ll definitely need a few more counseling sessions—can you continue coming for them?"

Nan Zhubin nodded, "Of course. That’s also my purpose for being here today—to conduct counseling at the center in the future."

After the first sentence, the second one came much more smoothly. The teacher responsible for the center continued, "Will the future counseling sessions also take place at the school?"

Nan Zhubin nodded again, "If the counseling center is still configured like I remember it, then doing the counseling at the school will suffice, there’s no need to transfer it elsewhere."

Good, good...

The teacher responsible for the center pursed his lips, saying again, "I still have several files here, and the students in them now seem to have deep-seated issues. Can you... also take a look?"

Nan Zhubin nodded. This was a good thing for him, although he didn’t feel joyful about it.

"Of course."

"...then I’ll trouble you."

Once these five words exited his mouth, the teacher responsible for the center seemed to unload some heavy burden off his shoulders, finally relaxing.

He looked at the files before him, seeing the image of Nan Zhubin from a year ago; the Nan Zhubin he thought only existed in memories, the Nan Zhubin he could only see the back of, and the Nan Zhubin he thought he’d never see again.

It seemed nothing had changed.

He finally wasn’t facing away but turned to face Nan Zhubin directly.

He sincerely said, "I know you’re working outside now, it must not be very convenient to commute back and forth. If you need any help, feel free to..."

"I do have one thing I need your help with."

"...feel free to come to me whenever... uh, what?"

The teacher responsible for the center blinked, seriously scrutinizing Nan Zhubin.

He suddenly felt that this person before him had indeed changed a lot since they last met.

...

When Nan Zhubin met with the teacher responsible for the center, he sensed hostility from the other person.

But this hostility was different from that from Bald Yang and Huang Xin, not the kind that intended harm.

It was a kind of defensiveness.

Nan Zhubin couldn’t help but recall what the other person had said to him previously.

"So how do you handle it? A few ambiguous counseling sessions, then you transfer them to your external counseling center, charging the students consultation fees, right? I know your objective, and I know your tricks!"

Looking at the teacher responsible for the center now, Nan Zhubin said softly, "When I just arrived, did you have some hostility towards me?"

The teacher responsible for the center’s face, which had only just relaxed, became tense again.

Isn’t it a bit impolite to be so direct in adult social interactions? And haven’t I already taken a step back voluntarily? Do you want me to apologize?

"Indeed... if it matters to you, perhaps I misunderstood you, I apologize." And with that, the teacher responsible for the center truly apologized.

"Ah... no."

A bit of an unintended consequence.

Nan Zhubin steadied his mind and explained, "No, what I’m curious about is the reason for your misunderstanding of me—one part of your concern when you saw me should be the previous rumors, right? Because I had an incident, you worry that it might happen again at the counseling center."

The teacher responsible for the center was a bit nervous, "Well, Nan Zhubin, don’t overthink, I..."

Nan Zhubin nodded, "Yes, I was right. It’s okay, even if that’s the case, it doesn’t bother me."

Why are you answering your own questions?

The teacher responsible for the center fell silent for a moment, then a colossal sense of guilt surged uncontrollably within him. The more someone says they aren’t bothered, the more deeply they truly care inside.

And Nan Zhubin’s current reaction matched some symptoms of certain psychological disorders.

He instinctively tried to comfort, "Listen, Nan Zhubin, such things are unavoidable, sometimes if it happens you can only say it’s unlucky, actually..."

"But I think your defensiveness towards me has more than one reason." Nan Zhubin interrupted.

"When I wanted to take up counseling, your first reaction was that I intended to refer the clients outside; when I indicated the clients needed long-term counseling, your first reaction was the same—so does this happen often, clients being transferred out?"

The teacher responsible for the center couldn’t keep up with Nan Zhubin’s pace.

One second he was immersed in overwhelming guilt, wanting to comfort the familiar person before him; the next second he was hit by the subsequent question, and his mind instinctively went blank for two seconds.

When people are overwhelmed with processing information and can’t speak, it’s often when their micro expressions are most abundant.

Nan Zhubin successfully conducted an interpretation.

"Right." Nan Zhubin nodded instinctively, "After I left, there were several cases of student clients being transferred from the school counseling center to outside, and you know about it."

Then he saw the completely bewildered expression on the face of the teacher responsible for the center and realized he had instinctively switched on Micro-expression Analysis.

It was a bit impolite.

He explained, "I learned some micro-expression analysis techniques while I was outside... you know, when beginners learn certain conversational skills or techniques, they unconsciously use them in life, a half-full bucket loves to make noise—you get it, right?"

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