Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 147 - 145 [Emotional Infection +1]

Until the consultation time reached the maximum duration—which was one hour.

Li Minglu still didn’t express his thoughts and feelings to Wang Sui.

Nan Zhubin had no choice but to call it off.

Yet, no one felt there was any issue.

Li Minglu, as the visitor, didn’t think there was a problem, and Wang Sui, as the family member, didn’t think there was a problem either.

—The former refused to make changes during this consultation, and the latter was accustomed to no changes after the consultation.

The consulting assistant Shen Bing, who later talked with both Li Minglu and Wang Sui, didn’t see any problem; nor did Lu Jia, who guided them out.

—Visitors and their families came quietly and left quietly, which was the daily norm in their work.

Nan Zhubin also didn’t think there was any problem...

"Mr. Nan, you don’t look too good."

Mr. Hu from the tea room was carrying a coffee out and bumped into Nan Zhubin, who just left the consultation room.

He shook his chin adorned with a nice beard: "Was this consultation tough?"

Though unfamiliar with Micro-expression Analysis, an experienced consultant like him could catch the clues immediately when it came to their field.

Because Mr. Hu previously reported extracurricular actions involving Nan Zhubin to Weng Pinting without his consent,

therefore Mr. Hu paid extra attention to Nan Zhubin now, possibly driven by a sense of guilt.

Mr. Hu thought for a moment, then handed over his coffee.

"I haven’t drunk it," he emphasized.

Nan Zhubin nodded as he accepted it, experiencing the spread of milk and bitterness over his taste buds, filling his mouth.

The sense of fatigue and other negative emotions were slightly relieved.

After thinking for a bit, Nan Zhubin corrected: "It wasn’t that it wasn’t easy, just that this consultation wasn’t too smooth."

Mr. Hu lowered his voice: "It’s the depression case transferred from your mentor, isn’t it?"

Nan Zhubin didn’t speak, simply took another sip of coffee.

Mr. Hu displayed a knowing look: "It looks like it is."

Nan Zhubin glanced sideways at Mr. Hu, still saying nothing.

Then he heard Mr. Hu lowering his voice again, slyly asking: "Is there... any problem with him?"

Nan Zhubin knew that by "problem," Mr. Hu meant whether Lin Lulin did anything to interfere with the consultation process.

However, Nan Zhubin shook his head: "No problem. That’s precisely why the consultation wasn’t too smooth."

Which meant the visitor himself was perfectly normal.

This left Mr. Hu not knowing how to care anymore, since it was a normal case, asking further might hit the secrecy policies.

Following routine, he could only say: "It’s normal for depression cases to go unsmoothly... Cases like this often take months or even years. Looking at it another way, isn’t that a good thing?"

From a business perspective it indeed is; financially better-off depression patients would certainly opt for long-term consultations.

Some cases could even extend their fees until a not-so-sturdy consultation center goes bankrupt.

But Nan Zhubin was clearly not comforted by Mr. Hu’s words.

Mr. Hu also realized his comfort didn’t reach Nan Zhubin.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, so Mr. Hu looked left and right before bidding farewell and leaving.

Nan Zhubin held his coffee and walked back to the office area, pondering before asking Shen Bing by his side:

"Any consultations scheduled recently?"

Nan Zhubin certainly knew the status of the visitors at hand and cared if any jumped the queue or were scheduled just during his recent consultation.

The assistant didn’t need to check the schedule, he just grimaced and raised his head: "No, there’s been no consultation these past two days."

Poor business meant no bonus.

Yet, Nan Zhubin didn’t mind and nodded: "I’m off to take a nap."

And without waiting for the assistant to respond, he flopped down on the desk and fell asleep.

...

His consciousness descended, entering the dream psychological counseling room.

The unsuccessful consultation did cause him some emotional disturbance.

But as a psychological consultant, over ninety percent of his professional time was destined to afflictions like these.

Nan Zhubin naturally dealt with these disturbances.

[Emotion Rebalancing]

In an instant, Nan Zhubin’s expression returned to calm, his once turbulent emotions also stabilized.

Though a slight sense of fatigue surged, as he was currently in a sleeping state, he was indeed recovering his spirit.

"An increase and decrease... does this count as exploiting a glitch?"

Nan Zhubin chuckled lightly.

Then he turned his attention to the script in front of him.

[Monthly Goal: Complete 10 hours of "Psychological Consultation" within a month (10/10), followed by 1 "Psychological Ability Training"]

[This month’s goal has been completed]

After finishing this consultation with Li Minglu, this month’s first [Monthly Goal] was officially achieved!

"I wonder what kind of ’Psychological Ability Training’ will be given this month."

Nan Zhubin rolled his wrists: "I hope it’s practical; no need for necessity, even extravagance would suffice; please don’t let it be any more [Charisma (Temperament)] type of trivial things."

Increasing charisma further would really interfere with work.

With such thoughts, Nan Zhubin pointed towards the light screen in front of him.

[You accepted [Psychological Ability Training]]

[Emotional Infection (Voice) +1]

Nan Zhubin’s eyes lit up suddenly.

Emotional Infection?

...

In the office area, Shen Bing and several assistants gathered, quietly discussing the psychological center’s recent status.

The topics ranged from the boss and the supervisor, to the receptionist Lu Jia and Nan Zhubin, to recently Mr. Hu and Nan Zhubin.

One shift, another shift, yet another.

Finally, all the gossip returned to the most practical issue.

"The company’s performance has been terrible lately," sighed one assistant.

"Teacher Zhang hasn’t had any new visitors this week, and one of the previous visitors didn’t renew," sighed another assistant.

"Speaking of which, you’re lucky, Ah Bing, Mr. Nan’s resources are very stable," the third assistant sighed, with a tone full of envy.

To fit in, Shen Bing joined in with a sigh but felt that he might not be well-suited to comment on this topic.

Saying "Mr. Nan’s performance isn’t great" definitely wouldn’t do.

Since, no matter how bad Nan Zhubin’s performance was, it was better than that of the consultants in front of him.

Sighing would seem pretentious and wouldn’t garner empathy; it might even lead to being ostracized.

Fortunately, having been in the industry for several years, he quickly came up with an idea.

"But even for Mr. Nan, this month’s performance is a lot worse compared to last month. By next month... I genuinely worry there’ll be no income."

This sentence immediately sparked agreement among the assistants, switching the angle to anew criticize the current situation of Yan Nuo Psychological Center, discussing each consultant’s change in resources over the past few months.

Shen Bing chimed in here and there, nodding with satisfaction internally.

[It was too easy, the topic was redirected instantly.]

[Psychology...maybe I could do consultations too someday, just as long as Mr. Nan is willing to guide me...]

After stirring the pot a bit, Shen Bing quietly withdrew under the guise of work.

Meanwhile, at his workstation, Nan Zhubin peered out from under the shadows.

Glanced towards Shen Bing’s direction.

Nodded to himself.

[A good subject for experimenting with "Emotional Infection"]

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