Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 155 - 153 Psychological Consultant

The middle-aged woman in front of him grabbed her husband’s arm, trembling all over.

The middle-aged man raised his eyes, looking expressionless at Nan Zhubin.

"Are you pretending to be stupid, Mr. Nan?"

"Or are you saying you’ve already forgotten about our Xiao Jie so quickly?"

...

If one were to find a private setting for a conversation, no place would be more suitable than the consultation room.

Only now, Nan Zhubin didn’t face the visitors with the left side of his body as he usually did.

Instead, he pulled up a chair and sat opposite Chen Jie’s parents.

Inexplicably, it created a sense of unease similar to that of a real visitor.

[Emotion Rebalancing]

Nan Zhubin’s eyes suddenly calmed down. He scrutinized the other side, instinctively starting to gather micro expression information from their faces.

Compared to Chen Jie’s father, the expressions on Chen Jie’s mother’s face were less concealed.

Nan Zhubin looked over.

[Slight teeth clenching, lip pressing, neck skin tightening—nervous?]

[No, more serious—Fear.]

[Not daring to look at me, is it because the fear stems from me?]

[Because of re-exposure to traumatic stimuli, she starts reliving the traumatic experience—very similar to Chen Ting in the past.]

Chen Jie’s mother leaned her body towards Chen Jie’s father, with her hand, arm, or shoulder always resting somewhere on her husband.

It seemed only this way could she muster the courage to stay here and face Nan Zhubin.

[And severe regression as well.]

It’s obviously difficult to communicate with such an individual.

So Nan Zhubin turned his attention to Chen Jie’s father.

Compared to his wife, his reaction was completely different.

[Teeth clenching, corner of the eye twitching, extreme emotions but restrained.]

[Body leaning forward, aggressive. But both hands pressing on knees—still restrained.]

The man in front of him was like a balloon ready to explode at the slightest touch.

But compared to the other person next to him experiencing traumatic emotions, Nan Zhubin, as a consultant, still preferred to communicate with Chen Jie’s father.

So Nan Zhubin thought for a moment and turned to look at Chen Jie’s father.

"Mr. Chen... is it Mr. Lin who told you I was here?"

Nan Zhubin’s voice was deep and steady.

Even though Chen Jie’s father was obviously filled with overwhelming anger, he unexpectedly felt his rage-covered mind cool down a notch upon hearing Nan Zhubin’s voice.

Afterwards, he felt a wave of confusion from Nan Zhubin’s words.

The meaning between the consultant’s words seemed as if he didn’t recognize him at all.

This feeling rekindled the anger within Chen Jie’s father, which had just calmed down a bit.

"Is Mr. Lin pretending not to recognize us? Or has he forgotten about Xiao Jie so quickly?"

Instinctively, Nan Zhubin pressed a switch in his mind.

[Emotion Rebalancing]

Nan Zhubin paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "It seems that Mr. Lin indeed informed you."

He then asked, "Did you come today because of... Chen Jie’s matter?"

Chen Jie’s father’s face twitched.

The emotions that Nan Zhubin suppressed seemed to have shifted onto this father.

Chen Jie’s father pressed his hands more forcefully onto his knees, "No, Xiao Jie’s matter... has already happened."

His anger was something Nan Zhubin could see at a glance, yet his voice was unexpectedly calm, so calm that it was as if he was telling a story.

A story about someone else.

"Mr. Nan, you know I’m a doctor. Compared to you, I’ve seen far more separations by death—much more than even everyone in this building put together."

"I know what families should do after something like this happens—although it only dawned on me how heavy it actually feels when it happens to you, I know what to do."

Chen Jie’s father, or rather, Dr. Chen.

He murmured softly, seemingly trying to convince himself.

"So, I know the matter is in the past; I must move on, and you should too."

"I also know that Xiao Jie’s matter is not entirely your fault, young Mr. Nan."

When Dr. Chen said this, his whole mouth, entire face, and even the whole upper body seemed to exert effort.

As if without working this hard, he wouldn’t be able to say these words.

"In fact, you could also be considered a victim."

Not only was Dr. Chen exerting effort saying this, but even his wife listening beside him began to demonstrate effort upon hearing this.

Nan Zhubin was truly stunned this time.

His tone became a bit dry, "Is that so?"

Dr. Chen nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "What is past cannot be undone, and we should... look forward."

"At first, I didn’t dare to inquire about anything related to Xiao Jie, including you. It was only later that I learned you were expelled from the school with full blame."

"That’s not right, I know it’s not just your responsibility alone. I also hope that you can come out of it."

"But after Xiao Jie’s accident, I was depressed for a long time, and I never mustered the courage to come to you. You should understand, just seeing you is painful for me, and I believe you feel the same."

"I didn’t even have the energy to look into your whereabouts afterwards... until the day before yesterday!"

At this point, Dr. Chen’s face began to crumble layer by layer.

He began to clench his teeth more frequently, taking deep breaths, a sign that it was increasingly difficult to control himself.

Yet Nan Zhubin did not use his psychological skills this time, nor did he use his voice to interfere with Dr. Chen’s emotions.

His voice was parched, "You know I’m working here as a Psychological Consultant."

Dr. Chen took a deep breath.

"Consultant." Dr. Chen resisted these words, "Psychological Consultant."

"You’re still working as a Psychological Consultant."

Dr. Chen suddenly clenched his fist, gripping the fabric on his knee tightly, "I’m a doctor, but I couldn’t save my own daughter. Not just her mental illness, but also her injuries after she jumped, I had no way."

"I wanted to prevent the tragedy from affecting others. What I didn’t expect, Nan Zhubin, was that just one year after that incident... merely a year later!"

"You’ve resumed being a Psychological Consultant?!"

His speaking pace quickened as if he could no longer suppress his emotions.

"And you’ve forgotten both of us, pretending not to recognize us? How dare you!"

"When you sit in the Psychological Consultation room, do you think of Xiao Jie?"

"Do you wish to create a few more Xiao Jies by continuing your consultations?!"

Bang!

Dr. Chen punched the coffee table in front of him hard, the glass making a sound of unbearable strain.

Nan Zhubin felt his throat becoming increasingly dry.

He was just about to say something.

The next second, Dr. Chen suddenly leaped across the coffee table in front of him.

His arm turned into a black shadow, swiping towards Nan Zhubin!

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