Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

Huh?

Nan Zhubin's words made Mo Kai feel startled and then delighted, but also scared some other people.

The assistant with the surname Huang was suddenly shocked—Did you hear me again?

He just realized that his speaking voice unconsciously became too loud again.

Nan Zhubin quietly finished the meal Mo Kai brought and rinsed his mouth.

With a "thud," he fell into another dream.

Drifting between sleep and waking, organizing cases.

After Nan Zhubin's last long sleep, which took over half an hour, he opened his eyes again, feeling energized.

The fatigue from [Emotion Rebalancing] and work was completely wiped away by a high-quality sleep.

Morning consultations are quite taxing.

When encountering some visitors with unconventional thinking, a consultant can't just scold them even if they want to.

For some visitors, [Confrontation] can be used to deal with them, but for others, it won't work; instead, you have to appease them with [Humanism] methods.

Otherwise, on one hand, it might leave a bad impression on visitors who end the session, resulting in a negative image of the consultant and even "Psychological Consultation"; at worst, it could tarnish the reputation of the consulting firm, leading to comments such as "consultants in some places are arrogant and people pay money just to get scolded."

These are all things Nan Zhubin wants to avoid.

In more extreme cases, conflicts might erupt, leading to scenarios requiring emergency plans to be activated.

For Nan Zhubin, these visitors with no deep-rooted issues but needing careful handling are even less preferable compared to those with true [Psychological Abnormality] or even [psychological illnesses] that can be intervened with proper techniques; those consultations are easier.

He patted his face to make himself more alert and glanced at the afternoon schedule.

Time to start work.

...

14:32, the fifth consultation of the day.

Visitor, male, in his forties to fifties, has rough, yellowish skin, a big belly, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and long trousers.

After sitting down on the two-seater sofa, the visitor took a deep breath, seemingly brewing some emotion.

"Teacher, I have two lovers."

Though I appreciate that, as an older visitor, you don't question my age, you didn't need to jump right into such intense topics.

The visitor sighed deeply, as if lamenting, "My wife is a nurse and often works night shifts; whereas I work mostly during the day, so we rarely meet."

"And then after getting married, teacher you'd understand, right, life gradually became mundane, lost its passion. It wasn't until I found my first lover that I regained that… sense of passion in life, feeling like there's something to look forward to besides just daily necessities and work… Teacher, you understand this, right?"

I don't quite understand.

Yet Nan Zhubin maintained a smile.

"Then, I had a second lover."

The visitor bit his lip, "But my child is now growing up, reaching an age where they start to understand things, so I feel I should set a good example for my child. I've been thinking about whether to end those outside relationships and return to my family lately…"

Saying this, the visitor looked into Nan Zhubin's eyes: "This kind of thing, only with a male teacher would one find understanding. And teacher, you look like you've got quite a bit of experience in romantic matters too, right?"

I've said it many times, don't casually reinforce stereotypes about men!

"How do you think I should break it off with those two lovers, so they won't affect my wife and kids after it ends?"

Nan Zhubin blinked.

...

15:30, the sixth consultation of the day.

Nan Zhubin rubbed his aching temples—[Emotion Rebalancing].

With a "creak," the consultation room door was pushed open.

Visitor, female, about twenty years old, tall and slender, wearing a camisole top with a sheer shirt over it, and shorts below.

After sitting down, the visitor stared at Nan Zhubin's face for a few seconds, then smoothed her hair.

Haltingly she said, "Uh… Teacher, when I was young, my family wasn't well off. Then, in the beginning, my dad didn't want me to go to school."

"When I first got into college, my dad, my dad even thought about keeping my ID, uh, and sending me to a local factory where I'd earn three thousand a month to work. He would manage my salary every month until I got married…"

The visitor spoke disjointedly, as if some stirring emotions were disrupting her thoughts.

Nan Zhubin adjusted his expression in time, displaying a professional look for listen to the sad story, providing [Support] beyond words to the visitor.

Then the visitor said, "During my freshman year, I also always did work-study jobs, saving up for tuition and living expenses myself. But then last summer, I, um… suddenly had a chance to make… quick money."

Hmm?

Nan Zhubin's expression paused for a moment.

"That is, I met a… big brother."

The visitor held out a hand, revealing five long and distinct fingers: "Two months, made… fifty."

"At eighteen, saving up such an amount, I think I'm, um, quite impressive, right?"

Nan Zhubin restrained his professional expression for sad stories, his index finger pressed against his lips, listening intently.

"After that incident, I found myself unable to calmly engage in regular work again. My mindset… can't go back."

Nan Zhubin involuntarily entered a [Flow State], so is this a [Life Planning] issue?

"I just wanted to ask you, teacher, what should I do afterward," the visitor said, "That is, since I dropped out to earn money back then, I'm planning to retake the college entrance exam, because for girls I feel… having a degree seems better. But I am hesitating, after all, degrees are depreciating now, right?"

Nan Zhubin thought for a bit and said, "Let me confirm first, after this, are you sure not to return to your previous 'work'?"

"Not sure," the visitor replied quickly, "I think… isn't studying just to earn money too?"

"..."

"Then, teacher you might have some misunderstandings," the visitor's speech suddenly sped up.

"I had, at first, a normal dating relationship. I knew he had no wife; though he didn't plan to marry me either, I wasn't planning to marry him either, I know that."

"That is, I feel that in this era, there's a pretty privilege, right? So why can't we use the pretty privilege to leverage bigger wealth?"

The visitor stared at Nan Zhubin's face, eyes sparkling with a hidden glimmer.

Nan Zhubin toned down his smile.

...

16:40, the seventh consultation of the day.

In normal circumstances, this should be the last one.

With his eyes closed, Nan Zhubin tried adjusting his mindset.

[Emotion Rebalancing]

Before he could react, there was a sudden commotion outside.

Then, a couple suddenly burst in.

Around fifty years old.

Mo Kai outside seemed to try to stop them but failed.

They didn't seem like visitors.

Before Nan Zhubin could gather information, the husband in the couple shouted: "Teacher, my child is just outside, you must save him!"

Nan Zhubin blinked, maintaining a smile: "Sir, this is a Psychological Consultation, I am not a doctor. And if you are not doing a consultation, then please…"

"No, teacher, doctors can't cure my child, mental problems need mental treatments, only you can save him!"

He saw the wrinkles on the father's face squeeze together, stammering:

"My son, he, he likes… men!"

Nan Zhubin blinked.