Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

Chapter 101 Another high-level match!

Nan Zhuren pondered in his heart.

Is taking care of her husband, who suffers from depression, something she can be proud of or even boast about?

Based on the information obtained previously, Nan Zhuren cleverly posed another question:
“Taking care of your husband wholeheartedly, especially one who suffers from depression, sounds incredibly difficult. But how do you manage your regular work?”

Nan Zhuren observed carefully.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Wang Sui seemed to have a robot switch flipped, and her behavior and speech became somewhat rigid.

She began her long speech as if reciting lines she had practiced countless times.

"Hey, actually I didn't start taking care of him just now."

“I started taking care of my husband when I was in school. He’s the kind of art student who only knows how to draw, and he doesn’t know anything else besides drawing.”

“After graduation, I had many good job opportunities, but I didn’t accept any of them because I was worried about him.”

"He can't live without me either."

The smile on his face was almost mask-like, frozen; his speech was unusually clear and articulate; his arms were crossed in a defensive manner; and his muscles were tense and strained.

[Is that fixed gaze on me, waiting for my reaction?]

"So you are now—or have always been—a full-time housewife, taking care of your husband, right?"

"Correct."

The tension intensified, and it began to shift towards unease.

Nan Zhuren has obtained what he wanted, and this path has come to an end. He is now going to explore another path.

Before that, we need to make sure the person in front of us is in a good mood to talk.

So Nan Zhuren gave Wang Sui a hand and gave her what she wanted.

Nan Zhuren said, "Your husband is very lucky to have you by his side during such a difficult time. And you have also sacrificed a lot; it must have been very hard for you."

Upon hearing this, the smile that had been frozen on Wang Sui's face for a long time finally came to life, and she genuinely smiled upwards.

Then my body relaxed.

She leaned back and said, "You bet I'm exhausted every day."

Wang Sui spoke with disappointment, but laughed easily and comfortably, as if chatting with her best friend after dinner: "Hey, Teacher Nan, you're really amazing. I feel a lot less pressure after just chatting with you for a short while."

“Sometimes I really don’t understand. I take care of my husband in every way, and he can just enjoy art by painting. What’s there to be depressed about?”

"I think I'm the one who should be depressed. Why don't you take a look at me, Professor Nan?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

It was as if a great joke had been told, and Wang Sui couldn't help but start laughing.

She was covering her mouth and laughing, but it was a social laugh; her eyes were still observing my reaction.

Inconsistent emotional and behavioral responses indicate a performance.

She wants my approval and approval.

However, this time Nan Zhuren's professional ethics prevented him from agreeing with Wang Sui's words.

Even humanistic "positive concern" requires substance; at most, it can turn "small positives" into "big positives" or "interpret negative events in a positive light."

Creating something from nothing is really a challenge for psychological counselors.

However, Nan Zhuren has gathered almost all the information he needed, and most of the conjectures that can be verified have now been confirmed.

Just one more. "So, how is your current financial situation? I see from the information that you've been undergoing years of counseling, and your family's work pattern is very dependent on your husband..."

“It’s fine, I’ve arranged everything perfectly,” Wang Sui said confidently, interrupting Nan Zhuren.

Then she involuntarily tilted her chin up: "Teacher Nan, are you worried that we won't get counseling from you? Don't worry, it's all right here. I've looked into my husband's problem; depression is incurable, right? So, it doesn't matter where we get counseling, right?"

"And I think most artists have that kind of problem, regularly getting psychological counseling, just like we go to beauty salons for treatments from time to time, right? I can understand that, what he's doing should be called—mental maintenance!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

She laughed again.

She seems to really like to end long speeches with a joke.

Nan Zhuren put her index finger to her lips and gave a professional smile.

After saying a few more final words, the conversation can basically be concluded.

"In that case, I would like to briefly discuss with you the intervention and treatment plan for your husband."

"Yeah, tell me."

Wang Sui's smile was easily controlled, and in the blink of an eye, she adopted a serious listening posture.

“I reviewed your husband’s previous intervention plans and found a very effective therapy that hasn’t been used yet. If possible, I would like to use it in the future.”

"Go ahead and use it."

"I need your consent because this therapy is called—family therapy. I will need you to be in the consultation room and participate in the consultation when your husband is being consulted later."

Wang Sui looked surprised: "You're really going to give me psychological counseling?"

[Their facial expressions and body language showed some resistance.]

Nan Zhurenrang's professional smile deepened.

"In psychology, there is a theory called the 'ecosystem theory,' which roughly means that in people's lives, various living environments will affect people's development to varying degrees."

Nan Zhuren tried his best to explain professional psychology concepts in plain language. But even so, he still saw a hint of confusion in Wang Sui's eyes.

Although her eyes looked blank, Wang Sui's expression remained solemn, and she tried her best to appear as if she was learning and had understood.

"Of all the 'ecosystems,' the family environment has the most direct and significant impact on people. Therefore, if you, as a family member, can participate in subsequent counseling sessions, it will greatly benefit the counseling process."

Wang Sui blinked.

Then she became eager to try: "So it's not about giving me a consultation, it's about you and I giving my husband a consultation together?"

Nan Zhuren maintained her smile: "You can't say that, but it's true that only your husband was consulted."

"Sure! Shall we schedule a consultation later?"

"No, it depends on your husband's situation. This method is only used during a critical period of time."

The conversation ends here.

Nan Zhuren left the consultation room and replaced Shen Bing.

He walked back to the office area, sat down at his workstation, and buried himself in the ergonomic chair.

Then, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"—This is another high-level match."

(End of this chapter)