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

Chapter 132 Stepping into a Trap Step by Step

The atmosphere in the consultation room was a little strange for a moment.

Teacher Zhang was recounting her romantic experiences, while Nan Zhuren listened attentively with a smile.

At first glance, it seemed as if the environment had returned to the familiar state of Nan Zhuren, as if he were now the counselor and Teacher Zhang had become the client.

Nan Zhuren understood that the consultant in front of him had gone a step further than just "passing the time" and had completely given up on intervention.

In the process, Nan Zhuren also collected what he wanted.

Through her own constructed narrative of the client, Nan Zhuren not only broke down the counselor's defenses and wore down the other party's desire to intervene, but most importantly, she established a baseline of the other party's micro-expressions.

By using the rhythm and tension of one's own narration, one can control the other party to alternate between telling the truth and lying.

Then, by using several opportunities in the narrative where "the client focuses on the counselor's opinions," you can disguise your behavior of keeping your eyes fixed on the other person's facial expression without it seeming abrupt.

Everything then proceeded smoothly.

Several times after I exaggerated my emotional experiences, he would say he "understood," but when he forced himself to think, the expression on his face was the prelude to him "lying."

When someone tries to guide my thinking by repeating my past statements, they are essentially recalling a real past to use in the following conversation, hence the expression on their face that says "tell the truth."

When actively showing concern, it's a mixture of genuine and feigned interest.

As for now...

Nan Zhuren used the baseline he had established to look at Teacher Zhang at this moment.

Teacher Zhang's account of her emotional life has come to an end.

"To this day, I still love her very much, and we are very happy."

【……lie.】

Nan Zhuren inwardly curled his lip.

If you don't do a good job of self-disclosure, then you really give up on intervention, talk nonsense and make up stories, and just spend time padding your time, right?

Should we use the lies he's telling now as leverage against him?
[Forget it, that's not powerful enough. Let's stick to the original plan.]

Before you can officially use micro-expressions to interrogate someone, you need a reason to keep them there so you can keep asking questions.

That's it.

……

“That’s wonderful.” Nan Zhuren responded positively to Teacher Zhang’s account of his personal love history. “I’ve always thought that I wish my love life could be as smooth and happy as yours.”

Teacher Zhang smiled slightly. Although what he said wasn't his own real experience, he was quite pleased that his fabricated story was so readily accepted and believed.

The counseling relationship has been further deepened, and we can now discuss some private issues.

"Actually, teacher, I've recently started to feel physically uncomfortable because of these girls."

"Not feeling well?" Teacher Zhang blinked.

“Yes.” Nan Zhuren made a worried expression. “The girl who rejected me this Christmas, I keep thinking about her lately. I didn’t mean to think about her, but sometimes her face just pops into my head.”

“Even when I walk down the street, I always feel that the girls whose figures and clothes are similar to hers are her.”

"I often have insomnia at night now, and then I feel dizzy, have chest tightness, and feel nauseous."

Nan Zhuren said in a low voice, "I took a psychological test before, and the results showed that I have moderate anxiety and moderate depression. This is what I am most worried about right now. I am afraid that this state will interfere with my daily life and work, and... my relationship with other girls."

At this point, things started to get a bit rambling. Nan Zhuren's behavior was completely different from the symptoms he described, not even in the same league. Teacher Zhang immediately expressed doubt: "Where did you take the psychological test?"

Nan Zhuren replied, "I found some test questions online myself, and I spent quite a bit of money to get the test results..."

reasonable.

"Later, I went to the school's psychological center for counseling, but I felt it didn't help much. Also, I felt that the school's teachers might not be very good at keeping things confidential, so I finally found your psychological clinic."

Nan Zhuren approached step by step, slowly drawing closer.

"The main thing is that I'm thinking that since this is a mental health clinic, could you prescribe some medication, the kind that works quickly?"

Nan Zhuren made a statement that perfectly reflects the understanding of someone with only a superficial understanding of psychological counseling: "I know that psychological counseling is actually better and more helpful, but it takes a long time. I've been feeling really bad lately, and I was thinking of taking medication to get through this worst period first, and then using psychological counseling to gradually adjust myself."

Pupils constrict, neck tilts forward, corners of mouth turn up.

Teacher Zhang immediately paid close attention to Nan Zhuren's account.

But his professional habits made him restrain himself somewhat.

"Is medication combined with counseling...?" Teacher Zhang deliberately made a thinking expression. "For you right now, the process is a bit too fast. Generally speaking, it's better and healthier to just go through counseling alone."

Nan Zhuren added fuel to the fire: "I just wanted to get things done quickly, which is why I booked an appointment at a 'clinic' instead of a 'consultation center'."

"To be honest, I feel much better after talking with you, teacher. This is something I haven't felt at school. But I'm worried that I'll feel unwell again after I leave... It's not that I don't trust you, teacher, but compared to these ideas and such, I always feel that the effectiveness of medication is more... tangible."

This statement also aligns with the understanding of people who have only a superficial understanding of psychological counseling.
Teacher Zhang thought for a moment: "The use of medication must be under strict supervision. I don't recommend you act so impulsively..."

"Then, teacher, why don't you be my supervisor?" Nan Zhuren said matter-of-factly. "Besides, medication treatment needs to be combined with counseling, right?"

"Please, teacher, I just want to feel a little better." Nan Zhuren said as if she were about to drown. "And after listening to your sharing, I really hope that my emotional life can become like yours. I really need your guidance."

Now that things had come to this point, Teacher Zhang felt that the time was right.

Then, he did something that surprised Nan Zhuren.

He flipped open the folder in his hand, pulled out what looked like a prescription, and began to scribble on it: "According to what you just said, you have tendencies toward depression and anxiety? Depression medication can't be prescribed casually, but I might give you a few to relieve anxiety, and something to help you get a good night's sleep..."

brush brush --

Nan Zhuren blinked and watched as the other person quickly wrote down several rows of medicine names.

Then, with a "rip," it was torn off and handed to Nan Zhuren.

"Take this form to the front desk in a bit, and she'll take you to our pharmacy—what's wrong?"

……

Nan Zhuren slowly and steadily took the prescription, glanced at it, and saw Teacher Zhang's signature in the lower right corner.

Nan Zhuren glanced at the names of the medications again. He wasn't a psychiatrist and didn't know much about drugs, but since he had decided to fake depression and anxiety before coming, he must have done his homework and knew which medications could be used as pharmacological interventions.

And there are quite a few on this list.

They are all prescription drugs.

Nan Zhuren held the prescription in his left hand and pressed something in his pocket with his right.

It became.

(End of this chapter)