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

Chapter 222 Suicide Crisis Intervention!

Nan Zhuren and Lin Lilin looked over at the same time.

Then Liu Pan's face appeared at the door.

"Teacher, Sister Xiaosui insists on finding Teacher Nan right now, it's urgent..."

As he said this, Liu Pan fully opened the door, revealing Wang Sui, who had been hidden behind him.

Only now did everyone notice the impetuous woman.

"I'm so sorry, Professor Lin and Teacher Nan."

Wang Sui apologized, but her eyes darted around curiously. The so-called "psychology research group office" still seemed mysterious to her.

However, she soon discovered that the furnishings were nothing special, so her gaze quickly settled on Nan Zhuren.

"Teacher Nan, I came here to ask you when I can get my money back?" Wang Sui craned her neck. "After all, our Alu has returned to Professor Lin's place, but he bought a lot of consultation sessions from you before."

She added, "And a deposit, if possible..."

Even Lin Lilin frowned at this moment.

After all, some of the topics he was discussing with Nan Zhuren were quite sensitive. What was the point of Liu Pan bringing an outsider over at this time?

They were discussing topics that even Lin Lilin found quite distasteful.

This situation left Huang Xin staring wide-eyed in disbelief. It was because of both Wang Sui and Liu Pan.

Liu Pan, however, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After Nan Zhuren taught Wang Sui some half-baked lie detection techniques, he didn't want to spend another moment with her.

Now that there's a reason to lure Wang Sui away, we should seize the opportunity.

Only Nan Zhuren remained calm, saying indifferently, "I don't know much about that either. The work of consultants and sales staff at our consulting center is completely separate. If you're in a hurry, I can ask around for you."

Nan Zhuren was telling the truth.

But Wang Sui clearly misunderstood: "Teacher Nan, there's no point in saying these things, is there? You counselors earn so much money, how come you're still bullying us patients and our families like this, fixated on this one piece of our money and refusing to budge..."

As she said this, Wang Sui stepped into the office and approached Nan Zhuren step by step.

Nan Zhuren also took the opportunity to see clearly what was behind her and Liu Pan.

He suddenly lost his composure and his eyes widened.

He was instantly pulled out of the scene before him; Lin Lilin, Wang Sui, Liu Pan, Huang Xin, and so on no longer mattered.

"wait wait wait……"

Nan Zhuren suddenly raised her voice: "Where's Li Minglu?!"

The voice was almost a reprimand, more like a roar, and Wang Sui, who had been pressing forward step by step, was so frightened that she froze on the spot.

"Ah, Ah Lu is resting in the consultation room..." she said haltingly, seemingly trying to regain her composure, "He's close to you, I'll tell you how to handle the refund issue with him..."

Nan Zhuren felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded behind him, and his hands and feet went cold at the same time.

His body reacted before he could think, shoving Wang Sui aside and rushing upstairs at top speed.

It was only at this moment that the other people in the office slowly realized what was going on.

Huang Xin glanced at Wang Sui, then at Liu Pan, his eyes widening in disbelief: "You left a client with depression alone in the consultation room?"

Liu Pan was pale and speechless for a moment before Huang Xin pushed him away, watching his senior brother run upstairs at lightning speed.

Lin Lilin swayed slightly, feeling as if a nightmare from yesterday was repeating itself.

He forced himself to mutter, "No way, it can't be that coincidental..."

But then, he suddenly heard panicked screams coming from downstairs.

There was no room for wishful thinking now; they knew they had to deal with the situation. "Liu Pan, call the security office for help! Some people go upstairs to prepare to assist, others go downstairs to disperse the onlookers and those shouting, quick!!"

……

The windows of the university administration building have all undergone special modifications, with special slots installed to prevent suicide accidents.

Especially since this consultation room was the site of an accident like Chen Jie's, safety measures are naturally not lacking.

When Nan Zhuren rushed in, he felt a moment of mental confusion, as if a surge of emotion was welling up inside him.

[Emotional readjustment]

His gaze quickly calmed down and subconsciously fell on the only place in the room where someone was.

window.

The sliding window, which is about one meter wide, can only be opened halfway; after the special slot design, it can only be opened one-third of the way.

There's less than 30 centimeters of width left for movement; it's barely enough to stick your head out when you're smoking.

But Li Minglu is different.

Because he had been suffering from depression for a long time, he had a poor appetite and was extremely thin. Even now, wearing a sweater, you can clearly see the outline of his bones under his clothes.

At the same time, his idea was too firm.

You can see that he moved the stool from the front desk to the windowsill, providing a step for his thin body. Then, his feet, legs, hands, arms, and head squeezed out little by little.

His body was covered in dust from the window frame grooves, and the rough, hard plastic and metal scraped large red marks on his exposed skin.

One of the lines ran across his forehead, as if it were bleeding.

None of this could stop him.

Li Minglu squeezed with all his might, but his expression remained calm.

There was no resoluteness, no sorrow, no despair, only a calm expression as if saying, "I woke up late today, I'll skip breakfast," "I'll try taking a different route after get off work," or "I'll drink an extra glass of water tonight," as if they were making an ordinary decision in their daily lives.

When Nan Zhuren saw Li Minglu, he was already perched on the window frame, with half of his body leaning out of the window.

Because his head was wider than his body, he was a little squeezed. But given his fearless attitude towards pain, he would be able to throw his body completely out of the room in a few seconds.

【Caught up! 】

Nan Zhuren showed no sign of relief.

He has just entered the room and is still two rooms diagonally away from Li Minglu, more than ten meters away.

If he rushes forward now and alerts Li Minglu, it will only strengthen the other party's suicidal intentions.

A person with depression who is not afraid of pain could definitely squeeze out of the window despite the pain of having most of their face torn off by the window frame.

Right now, it's an emergency – a suicide crisis intervention!

So what should we do first?
[Attract the attention of suicidal individuals!]

Although several thoughts raced through my mind, in the most rational state after the emotional readjustment, only a tiny bit of time had actually passed in the outside world.

Nan Zhuren made a decisive decision.

He maintained his sprinting speed, but deliberately lost his balance.

Then, he slammed hard against the door frame.

That really hurts!

He deliberately screamed loudly, "Ouch!"

(End of this chapter)