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Chapter 29 made me want to vomit (please continue reading)
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Nan Zhuren pressed his throbbing temples and slowly walked out of the consultation room.

His face was pale, and he kept swallowing, as if he was enduring something.

Shen Bing approached expectantly: "Teacher Nan, how is this visitor? Can we follow up? Should we...?"

"Call the police."

Shen Bing was interrupted.

When he realized what Nan Zhuren had said, his face was filled with disbelief.

"Call the police," Nan Zhuren repeated with difficulty. "We've encountered a situation that falls under the 'classified exception' category."

The principle of confidentiality is a fundamental ethical principle for psychological counselors.

However, there are exceptions to the confidentiality rule.

—When a visitor is involved in suicidal thoughts, or exhibits behaviors or signs that harm others or endanger society, relevant personnel and authorities should be contacted promptly.

These are exceptions to the confidentiality clause.

Shen Bing's eyes widened in horror.

After saying this, Nan Zhuren finally couldn't hold back any longer, covered her mouth, and staggered into the bathroom.

Soon, hysterical sounds came from inside—

"vomit……"

"Ugh—ugh!"

Not far away, in the office of the consulting director.

Weng Pingting slowly withdrew her gaze.

For some reason, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The maximum consultation time is about four hours? After that, there will be obvious physical reactions, and vomiting will begin."

"But his mental state is still pretty good, and his thinking is still very clear. If we use level 5 as a benchmark, his physical energy consumption should be close to level 5, but his mental energy consumption seems to be only level 3. That's really strange..."

Weng Pingting tapped the table with her pen, making a crisp sound.

As a seasoned consultant, she needs to understand the limits of her team's abilities.

Nan Zhuren's reaction left Weng Pingting somewhat unsure of what to do.

She felt that Nan Zhuren seemed to have plenty of energy left, but also seemed to have been pushed to his limit.

This contradictory feeling was something she had rarely, or rather, never experienced before.

This piqued Weng Pingting's interest.

"Then let's fill his afternoons with consultations too!"

With a stroke of her pen, Weng Pingting changed the "2" in Nan Zhuren's afternoon itinerary to "4".

……

Inside the office area.

"Have you heard? That new guy's morning appointments are fully booked!"

"hiss--"

A collective gasp filled the air, and the temperature in the consultation office seemed to rise by an octave in an instant.

"Four consultations in one morning? No wonder I heard someone vomiting when I passed the restroom just now..."

"You're only throwing up now? I couldn't even finish my third consultation."

The counselor, who was speaking, wore thick glasses and looked shaken, as if some unpleasant memory had been triggered.

The logic that a counselor can earn more consultation fees by doing more consultations is correct.

But some money isn't that I don't want to earn it, it's that I don't have the ability to earn it.

The thick-glasses-wearing counselor almost triggered a stress response, swallowing hard as she struck up a conversation with her colleague:
"How's that new guy doing now?"

Not far away, Yang Xudao, who was bald, also pricked up his ears.

He couldn't get any information from Shen Bing at all, and he couldn't ask directly for fear of losing face, so he could only learn about his competitor from the gossip of his other colleagues.

The colleague currently speaking with the bespectacled consultant is also a consultant, dressed impeccably in a white shirt. But the white shirt, the thick glasses, and the bald Yang—all three are "senior" consultants in their thirties; regardless of their abilities, their energy is beginning to decline.

Therefore, when they watched Nan Zhuren's morning, when the number of inquiries was at its peak, they felt even more terrified, shocked, and outrageous.

"I threw up," the man in the white shirt said emotionally.

"Moreover, I heard that he received more than one visitor this morning. Shen Bing's expressions were quite interesting, sometimes he was laughing like a monkey, and sometimes he looked very nervous."

"How can he handle visitors in this situation? I reckon he won't be able to provide high-quality counseling for at least a day or two?" the thick-glasses man said with an air of authority.

Bald Yang, standing to the side, nodded in agreement.

The man in the white shirt suddenly chuckled, as if he had just thought of something.

"Do you think this new guy will continue doing consultations this afternoon? Will he have to look at documents or something when he comes back at noon?"

The man with thick glasses nearly jumped out of his chair upon hearing this: "How could that be? There's a limit to how young people can be! If he doesn't collapse into a deep sleep the moment he gets back, I'll change my surname to his!"

Bald Yang, who was standing next to him, almost jumped up from his workstation and nodded in agreement from the shadows.

“I also think that, given his current condition, he will either need to rest or he will only be able to offer perfunctory listening and counseling…”

As they were speaking, the office door opened.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Nan Zhuren, pale-faced, stepped in.

As a result, several faint gazes followed Nan Zhuren's footsteps.

Follow him through the corridor,
Follow him back to his workstation.
Finally, I watched him lie back, close his eyes, and fall asleep.

A collective sigh of relief immediately filled the office area.

The man in the white shirt and the man in the thick glasses exchanged glances: Sure enough, there are limits to how young you can be. Look at him, he's skipping lunch and going straight to sleep.

Nan Zhuren was unaware of, or rather, didn't care much about, what was happening outside.

His consciousness sank into his dream consultation.

【月度目标：1个月内完成“心理咨询”10小时（7/10），完成后进行1次“心理能力培训”】

Although a morning of consultations was exhausting, it also propelled his task progress to near completion.

And this is not the end.

……

Shen Bing hurriedly opened the office door, carrying two exquisite takeout containers in his hand.

His face showed a mixture of worry and excitement.

"Teacher Nan, Teacher Nan."

He gently shook Nan Zhuren.

After seeing that Nan Zhuren had regained consciousness, they placed the lunchbox in front of him.

"Our second visitor this morning also renewed their consultation package. So, we've handled two visitors this morning," Shen Bing said, unable to contain his excitement. "Our conversion rate is quite high right now!"

In the office area, the ears that had been drooping immediately perked up again.

Nan Zhuren nodded blankly, opened the lunchbox, and found stir-fried greens, braised pork, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, one meat dish, one vegetable dish, one half-meat dish, and rice as the main course.

It looks quite good.

Nan Zhuren recalled the consultations he had done that morning: "The second client was the one whose girlfriend wouldn't let him break up with her before she paid him back; the other client who was continuing the consultation was the one who had a relationship with her boyfriend's friend and was now being manipulated by him willingly?"

"That's a very good summary," Shen Bing nodded repeatedly.

"So, Professor Nan, we have four more consultations this afternoon, so keep up the good work!"

These words seemed to have triggered some strange switch, and the office area immediately erupted in a chorus of gasps for air conditioning.

I simply couldn't suppress it anymore.

Those eyes that had been reddened by the high conversion rate have all lost their light.

Nan Zhuren picked up the shiny, colorful lunchbox in front of him and ate it with a bitter taste.

(End of this chapter)