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

Chapter 469 Better to Have a Mentally Ill Person
Huh?
Nan Zhuren's words startled Mo Kai, then filled him with joy, but also frightened the others.

The assistant, surnamed Huang, was startled – “You heard that again?”

He then realized that he had been speaking too loudly without realizing it.

Nan Zhuren silently finished the food that Mo Kai had brought and rinsed her mouth.

With a "thump," I drifted off to sleep once again.

Sleeping and waking up, organizing case studies.

After Nan Zhuren had slept for more than half an hour during his last long sleep, he opened his eyes again, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

[Emotional readjustment] and the fatigue from work are all swept away by high-quality sleep.

The morning consultations were quite tiring.

When encountering clients with unconventional thinking, counselors cannot simply resort to verbal abuse.

Some visitors can be dealt with by confrontation, while others cannot; instead, a more humane approach is needed to coax them.

Otherwise, on the one hand, it may leave a bad impression on the client who has finished the consultation, and create a negative impression of the counselor or even "psychological counseling"; at the very least, it will leave a bad reputation for the counseling company, such as comments like "the counselor in a certain place is arrogant and you pay money but get scolded instead".

These are all things that Nan Zhuren wanted to avoid.

In more extreme cases, conflict may break out, leading to a situation where emergency plans need to be activated.

For Nan Zhuren, clients who don't have any deep-seated problems but require careful handling are not as easy to counsel as those who genuinely have psychological abnormalities or even mental illnesses and can be intervened with proper techniques.

Patting his face to clear his head, Nan Zhuren glanced at the afternoon's work schedule.

start.

……

14:32, the fifth consultation today.

The visitor was a man, between forty and fifty years old, with rough, sallow skin, a large belly, and wearing a short-sleeved shirt and long trousers.

After settling down on the two-seater sofa, the visitor took a deep breath, as if gathering some emotion.

"Teacher, I have two lovers."

While I appreciate that you, as an older visitor, didn't question my age, you didn't have to be so aggressive right from the start.

The visitor sighed deeply, as if lamenting, "My wife is a nurse and often works the night shift; as for me, I mostly work during the day, so we often can't see each other."

"Then after I got married, you know, teacher, life gradually became calm and the passion faded. It wasn't until I found my first lover that I felt that... passion for life again, that I felt that besides the daily grind and work, there were other things to look forward to... You understand, teacher?"

I don't really understand.

But Nan Zhuren maintained his smile.

"Then, I had a second lover."

The visitor pursed her lips: "But my child is starting to grow up and is at an age where they understand things, and I feel I should set a good example for them. So I'm thinking of cutting off all my outside relationships and focusing on my family..."

At this point, the visitor looked into Nan Zhuren's eyes and said, "These kinds of things can only be understood by talking to a male teacher. And you seem to have more experience in matters of the heart, right?"

I've said it so many times: don't add stereotypes about men so easily!

"How do you think I should explain things to those two lovers so that after we break up, they won't affect my wife and children?"

Nan Zhuren blinked.

……

15:30, the sixth consultation of the day.

Nan Zhuren rubbed his throbbing temples—[Emotional readjustment].

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

The visitor was a woman, around twenty years old, tall, wearing a tank top and a see-through shirt over it, and shorts.

After sitting down, the visitor stared at Nan Zhuren's face for a few seconds, then smoothed his hair. He said haltingly, "Uh... teacher, when I was little, my family wasn't well-off, and my dad initially didn't want me to go to school."

"When I got into university, my dad... he even considered confiscating my ID card. Then, he wanted me to work in one of those local factories that paid 3,000 yuan a month. He would control my salary every month until I got married..."

The visitor spoke haltingly, as if some turbulent emotions were stirring within him, disrupting his thoughts.

Nan Zhuren adjusted her facial expression at the right time, revealing the professional expression she would show when listening to a sad story, providing support to the visitor beyond words.

Then the visitor said, "During my freshman year, I always worked part-time to save up for tuition and living expenses. But last summer, I, um... suddenly had the opportunity to earn a sum of money... quickly."

Ok?
Nan Zhuren's expression froze for a moment.

"Yeah, I met a... big brother."

The visitor stretched out a hand, revealing five long, well-defined fingers: "Two months, I earned... fifty."

"At eighteen, I've saved so much money. I think I'm pretty amazing, right?"

Nan Zhuren suppressed his professional expression as he listened to a sad story, put his index finger to his lips, and listened intently.

"After that incident, I found myself unable to focus on my normal work anymore. My mindset... I can't go back to that."

Nan Zhuren subconsciously entered a state of flow, so is this a question of life planning?

"I just want to ask the teacher, what should I do next?" the visitor said. "I dropped out of school to earn money, and now I'm planning to retake the college entrance exam. I feel that for a girl... it's better to have a degree. But I'm hesitant, because isn't a degree devalued these days?"

Nan Zhuren thought for a moment and said, "Let me confirm one thing first: are you sure you won't be doing that 'job' again?"

"I'm not sure," the visitor replied quickly. "I think... isn't studying also for the purpose of making money?"

"..."

“Then, teacher, you may have some misunderstandings.” The visitor’s speech suddenly quickened.

"That's right. We were in a normal romantic relationship before. I know he doesn't have a wife; although he doesn't intend to marry me, I don't intend to marry him either, I know that."

"Exactly, I think there is a 'good looks dividend' in this era, right? So why can't we use this 'good looks dividend' to leverage greater wealth?"

The visitor stared at Nan Zhuren's face, a subtle glint in his eyes.

Nan Zhuren's smile faded.

……

16:40, the seventh consultation of the day.

Under normal circumstances, this should be considered the last game.

Nan Zhuren closed his eyes, trying to adjust his mindset.

[Emotional readjustment]

Before he could react, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

Then, a couple suddenly burst in.

Around fifty years old.

Mo Kai appeared to be trying to stop them from outside the door, but failed.

They did not appear to be visitors.

Before Nan Zhuren could gather all the information, the husband in the couple cried out, "Teacher, my child is outside! You must save him!"

Nan Zhuren blinked, maintaining her smile: "Sir, this is a psychological counseling center, I'm not a doctor. And, if it's not you providing the consultation, then..."

"No, teacher, doctors can't cure my child. Only a mental illness can heal a heart ailment. Only you can save him!"

Then I saw the wrinkles on the father's face gather together, and he stammered:
"My son, he, he, likes... men!"

Nan Zhuren blinked.

(End of this chapter)