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

Chapter 501 Complex Real-World Impacts

In some film and television works, we often see many experts, scholars, or people from all walks of life offering various opinions on a single issue.

Some scholars refute each other's opinions and suggestions, even standing on the opposite side of the protagonist and becoming villains; some experts offer suggestions that are completely contrary to the current issues, thus creating a ridiculous and humorous scene.

However, the advice given by these experts is indeed based on their own professional knowledge and is tailored to the current issues.

If negative effects occur, it only means that the expert's field is unable to provide the most suitable answer to this problem.

This is the situation that Nan Zhuren and Attorney Zhan are currently facing.

From Attorney Zhan's perspective, his proposal is reasonable; but for Nan Zhuren, there are many problems.

There is an additional premise here—Attorney Zhan was communicating with Nan Zhuren sincerely and openly.

Unfortunately, he didn't.

Even now, Attorney Zhan is still hiding some things from Nan Zhuren.

If it weren't for the fact that Attorney Zhan's position was indeed on the side of the victim, and that his relationship with Nan Zhuren was at most "different" rather than "at odds," thus making it difficult to strain their relationship.

At this moment, Nan Zhuren was about to launch into a barrage of interrogations based on his micro-expression analysis.

But—we don't need to give them too much face.

At this moment, after listening to Attorney Zhan's suggestion, Nan Zhuren tugged at the corners of his mouth and revealed a faint smile.

Seeing Nan Zhuren's smile, Attorney Zhan's lips also curled up. His body began to relax, thinking that things were starting to move in a positive direction.

“Your suggestion makes sense,” Nan Zhuren nodded. “But I refuse.”

"Haha, then... um?"

Attorney Zhan's smile froze on his face.

Nan Zhuren leisurely picked up the teacup in front of Attorney Zhan, poured out the tea, and looked as if she was about to get up and start tidying up the table—after all, Bai Qinghua had given her instructions before she left.

During this process, he said slowly, "You said before that after I saw through your lies, I didn't immediately kick you out, but continued to communicate with you. You thought this was because I wanted to cooperate with you—but quite the opposite."

"I've confirmed that I'm unlikely to cooperate with you, which is why I want to hear more about your plans so that I can be mentally prepared for whatever I do in the future."

The way those words implied a mocking tone made even Attorney Zhan, with his decades of professional experience, blush.

"And after our conversation, I'm even more certain that we won't have any cooperation. Because even now, you're still hiding another purpose; and that purpose is one that can only be achieved through us, or at least more easily, right?"

Nan Zhuren's eyes swept across the table, putting the items back in their places one by one; although there was no eye contact, Attorney Zhan inexplicably felt as if a pair of sharp eyes were fixed on his chest.

This stopped him from standing up and shouting.

"From a broader perspective, we're working towards the same goal. But barring any unforeseen circumstances, we won't have any further private communication or cooperation. If you want Nan Zhihao's commission and the evidence, you can talk to him about it later. As for now—"

Nan Zhuren pointed behind Attorney Zhan: "The door is over there."

The atmosphere in the office froze for a moment.

Attorney Zhan ultimately felt he was a decent person, and after his smile vanished, he glared fiercely at Nan Zhuren.

"boom!"

He slammed the door shut. Nan Zhuren didn't even look up, continuing to tidy his desk at a leisurely pace. After discovering that there was still more than half a cup of tea left in the teapot, he refilled his paper cup, gulped it down in one go, and then leaned back in Bai Qinghua's chair and let out a long sigh.

"This case really shows that all sorts of people are coming to us..."

Nan Zhuren was troubled, not for herself, but for Nan Zhihao.

The influence that a counselor can exert on a client through intervention and therapy in the consultation room is often less than the influence the client experiences in the real world.

Nan Zhihao, the visitor, has far too many problems in reality.

We've been through a lot in the past, a lot has happened now, and even more awaits us in the future.

Nan Zhuren sighed: "Unfortunately, that meeting at the court was an unexpected event, and I probably won't have any more real-life contact with Nan Zhihao after that."

As he was thinking this, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Slide out the screen saver, and there's a message from Xia Tian.

[Summer: Teacher Nan, the judge has reviewed the new draft you sent. The general direction is largely unchanged, but I've marked some details that need revision. Please take a look.]

[Summer: Also, the next lecture is scheduled for tomorrow, and we'll be using the same script. Same time as always~]

Nan Zhuren's lips curled up slightly, and he tapped the screen a few times with his fingers.

[Nan Zhuren: Received.]
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Nan Zhihao looked at his phone screen and pursed his lips.

His fingers rose and fell, but never landed on the screen, as if the thin tempered glass screen protector had been heated to a terrifying temperature, and any finger that touched it would be burned.

On the phone screen, a chat interface with the contact named "Consulting Assistant - Mo Kai" is displayed.

In the dialog box at the bottom, there was a piece of text that was only half-typed—

[Nan Zhihao: Teacher Xiao Mo, I need to prepare some materials due to some personal issues. I wonder if your company can provide me with invoices for the consultations I've had, as well as records of the time I went for each consultation? Also, I heard there are some files and transcripts related to the consultation issues, I wonder if...]

The text ends abruptly here.

The vertical line-shaped input cursor blinked, just like Nan Zhihao's anxiously beating heart at this moment.

Two days ago, he received a call from the court asking if he was undergoing long-term psychological counseling and if he could provide relevant materials.

He didn't feel much psychological burden about providing proof of consultation time; but—how about providing detailed psychological consultation content?

What will be provided? To what extent? How will the courts use it? What impact will it have?
Even though the person on the other end of the phone repeatedly assured him, Nan Zhihao still had doubts.

Not everyone can earn Nan Zhihao's trust like Teacher Nan Zhuren.

After staring blankly at the message input interface for a long time, Nan Zhihao finally saved the draft of the chat and then threw his phone aside.

"Let's put this aside for now," Nam Ji-ho said, clutching the hourglass pendant on his chest. "Let's finish today's work first..."

However, the next second, his phone vibrated.

Looking at the caller ID, Nan Zhihao frowned.

(End of this chapter)