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

Chapter 512 Second Stage
Press the button for the corresponding floor.

As Nan Zhihao watched the elevator doors slowly close, he pulled down his baseball cap, adjusted his mask, and lowered his head somewhat uneasily.

Beside him, a middle-aged woman, probably in her forties, wearing a dark blue overall outfit, looked at him curiously, seemingly wondering why this young man was so fully armed in such hot weather.

The older woman must be some kind of employee in this office building.

Beside her was a small cart, on which various boxes were stacked up to a height of a person, held together by an elastic rope, swaying precariously.

Two people, a small car, and a pile of goods made the already small space inside the elevator feel even more crowded.

Nan Zhihao originally wanted to wait until the elevator was empty before getting on, so that he would be less scrutinized by others.

But when he walked to the elevator door, the woman saw him and deliberately pressed the open button to prevent the elevator from closing, pretending to wait for him.

A kind person.

I always feel that refusing would be more troublesome to explain.

So he had no choice but to put himself in the somewhat awkward situation he was in.

"Ding--"

With a crisp announcement, the elevator paused, and Nan Zhihao was the first to arrive at the consultation center floor.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to escape the scrutinizing gaze of the older woman...

With a creak, the sudden stop of the elevator caused the goods on the cart, which were taller than a person, to shake even more violently. The loosely tied elastic ropes were no match for the height and weight of the boxes, and they began to tilt!

Seeing the top box wobbling precariously and about to break free and crash down on the old woman, Nan Zhihao dashed over without hesitation.

His actions almost preceded his thoughts.

With a loud crash, the young man used his shoulder to stop the small hill from collapsing.

The woman then seemed to wake up from a dream, exclaiming "Oh dear!" before rushing forward to right the box and hurriedly checking on Nan Zhihao's condition.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Nan Zhihao said, moving his shoulders little by little like a stiff puppet. Large beads of sweat kept dripping down his forehead, it was hard to tell whether it was from pain or heat.

This little incident wasted a lot of time; the elevator doors closed in the process and it started to climb upwards. The older woman anxiously tried to press the button to stop it, but Nan Zhihao waved her off.

"It's alright, Auntie. I'll help you move this cart out in a bit." Nan Zhihao pointed to the elevator door, indicating that the cart would definitely shake again when it went out. "You don't have any help here."

"Oh dear, I can't accept that, I can't accept that." The woman waved her hand, but also stopped what she was doing.

Perhaps she was genuinely embarrassed, because for the rest of the time she kept praising him, saying things like, "You're tall and handsome, and a good person," "Your skin looks great, I bet a lot of girls would like you," "I wish my child was like you," and "Is it comfortable wearing so much in this heat?" She never stopped.

Nan Zhihao stood stiffly with his head down, his neck tense and even trembling slightly.

After seeing the elderly woman out, Nan Zhihao silently pressed the floor button again and went straight to the consultation center, where he followed the receptionist's directions to today's consultation room.

"Knock knock knock," someone knocks on the door.

"Please come in."

Only after hearing the familiar voice and seeing the familiar smiling Nan Zhuren did Nan Zhihao's body relax.

He took off his hat and mask, and reached inside his sun-protective clothing to gently massage his shoulders, as if the pain there was only now erupting.

"It's been a long time, Professor Nan." The consultation could finally begin.

……

Hearing the greetings from the visitors before him.

Nan Zhuren nodded with a smile: "Long time no see."

Nan Zhihao rubbed his shoulders for a while, as if he had just remembered something: "Actually... we should have met a few days ago, right? Professor Nan, you came to our school to give a lecture. I was a staff member at the time, so you should have seen me, right?"

Since the visitor brought up this matter, Nan Zhuren definitely had to respond.

"Yes, it's really a coincidence. I rarely run into my clients outside the consultation room, let alone twice in a row."

Nan Zhuren laughed and said, "Once at the court and once at the school—but I didn't tell you, and you know why."

The visitor responded with a slight twitch of the corners of her mouth, it was unclear whether she was pleased that Nan Zhuren hadn't greeted her, or disappointed that Nan Zhuren was pretending not to know her.

But he quickly added, "Teacher, are we going to practice grounding techniques again today?"

Nan Zhuren shook his head and replied, "After the last consultation, our learning of this technology is basically over."

"And the life you've been telling me about has always been getting better and better. So now, we can try to move on to the next stage."

Communicating the consultation's phased goals with the client is an essential part of the consultation process.

Upon hearing this, the visitor took a deep breath, feeling both expectant and uneasy: "Okay, Professor Nan, how shall we begin?"

Nan Zhuren waved her hand to indicate that she shouldn't be nervous: "As before, let's start with a 'life review.' How have you felt about yourself in the week since the last consultation?"

The conclusion is an open-ended question, from which the visitor can answer in any way they wish.

The visitor clearly had a prepared answer in mind: "Yes, my condition is definitely getting better and better. After all, I've already participated in a group activity, as you saw, Professor Nan."

The visitor smiled, and Nan Zhuren smiled back, indicating that he was truly happy for him.

The visitor then said, "But... there were also bad things, or rather, things that I found... rather strange. To be honest, there were three."

Nan Zhuren concentrated.

The visitor has a prepared statement in mind and can talk about several things in one breath, but there is definitely a hierarchy of importance and urgency among them.

Some "things" may genuinely concern the client, which is why they discuss them with the therapist; other "things" may simply seem "interesting" or "a bit strange" to the client, serving as topics for conversation with the therapist.

The key point of this "visitor's reflection on life" stage is how to filter out useful information from less meaningful information.

Fortunately, Nan Zhuren was an expert in this field.

[Micro-expression analysis].

To outsiders, Nan Zhuren's gaze now appears gentle and full of encouragement.

But in reality, it had already locked onto every detail on Nan Zhihao's face.

"The first thing was that a lawyer contacted me," the visitor said, taking a deep breath.

(End of this chapter)