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

Chapter 537 views this as a large-scale counseling intervention.
Upon hearing Chonghui's question, Nan Zhuren first turned to Nan Zhihao.

He said, "What I just said to Attorney Zhan wasn't just empty talk. Regarding your real-life problems, I can't offer any advice, because you're the one facing life and bearing the consequences. Unless—"

Nan Zhuren smiled and said, "We regard this courtroom as a large psychological counseling room; we regard this trial as a special psychological intervention process for you."

As mentioned before, having Nan Zhihao participate in the trial at this stage has a therapeutic effect on him.

If a positive outcome is achieved in court, it would be considered a landmark achievement in the healing process, potentially propelling Nan Zhihao's psychological intervention to the next stage.

Of course, this is all predicated on Nan Zhihao's presence. This is also why Nan Zhuren handled things so formally; without the visitor, the trial was simply a trial.

Now that we've shifted our perspective, when faced with the arrangement of a "consultation intervention plan," the counselor can naturally discuss it with the client and offer suggestions.

Perhaps noticing the young man's overly serious and tense expression, Nan Zhuren deliberately made a joke: "So, this court hearing will also be considered a consultation session, a service included in the package, and it's chargeable."

Nan Zhihao answered matter-of-factly, "Of course."

They clearly took it seriously; this child is easily teased.

Chonghui couldn't help but twitch his lips as he listened to Nan Zhuren's illogical and roundabout explanation.

Is this all acceptable?

He turned to look at his teacher, only to find that the psychology professor had started laughing at some point.

Nan Zhuren is already starting to make plans in a seemingly organized manner, and asked Nan Zhihao, "What are your plans for coming here today?"

Nan Zhihao's eyes were full of determination: "At the very least, submit the complete transcript of the dialogue as evidence!"

Nan Zhuren, however, said, "I don't recommend it."

“…Huh?” Nan Zhihao’s determination faltered.

Nan Zhuren explained, “We have had many consultations, and the complete transcripts of the conversations already contain too much private information. If submitted as evidence, not only can the presiding judge read them, but the defendant can also see them. That would be too risky, and exposing the entire transcript of the consultations would do more harm than good to your own healing process.”

The effect would be like throwing a slightly improved OCD sufferer into a garbage dump. Let alone patients, even a normal person couldn't stand it. What if their OCD improved only to develop a new condition?

Nan Zhuren said, "Besides, even if you wanted to submit it, it's too late now. Submitting evidence late requires a legitimate reason, and although our reason for being late is 'privacy protection,' it's not 'major privacy,' so even if we wanted to submit it now, it wouldn't affect this trial."

Chonghui, who was listening from the side, felt increasingly uneasy and couldn't help but ask, "How do you know so much about the court proceedings and these details?"

"Oh, is that so?" Nan Zhuren replied, "After all, this job will involve this kind of issue, so I did some research in advance, to know yourself and your enemy."

"Goodness," Chonghui thought to himself, impressed. He kept saying things like "That's all the duties" and "It's not within my job scope," but secretly he'd already mastered all the moves, hadn't he?
Nan Zhihao looked somewhat lost: "Then, Teacher Nan, what should we do now?"

The most important issue at present is that Nan Zhuren will not have the opportunity to speak in the subsequent court proceedings; even if he does, he will only be able to make simple professional explanations during the debate.

But there will never be another opportunity to battle with the defendant's lawyer like before.

"Therefore, firstly, we need to submit evidence that can be accepted in court, so that the trial can restart the [court investigation] phase. Furthermore, this evidence needs to be interpreted by a psychological expert so that I can have the opportunity to speak," Nan Zhuren explained his thought process.

As he spoke, Nan Zhuren took out his phone to check the time and said, "It's almost time. Attorney Zhan should have adjusted his mindset by now. I'll go talk to him about submitting the report and evidence."

Okay, you just broke through their defenses, and now you want them to be your slaves.

Seeing Nan Zhuren's expression, Chonghui couldn't help but ask, "Junior brother, besides having reasons for doing things, did you also dislike Attorney Zhan for a long time before you attacked him?"

Nan Zhuren paused in his move to leave. Then he blinked and replied, "No, I'm just doing this on official business."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Chonghui wanted to say something more, but now he could only complain: "He said there was a plan, but all he's said so far is that he needs to supplement the evidence. He didn't say what kind of evidence he needs, or how this evidence would allow him to intervene as an expert..."

He looked at his teacher, only to find that Bai Qinghua had already picked up his phone without him noticing.

He seemed completely at ease, showing no concern whatsoever about what would happen next.

……

"What do we do? What do we do next?!"

In the plaintiff's lounge, the young man wearing a watch slammed his phone down on the table like a brick.

His face flushed with anger: "Are we just going to watch those bastards get such lenient sentences? That lawyer on the other end is clearly lying through his teeth! Can that evidence even be called evidence?!"

Is it that your decision doesn't count, but the court's?

Attorney Zhan was having a headache; this trial was proving to be fraught with difficulties.

Their allies aren't cooperating, the enemy on the other side is difficult to deal with, and now their teammates' morale has completely collapsed.

Not only can they not offer any help, but they also have to spend time comforting her.

But the young man with the watch was, after all, the big spender. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down after being thwarted by Nan Zhuren, Attorney Zhan had no choice but to start whispering advice to the young man with the watch.

The other victims inside were also shrouded in a somber atmosphere, clearly feeling resentful about the unsuccessful trial.

dong dong dong-

A knock sounded at the door, and the young man sitting by the door was about to open it.

Nan Zhuren opened the door with a click and came straight in.

His knocking was polite, but his barging in was quite bold.

The others frowned slightly, but Attorney Zhan's expression immediately relaxed: "Nan Zhu... Professor Nan, have you thought it through?"

Nan Zhuren shook his head and denied it: "You want Nan Zhihao to file a private prosecution, but that's not possible in this trial; and as for supplementing the complete transcript evidence, not to mention the harm it would do to him, there is no suitable reason for the delay to be accepted in court in this trial."

Nan Zhuren looked into Attorney Zhan's eyes: "Unless you make up a reason, but that's too risky. Don't let money cloud your judgment and turn a situation that could have been a small win into a 50/50 chance."

Attorney Zhan's eyebrows twitched. Did this person come here because he felt he hadn't had enough of cursing earlier, so he came to kill him?
Immediately afterwards, Nan Zhuren said, "I have a new idea. There was a small problem with the opposing lawyer's argument just now. We can submit new evidence in court as rebuttal evidence."

Attorney Zhan's eyebrows dropped, then jumped even higher in a new way.

Nan Zhuren added, "Then, based on this rebuttal evidence, we will add another small piece of evidence on the grounds of 'change in the nature of the evidence'."

That's the point.

Nan Zhuren quickly explained his plan to Attorney Zhan in detail.

(End of this chapter)