Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 135 - 133 I know ethics, I have a conscience, but, life...

Chapter 135: Chapter 133 I know ethics, I have a conscience, but, life...

"Mr. Hu, where did you and Mr. Nan go a couple of days ago?"

"Is there a special case?"

"Could it be that Mr. Hu went out with Mr. Nan for an off-site consultation? That’s not allowed..."

Yan Nuo Psychological Center, office area.

Mr. Hu walked in hard-soled leather shoes, making a light "tap-tap" sound on the tiles.

Trusting his colleagues’ professionalism, he kept his expression tight and didn’t answer any questions, avoiding revealing anything that might lead to the truth.

After spending some time with Nan Zhubin, he’s grown somewhat defensive about questions he doesn’t want to answer, almost to the point of PTSD.

Fortunately, the barrage of questions from colleagues seemed more like teasing, or a way to entertain themselves to recharge mentally after consultations.

Tap-tap-tap—Mr. Hu continued walking with a focused mind until he approached his destination.

A young consultant, who attracted half the attention of the office area even while sleeping on the desk.

Mr. Hu subconsciously touched his well-maintained chin.

It’s been two days since he and Nan Zhubin went to the Liu Lin Psychological Clinic.

During this time, though Mr. Hu appeared calm on the surface, he was actually quite anxious inside.

That’s why he came to find Nan Zhubin.

So, what was Nan Zhubin’s state?

Looking at the person sprawled over the desk, Mr. Hu ground his teeth:

"This guy... can actually fall asleep, and sleep so soundly!"

Scanning the room, Mr. Hu quickly spotted Shen Bing to the side.

"Has Mr. Nan had many consultations these past two days?"

The consulting assistant blinked, surprised at when Mr. Hu and Nan Zhubin started caring about each other’s daily work.

Yet, since they had indeed gone out together before, something must have happened that he was unaware of. Though Shen Bing was curious about their story, he thought for a moment and then replied:

"There is one today, but there weren’t any the past couple of days. You know the center’s performance hasn’t been great lately..."

"So he’s been quite free these past two days?"

"...Not exactly, Mr. Nan’s been organizing materials all this time."

Ha, fooling outsiders is one thing, but who doesn’t know each other among colleagues?

Mr. Hu took a deep breath: Working without consultations but sleeping on the job? Paid mental rejuvenation is a privilege for consultants who seriously handle their consultations!

"Mr. Nan, Mr. Nan?"

"Mr. Nan... wake up..."

"Nan Zhubin!"

The office area, already scattered with curious glances, now turned all eyes toward him.

The young consultant opened his sleepy eyes, and the first thing he saw was a beautifully chinned bushy beard.

"Oh, it’s Mr. Hu, what’s up?"

"...Come with me for a moment."

Mr. Hu maintained a stoic face and, following tradition, found an empty consultation room.

He closed the door, initiating a private chat mode.

Then, Nan Zhubin saw Mr. Hu’s previously stern expression suddenly relax. Although he remained trying to look composed, his breathing was noticeably shorter and faster.

Mr. Hu whispered, "There’s been no movement in these past two days."

Nan Zhubin blinked, "Were you hoping for some?"

The next second, Mr. Hu couldn’t hold back any longer, wanting to shout but forcibly suppressing his voice: "What do you think? That day you bumped into your client and forcibly tried to take her away—do you know how such behavior is defined in our industry? Not to mention you did it under a false identity, pretending to be a visitor, which is even weirder!"

"We’re lucky we haven’t been fired by the boss in these two days!"

Mr. Hu was telling the truth.

The market for psychological consultation is vast, but the community is small, and the bosses of various consultation centers and clinics typically have good private relations, fostering a harmonious environment.

But Nan Zhubin’s disguise as a visitor and subsequent self-exposure at the reception looked like a shady business maneuver.

Let alone, afterward, Nan Zhubin went through great lengths to take Zhang Lu away from the psychological clinic.

Mr. Hu’s anger was palpable in his voice: "You know what this looks like? Like an amateur who, due to lack of consulting skills, prompted a client to switch platforms and then persistently harassed them!"

"Weren’t you planning to tackle your teacher and that clinic? Can’t you stomach even this?"

Mr. Hu’s assessment of Nan Zhubin’s behavior was entirely fitting from a third-party perspective.

Such actions, once word spread, could easily lead to a consultant’s social death within the industry—even as a rumor.

However, Nan Zhubin’s expression was entirely justified: "I thought it was worth it. If I had left that day, my client might have taken medication right afterward. You know the addictive nature of psychiatric prescriptions, especially since this clinic over-prescribes."

"So what? It’s not irreversible; can’t you simply pay more attention and give her more consultations?"

Mr. Hu started off confidently, but as he spoke, his voice grew softer.

He wanted to get angry, but seeing Nan Zhubin’s justified expression and reasonable gaze, the small flame in his heart gradually extinguished.

After a long pause.

"Forget it, things have come to this point."

Mr. Hu sighed and changed the topic: "Your behavior may be regular, but Liu Lin Psychological Clinic’s handling of it is not—you don’t think so? With such a fuss that day, they could have contacted your teacher with a single call, and your teacher could have reached our boss just as easily, leaving none of us in a favorable position. But after two days, there’s still no reaction!"

The feeling of a sword hanging above your head?

Indeed, it’s unsettling.

Though Nan Zhubin wasn’t particularly concerned, from both a normal person’s perspective and a consultant’s, he could understand Mr. Hu’s current feelings.

Nan Zhubin thought for a moment and finally softened his tone, "I put you at unnecessary risk, that was my mistake."

Mr. Hu waved his hand: "No need; if it comes to that, I can always switch to giving speeches, and I still have connections in other major cities. I came here initially because of Supervisor Weng, intending to leverage her network, and it hasn’t been unfruitful."

Nan Zhubin admired, "You’re quite candid."

This straightforwardness made him see Mr. Hu in a new light, confirming that he had made the right choice in seeking Mr. Hu’s help initially.

But soon, he noticed Mr. Hu seemed to have something left unsaid.

As expected, Mr. Hu then admitted sheepishly, "I told Supervisor Weng about this—the whole story."

Afraid of getting fired by the boss, he sought out the supervisor?

Did he hope that if things went south, Weng Pinting could back him up?

"So?"

"So Supervisor Weng is looking for you now, I thought I’d give you a heads-up." Mr. Hu’s eyes wandered, "I didn’t embellish or shift blame—honestly. I..."

"I believe you."

Nan Zhubin blinked, placing a hand on Mr. Hu’s shoulder.

"I got it. I’ll go find her immediately."

The tone was so calm it left Mr. Hu momentarily stunned.

He observed Nan Zhubin’s expression, relaxing only after confirming it lacked the worries he feared.

"Sometimes I truly don’t know why you’re so confident... you even managed to sleep on the job during these two days. I’ve already started looking for new opportunities, you know."

...

Nan Zhubin slept because he discovered something quite fascinating.

[Monthly Goal: Complete "Psychological Consultation" for 10 hours in one month (9/10), followed by one session of "Psychological Ability Training."]

When Dad Chen visited, it was at (7/10), and after completing a consultation, it was (8/10).

But after visiting Liu Lin Psychological Clinic, the number became (9/10).

"So, ’being consulted’ actually counts as ’completing psychological consultation’?"

Nan Zhubin fell into thought.

If that’s the case, as long as one’s financial situation could support it, couldn’t one continually seek consultants for self-consultation, thereby completing tasks endlessly?

Being a client is much easier than being a consultant...

Of course, this doesn’t apply to the current Nan Zhubin.

While mulling over this, Nan Zhubin knocked on Weng Pinting’s office door.

"Come in."

Weng Pinting’s voice came from behind the door.

Nan Zhubin, quite familiar with this routine, opened the door to see Weng Pinting seated behind her desk, perusing documents.

Comfortably taking a seat opposite Weng Pinting, Nan Zhubin glanced over the files spread in front of the consultation supervisor.

His quick glance revealed they were all client documents.

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