Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 136 - 134 Weng Pinting: Shocking Revelation!

Weng Pinting is the supervisor of the consultation center.

The boss of all psychological consultants.

In theory, after all the consultations at Yan Nuo Psychological Center, a portion of the consultation fee goes to Weng Pinting.

Nan Zhubin doesn’t know the exact percentage, but there definitely is one.

Additionally, it was rumored that when Howard invited Weng Pinting from the Capital to take charge, he promised her equity—that means Weng Pinting also has a significant company dividend.

As the supervisor of the consultation center, Weng Pinting’s theoretical work includes providing guidance to consultants and stepping in when other consultants encounter thorny cases they can’t handle—the problem is, Nan Zhubin hasn’t seen any cases requiring Weng Pinting to intervene.

Viewed from this angle, Weng Pinting’s workload is theoretically very little; with such a large income, she has already achieved financial freedom.

She could completely choose to, like Howard, just drop by for a quick check during her work hours.

Yet, the reality is quite the opposite.

From what Nan Zhubin has seen, Weng Pinting’s office hours are even longer than some of the more leisurely consultants.

Moreover, whenever Nan Zhubin comes to see Weng Pinting, she’s always busy with endless work.

Even though she has financial freedom and doesn’t need to work, she keeps herself constantly busy, proving that Weng Pinting truly loves this industry.

At this moment, Nan Zhubin is facing someone who loves her work so much—Weng Pinting.

She is sorting through some materials.

Because Weng Pinting has her head down, and Nan Zhubin can’t deliberately bend over to see her expressions, it’s hard to read her emotions.

"Did I ask you to sit?"

Weng Pinting suddenly spoke.

Nan Zhubin, who had just sat down, was taken aback, and then he obediently stood up slowly.

"Hmm, sit down."

Weng Pinting said immediately after Nan Zhubin stood up.

Nan Zhubin blinked and obediently sat down slowly again.

[Got it, now she’s really angry.]

...

Swish—

Swish—

That’s the sound of Weng Pinting flipping through materials.

Nan Zhubin pursed his lips and curiously craned his neck to look at the things on Weng Pinting’s desk.

Before he could see clearly, he heard Weng Pinting say, without raising her head, "These are visitor materials." freewebnσvel.cѳm

The consultation supervisor’s voice was leisurely.

"These are what I have requested from other consultation centers and clinics recently. Their manpower was insufficient while our cases were insufficient. So, by leveraging some ’you help me, I help you’ reciprocity, I got these to fill up our consultation gaps."

Weng Pinting looked at Nan Zhubin: "This is my work during this period, what about yours? Shouldn’t you report to your supervisor?"

[Pressure is on.]

Nan Zhubin thought for a moment: "Did I... cause you additional work load?"

Weng Pinting frowned: "You know?!"

She was about to follow through with her planned reprimand, but she saw Nan Zhubin do something else.

The young consultant took out some prescriptions from his pocket, looked through them, and pulled out the top one.

"I don’t have a medical background and don’t quite understand pharmacology. So I wanted to ask Sister Pingting for help to see if there’s any issue with the dosage on this paper."

The prescription Nan Zhubin handed over was from a teacher issued under the guise of [Moderate depression] and [Moderate anxiety].

"And then, there’s these—"

Nan Zhubin took out another stack.

"These are visitors with transfer records between ’Liu Lin Psychological Clinic’ and ’Jiang University Psychological Center’. Their prescriptions also need Sister Pingting’s help to review—I have also reorganized their case reports and stapled them to their respective prescriptions."

...

Li Minglu and Chen Jie’s prescriptions were not obtainable, but it was much smoother to get those of other relatively less special visitors.

That day in the consultation room, Nan Zhubin also presented materials obtained from Jiang University Psychological Center, asked the teacher to identify a few visitors he had attended, and requested their prescriptions once confirmed.

Under the effect of [Micro-expression Analysis], the teacher couldn’t hide anything.

Meanwhile, Nan Zhubin also collected records of these visitors’ consultation stages in the form of recordings and photo documentation from the teacher, to facilitate correlation with medication.

Over the past two days, Nan Zhubin has been organizing these materials into written form, waiting to present them to Weng Pinting together once finished.

...

"..."

Weng Pinting blinked.

This situation was not quite as she expected.

Anyone could see that the atmosphere on site was set to the theme of "consultation supervisor questioning young consultant".

Weng Pinting planned to reprimand Nan Zhubin.

Not to help him!

After steadying her mind, Weng Pinting frowned: "What you’re supposed to tell me isn’t this, Nan Zhubin, you—"

This time, Nan Zhubin’s actions were really out of line.

Weng Pinting was about to raise her voice, but Nan Zhubin handed over the materials on his own, pushing them into Weng Pinting’s view.

Instinctively, Weng Pinting’s eyes scanned some of the information, and her strong professional capacity kicked in, locking onto some of the data.

The information practically streamed into her mind, starting to be dissected and analyzed.

Then, Weng Pinting was silent.

Nan Zhubin slowly retracted his upper body, which he had stretched out to present the materials, and didn’t lean back on the sofa, just sat there properly.

Waiting for Weng Pinting to react.

"..."

Weng Pinting slowly took the materials from Nan Zhubin’s hand.

Swish—

Swish—

She browsed quickly. In the process, her frown deepened.

After a while.

Weng Pinting finally raised her head and said slowly, "I also don’t have much research knowledge on these medication dosages, but I can say that the prescription sheets you provided contain a lot of prescription drugs, as well as many new medications."

Nan Zhubin nodded.

"Whether such medication is necessary or if the dosage is appropriate, I can’t tell right away—but I can ask some friends for you."

Nan Zhubin took the opportunity to thank her: "Then thank you, Sister Pingting."

Weng Pinting’s brows relaxed a bit, but they were still furrowed. She looked at Nan Zhubin, took two deep breaths, and repeatedly showed a hesitant expression.

Finally, she glanced at the phone beside her: "You have a consultation today, right?"

"Yes."

"Then go prepare first, I’ll tell you once I have results."

Nan Zhubin took the opportunity to stand up.

"But, Zhubin."

The voice came from behind, and Nan Zhubin paused while opening the office door.

"Before I give you the results, please stop doing this," Weng Pinting said, "and also, don’t go to Jiang University for now."

"...Alright."

Weng Pinting lowered her head and continued flipping through materials.

A few breaths later, she looked up again and found Nan Zhubin still standing at the door.

"Is there a problem?" Her tone became harsh.

"Sister Pingting... If, I mean if."

Nan Zhubin turned around, showing an expression of struggle that Weng Pinting had never seen before.

"If it’s not for work, but for a private matter, like... dating, can I still go to Jiang University?"

"...Get out!"

The roar spread to the office area, causing all the consultants who were slacking off to tremble. Soon, clattering sounds of panic ensued, and by the time Nan Zhubin returned to the office area, he found everyone diligently reviewing materials and preparing for work.

Inside the office, with the door closed again, Weng Pinting finally laughed in exasperation.

"This guy..."

She shook her head helplessly, refocusing her gaze on the materials in front of her.

After looking for a while, she took out her phone and dialed a number.

Unconsciously, she showed a level of respect and reverence that no one at Yan Nuo Psychological Center had ever seen before.

"Hello?"

"Teacher, it’s me, Pingting."

"Yes, I’m in Jiangdu... I’m fine, the situation at my consultation center is still good."

"Yes, yes, you’ve noticed, I do need some help... No, it’s not about lacking people, no need to send junior colleagues over."

Weng Pinting held the materials up to her eyes: "I have a bit of a situation here, and I’d like to ask you some questions—"

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