Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

Press the button for the corresponding floor.

Nan Zhihao watched the elevator doors slowly close, pressed down on his baseball cap, and adjusted his mask, bowing his head a bit uneasily.

Beside him, a woman in her forties, dressed in a dark blue work uniform, was curiously eyeing him, seemingly puzzled as to why this young man was so fully equipped in such hot weather.

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

Beside her, there was a small cart, stacked with various boxes as tall as a person, held together only by a bungee cord, wobbling unsteadily.

Two people, a small cart, and a pile of goods made the already small elevator space feel even more cramped.

Nan Zhihao was initially planning to wait until the elevator was empty before getting on, to avoid enduring scrutiny from others.

But when he reached the elevator door, the woman saw him and deliberately held the door open button to keep it from closing, waiting for him.

Benevolent person.

It felt like refusing would be more troublesome to explain.

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

"Ding—"

With a crisp sound, the elevator suddenly stopped; Nan Zhihao was the first to reach the floor of the counseling center.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief and escape the woman's scrutinizing gaze.

"Creak" — The abrupt stop of the elevator caused the cargo on the small cart, taller than a person, to shake more violently. The loosely tied bungee cord couldn't contain the height and weight of the boxes, and they started to—tilt!

Seeing the top box about to wobble free and crash toward the woman, Nan Zhihao instinctively dashed forward.

His action preceded his thought.

"Bang" — The young man used his shoulder to stop the impending avalanche.

The woman woke from her trance, exclaiming "Oh dear," and hurried forward to steady the boxes, then hastily checked on Nan Zhihao's condition.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Nan Zhihao said, moving his shoulder stiffly like a puppet, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, unsure if it was from pain or heat.

This little incident wasted quite a bit of time, and during this, the elevator doors closed and started to ascend. The woman anxiously wanted to press the button to stop it, but Nan Zhihao waved her off.

"It's okay, Auntie. I'll help you move this cart out first in a moment." Nan Zhihao pointed at the elevator door, indicating that the cart would definitely wobble again on the way out, "You don't seem to have any help here."

"Oh dear, how can I trouble you like this," the woman waved her hand but also stopped her actions.

Perhaps truly embarrassed, she continuously praised him for the remaining time, saying things like, "The young man is so tall and strong, and kind," "Your skin looks nice; many girls must like you," "I wish my child was like you," "Isn't it uncomfortable wearing so much in this heat?" and so on, without stopping for a moment.

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

After sending the woman out, Nan Zhihao silently pressed the button for his floor again, heading straight for the counseling center, and under the guidance of the reception, walked towards today's consultation room.

"Knock knock," he knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Upon hearing the familiar voice and seeing the familiar smile of Nan Zhubin, Nan Zhihao's body finally relaxed.

He took off his hat and mask, slipping his hand inside his sun-protective jacket to gently rub his shoulder, as if the pain only now started to emerge.

"Long time no see, Teacher Nan."

The consultation finally commenced.

...

Hearing the visitor's greeting.

Nan Zhubin nodded with a smile, "Long time no see."

Nan Zhihao rubbed his shoulder as though he remembered something: "Actually... we should have met a few days ago, right? Teacher Nan, you came to our school to give a lecture, and I was on staff; you must have seen me, right?"

Since the visitor brought up the matter himself, Nan Zhubin definitely had to respond.

"Yes, we truly had a coincidence; I rarely meet my visitors outside the consultation room, let alone twice in a row."

Nan Zhubin smiled, "Once at the court, once at the school—but I didn't greet you, for reasons you already know."

The visitor responded with a slight pull at the corners of his mouth, it was unclear whether he was pleased that Nan Zhubin didn't greet him or disappointed that Nan Zhubin pretended not to know him outside.

However, he quickly continued, "Teacher, are we going to practice the grounding technique today?"

Nan Zhubin shook his head and replied, "Since the last consultation ended, we have basically completed our study of that technique."

"And you've expressed that your life has been getting better and better. So now, we can attempt to move to the next stage."

Communicating with the visitor about the consultation's staged goals is an essential part of counseling.

Hearing this, the visitor took a deep breath, both looking forward to and feeling some anxiety, "Okay, Teacher Nan, so how do we start?"

Nan Zhubin gestured with his hand to indicate not to be nervous: "Just like before, we'll start with a 'life review.' Over the week since the last consultation, how have you felt about your state?"

The ending is an open-ended question, allowing the visitor to respond from any angle.

The visitor clearly had a draft prepared, "Well, my state is definitely getting better, especially since I participated in a group activity, Teacher Nan, you've seen it."

The visitor smiled, and Nan Zhubin returned a smile, indicating he was genuinely happy for him.

Then the visitor said, "But... there are also things that aren't good, or you could say, things that I find... rather strange. To really talk about it, there are three things."

Nan Zhubin focused attentively.

The visitor prepared a draft and said a few things in one go, but there must be priorities among them.

Some "things" might really concern the visitor, which is why he shared them with the consultant; while some "things" might only seem "interesting" or "a bit strange" to the visitor, serving as topics for casual conversation with the consultant.

Filtering out the significant details from less meaningful information is a key focus during this "visitor life review" phase.

Fortunately, Nan Zhubin was adept in this area.

Micro-expression Analysis.

To outsiders, Nan Zhubin's gaze now appeared gentle and full of encouragement.

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

"The first thing is that a lawyer contacted me," the visitor inhaled deeply and said.