Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

Upon hearing Chonghui's question, Nan Zhubin first turned toward Nan Zhihao's direction.

He said, "What I just discussed with Lawyer Zhan wasn't perfunctory. Regarding the issues in your real life, I can offer no advice. After all, it's you who faces life and bears the real consequences. Unless—"

Nan Zhubin smiled, "We look at this court as a large psychological consultation room; view this trial as a special psychological intervention process for you."

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

If a positive outcome is achieved in the trial, it can basically be considered a milestone in healing, possibly even pushing Nan Zhihao's psychological intervention to the next stage.

Of course, there is a precondition—Nan Zhihao himself has to be present. This is also why Nan Zhubin was so insistent on following procedures; without the visitor present, the trial is just a plain trial.

Now, shifting the mindset, the consultant can naturally discuss with the visitor and offer advice when arranging the "consultation intervention plan."

Perhaps noticing the young man's overly serious and tense expression, Nan Zhubin deliberately made a joke: "So, this trial also counts as consultation time, part of the package service, it's chargeable."

But Nan Zhihao earnestly replied, "Of course."

He really took it seriously, this kid can't take a joke.

Chonghui listened to Nan Zhubin's roundabout explanation and couldn't help twitching his mouth.

Is this even possible?

He turned his head to look at his teacher, only to find that the psychology professor was already smiling without him noticing.

By now, Nan Zhubin had already started making plans in earnest and asked Nan Zhihao, "Do you have any plans for your visit today?"

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

But Nan Zhubin said, "I don't recommend it."

"…Ah?" Nan Zhihao's determination faltered in his eyes.

Nan Zhubin explained, "We've had numerous consultations, and the complete verbatim transcript already contains too much private information. If submitted as evidence, not only the presiding judge can read it, but the defendant can too. Thus, the risk is still too high and exposing the entire consultation transcript... such an act is more harmful than beneficial to your healing process."

The effect is almost like throwing a patient with OCD who's just slightly improved into a garbage heap. Not only will the patient, but even a normal person couldn't stand it; let alone if OCD flares up again and new problems arise.

Nan Zhubin added, "Moreover, even if you wanted to submit it now, it's too late. Late submission of evidence requires a valid reason, and while our reason is 'privacy protection,' it is not 'significant privacy.' Therefore, even if we want to submit it now, it won't impact this trial anymore."

Chonghui, listening on the side, found it increasingly inexplicable and asked, "How do you know so much about trial procedures and these details?"

"Oh, that." Nan Zhubin replied, "Since this work involves issues related to that, I checked out the information in advance, know yourself and your enemy."

Goodness, Chonghui sighed inwardly. Saying things like 'that's the job' and 'not within my remit,' secretly you've been training moves like a pro, isn't it?

Nan Zhihao listened and felt at a loss, "Then, Teacher Nan, what should we do now?"

The most pressing issue is that Nan Zhubin will not have a chance to speak during the next phase of the trial; even if he does, it would just be brief professional explanations during the debate phase.

But he wouldn't have the ability to battle against the defendant's lawyer like before.

"Therefore, first we need to submit evidence that can be accepted in court, to reopen the [court investigation] phase of the trial. Moreover, this evidence needs a psychological expert to interpret it, allowing me the opportunity to speak." Nan Zhubin outlined his thought process.

As he spoke, Nan Zhubin took out his phone to check the time, "It's about time, Lawyer Zhan should have recalibrated his mindset, I'll go have a word with him about submitting the evidence."

Fine, just broke his defenses, now you need him to work for you again.

Seeing the look on Nan Zhubin's face, Chonghui couldn't help but ask, "Junior Brother, beating Lawyer Zhan, besides considering practicality, have you been displeased with him for a while?"

Nan Zhubin paused in his action of preparing to leave.

Then he blinked and replied, "No, I'm completely business-oriented."

Said this, then turned and left.

Chonghui still wanted to say something but could only complain now: "He said he had a plan, but just mentioned needing to supplement evidence. What evidence to supplement, how this evidence would allow him to intervene as an expert, nothing is said…"

He looked at his teacher, only to find Bai Qinghua, at some point, had already picked up his phone for himself.

A demeanor of complete ease, not worried about the forthcoming matters at all.

...

"What to do? What's next?!"

In the plaintiff's resting room, the young man with a watch slammed his phone onto the table like it was a brick with a thud.

His face flushed with anger, "Are we just going to watch those bastards get a light sentence? That lawyer on the other side is blatantly lying through his teeth! Can those so-called evidence even be considered evidence?!"

Whether they are or not is not up to you, but up to the court, right?

Lawyer Zhan felt a bit of a headache, this trial really was full of difficulties.

His allies on this side did not cooperate, the adversaries on the other side were not easy to deal with, and now his teammates were mentally collapsing.

Not only is he unable to contribute to the upcoming efforts, but he has to expend mental energy to offer consolation.

But since the young man with the watch was ultimately a key financial supporter, Lawyer Zhan took several deep breaths to adjust his mindset that was just shattered by Nan Zhubin, and unwillingly began to offer soft persuasion to the young man with the watch.

The other victims in the room were also enveloped in a low-pressure atmosphere, clearly upset due to the trial's lack of progress.

Knock knock knock—

A knocking sound came, and the young man at the door was about to answer it.

Nan Zhubin pushed open the door with a click and came straight in.

His act of knocking was polite, but the way he burst in was audacious.

The other people slightly frowned, but Lawyer Zhan's expression immediately relaxed, "Nan Zhu... Teacher Nan, you've thought it through?"

Nan Zhubin shook his head and denied, "You want Nan Zhihao to file a private prosecution, which cannot be done in this trial; and supplementing a full verbatim transcript evidence, besides its detrimental impact, at this trial there's no valid, overdue reason for it to be accepted in court."

Nan Zhubin looked into Lawyer Zhan's eyes, "Unless you fabricate reasons, but the risk is too high, don't let money cloud your judgment, turning a potentially minor win situation into a fifty-fifty."

Lawyer Zhan's eyebrow twitched, did he come over because he felt the scolding was not enough just now and followed to finish the job?

Next, Nan Zhubin said, "I have a new idea. Just now, the opposing lawyer had a small issue in their defense, we can submit new evidence in court in the form of [refuting evidence]."

Lawyer Zhan's eyebrows fell, only to be raised even higher in a different form.

Nan Zhubin added, "We can then, on the basis of this [refuting evidence], further supplement a minor piece of evidence under the rationale of 'changing the nature of the evidence.'

This is the crux.

Nan Zhubin quickly and clearly discussed his plan with Lawyer Zhan.

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