Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 11 - 11 11 Your Story Seems Different from Mine

11: Chapter 11 Your Story Seems Different from Mine 11: Chapter 11 Your Story Seems Different from Mine Howard only hesitated for a second before quickly responding with extraordinary speed.

“Let’s go!” he suddenly beca spirited, loudly calling to Lu Jia and Weng Pinting, and strode out.

After the boss and supervisor left, the remaining consultants and assistants stayed quiet for a mont, digesting the information.

Once they confird that the two leaders were far away, the office area buzzed like a beehive.

“What did Xiao Jia just say?

This client has been taken on?”

“Isn’t the newcor an assistant?”

“The client seems to have depression and was transferred from another company.”

“Such a tough case?

That’s not easy at all…”

“The new assistant seems to be nad Nan, and has a background, whether professional or otherwise…”

“Anyway, there’s sothing about him!”

They divided into countless small groups for private discussions, but unanimously excluded one person —

that was Bald Yang.

This senior consultant lost his professional expression and emotional control, his face turning red and blue, filled with disbelief.

“How is that possible?!”

“The newcor actually took it on?

Even I might have failed to handle this case…”

…

The mother of Chen Ting was holding Chen Ting’s hand with delight at the mont, confirming sothing in a low voice.

After quite a while, she finally looked up at Nan Zhubin, who was accompanying her.

When her gaze fell on the young man’s face, Chen’s mother couldn’t help but show a look of appreciation, a spontaneous joy people feel when they see sothing beautiful.

But she quickly snapped out of it: “What age is Mr.

Nan this year?

So young to beco a psychological consultant, I wonder if you’ve encountered similar issues as our Xiaoting before?”

She started to scrutinize Nan Zhubin with a critical eye: “Our Xiaoting has consulted many consultants.

I am quite familiar with your industry, situations like Mr.

Nan’s are really rare.”

Nan Zhubin maintained a smile.

Even without Micro-expression Analysis, he was keenly aware of the underlying aning in Chen’s mother’s words.

Every consultant who started young faced the sa skepticism.

He could entirely prove himself, but so words weren’t quite suitable for him to say.

Fortunately, Howard was already striding over with a smile.

The charm of the middle-aged handso man clearly attracted Chen’s mother more, and the matured voice was more convincing.

“Mr.

Nan is a top student from Jiangdu University, with a master’s degree in psychology.” Howard’s smile was impeccable, “Don’t be fooled by his youth; in the field of psychological consultation, he’s more accomplished than many consultants in their thirties.”

“We paired Mr.

Nan with your child after analyzing the file and considering comprehensively, he is absolutely the most suitable for your child’s situation!”

The words “Jiangdu University” and “master’s degree in psychology” clashed quickly in Chen’s mother’s mind.

For parents with not much higher education, this was very trustworthy.

So, Chen’s mother showed a satisfied expression after careful thought: “No wonder, this is the first ti Xiaoting has proactively asked to schedule the next consultation.”

Howard also showed a satisfied expression at this.

Chen’s mother turned to Howard and said, “Mr.

Howard, so you also understand our Xiaoting’s situation, right?”

“Of course.”

“Could you ask this Mr.

Nan to tell about Xiaoting’s basic situation?

I want to know what makes this consultation different from the previous ones.”

One of Chen’s mother’s hands was holding Howard, while the other was holding Chen Ting.

With this statent, Chen Ting’s hand tightened suddenly, but her mother remained oblivious.

The young girl looked nervously at Nan Zhubin, who remained straight-faced, clearly having anticipated this issue.

“Of course, so basic information should indeed be communicated to the guardian.” Nan Zhubin smiled, “But as for the specific content of the consultation, I apologize, due to the confidentiality regulations, I can’t explain it all to you.”

Chen’s mother’s voice imdiately raised half an octave: “I’m her mother, what is there that I can’t know!”

“But I’m already an adult.” Chen Ting muttered in a voice only she could hear.

She was already an adult.

Others murmured in their hearts.

But no one was foolish enough to say it aloud in this setting.

Nan Zhubin’s smile remained unperturbed, as if the raised voice from in front of him was rely a breeze on a mountaintop.

Seeing this, Chen’s mother turned her gaze to Howard, hoping the boss would rein in his employee.

Howard frowned at Nan Zhubin, but before he could speak, Weng Pinting stepped in and took over the conversation:

“We understand your concern for your child.”

“But maintaining confidentiality about consultation content is also part of the process, which affects the effectiveness of subsequent consultations.”

As Weng Pinting began speaking, Howard imdiately ceased his intervention.

Chen’s mother was drawn to this, unconvinced: “If you don’t tell how you consult, how do I know if it’s effective, am I supposed to just spend money blindly?

How do I know what my money is spent on?”

The words were sharp, but Weng Pinting was not one to be dismissed easily: “The effectiveness of the consultation will reflect on your child, as a parent you will surely be the first to perceive it.”

“Of course, I can also understand your concerns about the consultation fees.

On this point, our boss and Xiaojia will introduce it to you in detail.”

Chen’s mother frowned in thought, her eyes suspiciously darting back and forth among the four people before her.

“Let’s hear it then.” She finally nodded in agreent.

…

The visitor’s mother and daughter, along with the reception staff, left, leaving only two people in the hall soon after.

But Nan Zhubin knew his task that morning wasn’t over, you could even say the most crucial part was yet to co.

He turned to Weng Pinting, observing the woman before him.

With a tall figure of about 1.7 ters, wrapped in a ticulous white bow-tie blouse and black knee-length skirt.

Her face was well-maintained, appearing barely thirty, perhaps not even thirty, but the intellectual aura she exuded spoke volus beyond her apparent age.

As Nan Zhubin studied Weng Pinting, Weng Pinting also observed Nan Zhubin.

“Your looks are quite an advantage.”

Although it was true, very few would be so blunt, catching Nan Zhubin off guard temporarily.

“…Thank you?”

“Such looks make it easy to build a good consulting relationship in the early stages, but in the middle or later stages, it might lead to transference, causing clients to develop dependency on you.”

Weng Pinting comnted ticulously, but quickly shifted her tone: “Do you know who I am?”

“You are?”

“Your supervisor, as well as the superior of all consultants.”

“Hello, Supervisor.” Nan Zhubin imdiately greeted obediently.

Weng Pinting squinted her eyes: “All consultants and assistants in the center are required to go through ; theoretically, I should be present at all consultants and assistants’ entry interviews — but you’re an exception.”

“Today was your first case, handled it very steadily, very well done.

You indeed have solid professional skills, but that’s not a reason to arbitrarily take soone else’s case, unless…”

The female supervisor cast a aningful glance towards the office area: “Your story differs from his.”