Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 130 - 130 128 Step by Step into the Trap

130: Chapter 128 Step by Step into the Trap 130: Chapter 128 Step by Step into the Trap The atmosphere in the consultation room suddenly felt a bit strange.

Mr.

Zhang was recounting his emotional experiences while Nan Zhubin smiled and listened intently.

At first glance, it seed as if the environnt had reverted to the way Nan Zhubin was used to, as if at this mont, he was the consultant, and Mr.

Zhang had beco the client.

Nan Zhubin understood that the consultant before him had already advanced from rely “logging hours” to completely giving up on intervention.

And in this process, Nan Zhubin had collected what he wanted.

Through his constructed narrative as a client, Nan Zhubin not only broke through the consultant’s defenses and wore down his desire to intervene, but more importantly, he established a baseline for the consultant’s micro expressions.

By using the rhythm and pull of his narrative, he controlled the consultant to alternately speak the truth and lies.

During the narrative, he used several opportunities when “the client pays attention to the consultant’s opinion” as a disguise, so that his action of staring fixedly at the consultant’s facial expressions did not seem abrupt.

Everything fell into place smoothly.

[Every ti after I exaggeratedly recounted my emotional experiences and still heard “I understand,” while they thought forcefully, the expression on their face was the prelude to telling a lie.]

[Attempting to guide my thinking, repeating my past sentences, was essentially recalling the real past to use in the following conversation, so the facial expression was “truth-telling.”]

[Doing Positive Attention counts as half truth, half lies.]

[As for now…]

Nan Zhubin used the baseline he established to look at Mr.

Zhang at this mont.

Mr.

Zhang’s narrative about his emotional life was coming to an end.

“To this day, I still love her very much, and we are very happy together.”

[…A lie.]

Nan Zhubin sneered internally.

This self-exposure wasn’t well executed; the intervention was indeed abandoned, speaking nonsense and making up stories, rely logging hours, right?

Should he use the lies Mr.

Zhang is telling now as leverage?

[Forget it, it’s not strong enough, let’s stick to the original plan.]

There was still a need for a reason to keep the other party in place and continuously question them before formally using micro expressions for a confrontation.

The ti was coming.

…

“That’s great.” Nan Zhubin first gave a positive response to Mr.

Zhang’s narrative of personal emotional history, “I’ve always been thinking, if only my emotional life could be as smooth and happy as yours.”

Mr.

Zhang gave a slight smile.

Although what he said wasn’t his real experience, he felt flattered that his fabricated story was accepted and believed so deeply.

The consultation relationship was further deepened, allowing for discussions on so private matters.

“Actually, teacher, I recently feel that because of these girls, my body has started to feel a bit uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” Mr.

Zhang blinked.

“Yes.” Nan Zhubin put on a worried expression, “That girl who rejected this Christmas, I keep thinking about her recently.

Originally, I didn’t want to think about it, but sotis her face just pops into my mind.”

“Even when I’m walking on the street, I always feel like girls who have a similar figure and dress to her are her.”

“I often have insomnia at night and then feel dizzy, have chest tightness, and nausea.”

Nan Zhubin said in a low voice: “I did a psychological test before, and it showed Moderate anxiety and Moderate depression.

This is what I’m most worried about now; I’m very afraid that this state will interfere with my daily life and work, and also…my interactions with other girls.”

At this point, it was sowhat fabricated.

The manner Nan Zhubin displayed and the symptoms he described were completely different types, let alone one level.

Mr.

Zhang imdiately expressed suspicion: “Where did you take the psychological test?”

Nan Zhubin replied: “I found so test questions online myself, and spent quite a bit of money to get the test results…”

Reasonable.

“Later, I also went to the psychological center at our school for consultation, but it didn’t seem to help, and I felt that so things the school teachers might not…keep confidential, so I finally ca to your psychology clinic.”

Nan Zhubin gradually approached, step by step.

“The main thing is, I was thinking that being in a psychology clinic, maybe I could get—so dication, sothing faster acting.”

Nan Zhubin genuinely reflected the understanding of soone with a layman’s view of Psychological Consultation: “I know that psychological consultation is actually better and more helpful, but isn’t it a long-term process?

Lately, I’ve been feeling really bad, and I thought if I could take so dicine to get through this worst period, then I could slowly adjust myself with psychological consultation.”

[Pupil contraction, neck lean forward, corners of the mouth raised.]

Mr.

Zhang imdiately gave positive attention to Nan Zhubin’s narrative.

But professional habit made him restrain a little.

“dication therapy along with consultation?” Mr.

Zhang deliberately made a thoughtful expression, “For you now, the process may be too fast.

Generally, consulting alone is better and healthier.”

Nan Zhubin fueled the fire: “I just want it to be quicker, which is why I made an appointnt with a ‘clinic’ instead of a ‘consultation center.'”

“After talking with you just now, honestly, I feel much better, sothing I haven’t felt at school.

But I’m worried I’ll feel bad again once I leave… It’s not that I don’t trust you, teacher, but compared to all these concepts and stuff, I feel the effect of dication is more… real.”

This sentence also aligned with a layman’s perception of Psychological Consultation.

Mr.

Zhang thought for a mont: “The use of dication must be under strict supervision.

I don’t recomnd you being impulsive…”

“Then why not be my supervisor, teacher?” Nan Zhubin spoke matter-of-factly, “And dication therapy should be accompanied by consultation, right?”

“Please, teacher, I just want to feel a little better.” Nan Zhubin seed like soone who was about to drown, “And after hearing your sharing just now, I really hope my emotional life can beco like yours.

I really need your guidance.”

At this point, Mr.

Zhang felt the timing was perfect.

Then, he did sothing unexpected for Nan Zhubin.

He directly opened the file folder in his hand, pulled out sothing like a prescription, and began writing swiftly on it: “According to what you just said, you have tendencies of depression and anxiety?

Depression ds can’t be just given, but I can maybe give you so to relieve anxiety and help you get a good night’s sleep…”

Brush, brush, brush—

Nan Zhubin blinked, watching as the other party quickly jotted down several lines of dication nas.

Then, with a “rip” sound, tore it off, and handed it to Nan Zhubin.

“Take this slip to the front desk, and they’ll take you to our pharmacy—what’s wrong?”

…

With a slow and steady hand, Nan Zhubin took the prescription, glanced at it, and saw Mr.

Zhang’s signature at the lower right corner.

Nan Zhubin skimd through the dication nas.

He wasn’t a Psychiatrist, not knowledgeable about dications, but having decided beforehand to fake depression and anxiety, he surely did his howork, knowing what drugs could be used for dication intervention therapy.

Indeed, there were quite a few on the slip.

All prescription drugs.

Nan Zhubin held the prescription in his left hand and pressed sothing in his pocket with his right hand.

Done.