Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 220 - 220 218 Suicide Crisis Intervention!

220: Chapter 218: Suicide Crisis Intervention!

220: Chapter 218: Suicide Crisis Intervention!

Nan Zhubin and Lin Lulin looked over simultaneously.

They saw Liu Pan’s face appear at the doorway.

“Teacher, Sister Sui insists on finding Mr.

Nan right now, it’s urgent…”

Saying this, Liu Pan opened the door completely, revealing Wang Sui, who had been concealed behind him.

Only now did everyone notice this impetuous woman.

“I’m really sorry, Professor Lin, Mr.

Nan.”

Wang Sui apologized with her mouth, but her eyes wandered curiously around, finding the so-called “psychology research office” still full of mystery.

But she quickly realized there was nothing particularly special about the setup inside, so her gaze swiftly locked onto Nan Zhubin again.

“Mr.

Nan, I ca to ask, when can you refund my money?” Wang Sui craned her neck, “After all, our A Lu has returned to Professor Lin here, but before we bought quite a few consultations all at once at your place.”

She added, “Also the deposit, if it’s possible…”

Even Lin Lulin frowned at this mont.

After all, so of the topics he was discussing with Nan Zhubin right now were quite sensitive.

What was Liu Pan doing bringing an outsider here at this mont?

The topic was sothing even Lin Lulin found quite annoying.

This situation even left Huang Xin with wide eyes, bewildered.

It was because of Wang Sui, but also because of Liu Pan.

Secretly, Liu Pan sighed with relief.

After Nan Zhuren imparted so half-baked lie detection techniques to Wang Sui, he didn’t want to spend another mont with her.

Now having a reason to get Wang Sui out of the picture, he naturally seized it.

Only Nan Zhubin kept his expression unchanged, calmly saying, “I don’t know much about that.

The consultants and sales staff at our center are completely separate.

If you’re in a hurry, I can ask them for you.”

Nan Zhubin was speaking the truth.

But Wang Sui clearly misunderstood: “Mr.

Nan, it’s pointless to say things like that, isn’t it?

Consultants like you earn so much, yet still bully us patients and families, fixated on our money…”

With these words, Wang Sui stepped into the office, inching towards Nan Zhubin.

And Nan Zhubin also took the opportunity to look clearly behind her and Liu Pan.

Suddenly, he couldn’t maintain his composure, his eyes widening in alarm.

He instantly beca detached from the current scene, with Lin Lulin, Wang Sui, Liu Pan, Huang Xin, etc., all becoming unimportant.

“W-wait…”

Nan Zhubin sharply raised his voice: “Where’s Li Minglu?!”

The voice was almost a scolding, more like a roar, freezing Wang Sui in her tracks, shocked.

“A-A Lu is resting in the consultation room…” She stamred, seemingly trying to regain her composure, “He has a good relationship with you, how could I bring him to discuss refund matters with you…”

Nan Zhubin felt as if a thunderstrike exploded behind him, his hands and feet turning cold all at once.

Then his body moved before his mind, directly pushing Wang Sui aside, and rushed upstairs at his top speed.

It was at this mont that the others in the office slowly began to process what was happening.

Huang Xin glanced at Wang Sui, then at Liu Pan, his eyes widening incredulously: “You left a visitor with depression alone in the consultation room?”

Liu Pan turned pale, unable to respond, then was pushed aside by Huang Xin, who watched his senior brother run upstairs like the wind.

Lin Lulin’s body swayed a mont, experiencing a déjà vu of yesterday’s nightmare.

He forced himself to mutter, “It can’t be, it can’t be that coincidental…”

But then he abruptly heard panicked screams coming up from downstairs.

At this point, there was no room for luck, knowing the situation had to be handled.

“Liu Pan, call security for help!

So go upstairs to prepare to assist, so go downstairs to divert bystanders and stop the shouting, hurry!!”

…

The windows in the university administration building have been specially designed, equipped with special slots to prevent accidental suicides.

This consultation room, especially, having previously witnessed an incident like Chen Jie’s, naturally wouldn’t be lacking in safety asures.

When Nan Zhubin burst in, he felt montarily dazed, as if overwheld by a surge of emotion.

[Emotion Rebalancing]

His expression quickly settled down, instinctively focusing on the only occupied spot in the room.

The window.

The sliding window, about a ter wide, could originally only open halfway; after the special slot design, it could only be opened to a third.

Only less than thirty centiters of width were left open, barely enough to stick your head out when smoking.

But, Li Minglu was different.

Enduring long-term depression, his poor appetite had left him emaciated.

Even wearing a sweater now, his skeletal outline beneath the clothes was rather pronounced.

Moreover, his mind was firmly set.

At that mont, you could see he had moved a chair from the front desk to the windowsill, providing a step for his frail body.

Then his feet, legs, hands, arms, and head were almost squeezing out bit by bit.

His body was covered in dust from the window fra’s grooves, the rough, hard plastic and iron pieces leaving large red marks on his exposed skin.

One streak ran across his forehead, seemingly bleeding.

None of this hindered his actions.

Li Minglu squeezed hard, yet his expression was very calm.

No determination, no grief, no despair, just a calm expression like “I woke up late today, forget about breakfast,” “Let’s try a different way ho after work,” “Have an extra glass of water tonight,” as if making a mundane decision in daily life.

When Nan Zhubin saw Li Minglu, he was already astride the window fra, half of his body had protruded outside.

Because his head was wider than his body, he got sowhat stuck.

But with movents that felt no pain, in a few more seconds, he’d be completely out.

[Made it in ti!]

Nan Zhubin didn’t relax the slightest.

He had just entered, still a room diagonal distance away from Li Minglu, over ten ters.

Rushing forward now might alarm Li Minglu, reinforcing his suicidal intent.

A depression patient who feels no pain could definitely endure having his face scraped by the window fra and still squeeze out.

This was an urgent—suicide crisis intervention!

So what must be done first now?

[Attract the person’s attention!]

Though many thoughts crossed his mind, in the most rational state after [Emotion Rebalancing], only a little ti actually passed outside.

Nan Zhubin made a decisive decision.

He kept his sprinting speed but deliberately let his body lose balance.

Then, he slamd hard into the door fra.

[It really hurts!]

He deliberately let out a loud scream of pain: “Ahh!”