Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 234 - 234 232 Directly Enter Regression

234: Chapter 232: Directly Enter [Regression] 234: Chapter 232: Directly Enter [Regression] “What is this?!”

Since Nan Zhubin arrived, Doctor Chen has been exuding a hard, icy coldness.

But at this mont, after loudly asking this question, Nan Zhubin saw a kind of panic, unease, and even a plea in Doctor Chen’s eyes.

Unfortunately, today Nan Zhubin was not talking in the capacity of a consultant facing a visitor.

So his response would be sowhat rough.

Nan Zhubin said directly, “All this ti, I’ve had a feeling that sothing was off about Chen Jie’s case.

After investigating, I discovered that there was drug misuse at Lin Lulin’s psychiatric clinic.”

Then, Nan Zhubin shook the photos in his hand.

“Lin Lulin fakes the dication accounts for visitors, while keeping a genuine ledger in his possession.

This photo is a secret snapshot of the page on Chen Jie that we took.”

“From this, it’s clear that the dication Chen Jie was on back then was problematic—this is sothing I’m sure as a doctor you can easily recognize.”

…

Doctor Chen’s eyes were sowhat vacant.

His hand stiffly took the printed photo, just holding it in front of his dilated pupils, unsure how much he could really see.

The words spoken by Nan Zhubin, he wasn’t sure how much Doctor Chen could really hear.

“Fake.” Nan Zhubin heard Doctor Chen suddenly mutter softly.

Nan Zhubin frowned, observing Doctor Chen’s expression closely.

Sothing was off.

Nan Zhubin probed, “In all this ti, even though the official report places the main responsibility on , surely you also had doubts about Chen Jie’s case and tried to investigate, right?”

In response to Nan Zhubin, there was still that one phrase: “Fake.”

The tone of this voice carried no judgnt at all, seeming more like mumbling to oneself, rely for self-conviction.

Then, Nan Zhubin watched as Doctor Chen’s once vacant gaze lowered slowly with his head, as if his neck had lost the strength to support, hanging his head like a re connecting point.

Doctor Chen’s entire being seed like a marionette with its strings cut, suddenly collapsing.

At the sa ti, an abnormal blush crept across Doctor Chen’s face.

…

Nan Zhubin took a deep breath.

Could Chen Jie’s father, as a doctor, not see the trickery in his daughter’s death?

Maybe, maybe not.

Doctor Chen might not understand psychology well, perhaps even refuses to understand, but as a doctor, he definitely reviewed the fake dication list Chen Jie had; and after Chen Jie’s accident, he surely must have continually compared the mories of Chen Jie with the fake dication list in his hands.

Whether he could discover objective faults, or subjectively push the responsibility aside, Doctor Chen must have had this thought cross his mind—

“Little Jie, could it have been the dication that went wrong?”

Yet every ti this thought arose, it was subconsciously eliminated by him.

Because—

“I was the one who approached Doctor Liu first, and then he connected with Lin Lulin…”

“Little Jie, it was I who entrusted them with her…”

When a child gets sick, parents can grumble it’s the child’s own fault.

But if it’s a case of betrayal of trust, then there’s no escaping the responsibility.

—And this, in its weight, becos almost the primary responsibility that suffocates.

The blush on Doctor Chen’s face rapidly expanded at a fra skipping speed, quickly adorning all his exposed skin.

“Obvious anger”

Doctor Chen suddenly widened his eyes, ready to shout at Nan Zhubin: “This is fake…”

However, Nan Zhubin was faster.

He had anticipated Doctor Chen’s reaction upon noticing sothing was wrong.

And had prepared a response plan.

“This is real!” Nan Zhubin shouted loudly.

Instantly, it forcibly pressed back Doctor Chen’s yet-to-erupt anger.

“This is evidence I painstakingly obtained from Lin Lulin!”

“While you were imrsed in the sorrow of your daughter’s passing, in avoidance, in escape, I was the one working hard to find out the truth for her!”

“It was , wanting to seek justice for her!”

Nan Zhubin suddenly stood up, his montum imdiately overwhelming Doctor Chen.

“In the beginning, it was you, you all, who ignored Chen Jie, letting her fall ill!”

“After she fell ill, there was neglect, allowing her to worsen!”

“In the end, without discernnt, you personally pushed her into the abyss!”

“It was you!

It was always you!

And you all!”

Nan Zhubin’s face was ferocious.

Doctor Chen was dumbfounded.

Nan Zhubin’s mouth was like a pair of pliers, precisely finding the wounds he wanted to bury; each word he spat moved the pliers, tearing the wound further open.

By now, it was already bloody.

“Anger” is a ans of defense, ant to protect oneself from harm.

But when “anger” instead welcos a heavier blow, Doctor Chen’s instincts promptly redirected his psyche to another side.

…

Doctor Chen appeared alard, retreating continuously until he was tripped by the sofa, falling to a sitting position.

“Trembling, body curled up—afraid.”

“But this fear wasn’t being suppressed, instead, it was being unleashed in utter disorder.”

“One hand held his head, while the other hugged his knees, accompanied by sob-like breathing from his throat.”

“This was—[regression].”

Nan Zhubin nodded internally.

“Regression” is a form of “defense,” occurring when an individual faces a crisis they cannot manage by themselves, resulting in a regression in skills, ntality, or behavior, displaying a posture below their age level.

To put it simply, it’s an adult exhibiting a child-like or even infant-like state.

But much like how Kan Rider Kuuga would revert back to a white initial form when severely injured— “regression” indeed signifies the visitor has sustained a “severe injury,” but at the sa ti, “regression” also helps the visitor enter a rapid self-healing state.

For consultants, this is considered a very successful breakthrough.

The series of “truth-tilting” confrontational accusations by Nan Zhubin wasn’t just to interrupt Doctor Chen’s anger but was also aid at tearing open Doctor Chen’s hidden wounds.

After all, only by exposing the wounds can one find a way to nd them.

Unexpectedly, it was so smooth, directly knocking Doctor Chen into a “regression” state in one go.

Seeing the Doctor Chen in front starting to sob, Nan Zhubin also tempered his expression, crouching down.

After letting Doctor Chen pass through the peak of regression, Nan Zhubin gently patted this middle-aged man’s back with one hand, adjusting his breathing with words.

Nan Zhubin knew.

Once Doctor Chen recovered, it would be the ti for him to accept the truth.

Simultaneously, it would also be the mont for Nan Zhubin to reveal his true purpose today.