Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 830: 686: The Post-Consultation Ritual of Rejoicing

Capítulo 830: Chapter 686: The Post-Consultation Ritual of Rejoicing a Little (Part 2)

On Nan Zhubin’s computer screen, one character after another continuously appeared and connected into sentences, then disappeared line by line, like a waterfall curtain refreshing in large swathes.

Mo Kai struggled to notice—his reading speed didn’t seem to match his senior’s typing speed!

He knew Nan Zhubin had a great mory and was extrely detailed in compiling verbatim case transcripts.

But didn’t his senior need to take short naps after typing for a while? Like taking a break to cool off after ntal exertion, there used to be intermissions!

Now, why isn’t there a pause?

And it’s getting faster!

Mo Kai instinctively ran his brain at full capacity, desperately trying to keep up with Nan Zhubin’s output on the computer.

But after a while, he finally couldn’t help but speak: “Senior… slow down a bit, slow down, I’m a little…”

“Can’t handle this speed?” Nan Zhubin suddenly replied.

The master’s junior sister at the front desk imdiately turned her head at the noise.

Nan Zhubin glanced at Mo Kai but didn’t say a word.

Although the typing speed was still rapid, if you listened closely, the stormy keyboard sounds indeed slightly eased.

His hand movents really slowed down a bit, gentler than before.

Mo Kai finally found ti to take a breath.

Although the current speed was still hard to bear, he could finally spare so energy to think, to slowly savor it.

Suddenly, Chonghui, who had just finished his research data work, ca over.

“What’s going on, making such a big scene,” the senior brother said while sipping coffee.

“We’re organizing the verbatim transcript of the earlier visitor,” Nan Zhubin said without lifting his head.

“Oh, let take a look at what’s… happening.”

As the project team senior, Chonghui was within the confidentiality agreent’s stipulated range, so there was no evasion.

Then, as his body’s power surged to his brain, his body gradually lost control and stiffened.

—Fast, too fast.

If soone outside the circle looked at Nan Zhubin’s screen, they might feel dizzy and quickly avert their eyes to do their own thing.

But Chonghui was a pretty good interdiate consultant, so once he saw the characters on the screen clearly, he instinctively began absorbing and understanding the information.

It was like two martial arts masters exchanging palms, exerting techniques would bind each other firmly.

However, Chonghui’s ability was much better than Mo Kai’s, allowing him to watch while still having the strength to sip coffee.

Then, at that mont, Nan Zhubin slightly distracted, looked up and glanced at Chonghui.

Then, slightly accelerated.

Clatter, clatter, clatter—

Chonghui’s hand holding the coffee instantly stiffened.

Mo Kai’s expression twisted as if using facial muscles to compensate for brain power, even clenching his molars.

Senior, you’ve sped up again…

The two of them stood frozen, unwilling to avert their gaze from Nan Zhubin’s computer screen.

Others in the office witnessed the scene, scratching their heads curiously.

But Nan Zhubin had just ntioned—he was organizing the visitor’s verbatim transcript.

Except for Chonghui and Mo Kai, anyone else sticking their heads in would truly be intrusive.

Clatter, clatter, clatter—

Who knows how long it went on at such a speed.

—Clap!

Nan Zhubin finally hit the last character, leaning back.

Whew—

Mo Kai and Chonghui exhaled deeply, their bodies leaning back abruptly.

Even with slight panting.

Originally intending just to glance and get a general idea, they ended up stuck there reading the entire verbatim transcript.

Nan Zhubin turned to his assisting junior brother and senior brother, allowing a slight smile before quickly suppressing it.

He stood up deliberately and said in an official tone: “Xiao Kai, help organize this verbatim transcript, checking for typos, within an hour we’ll do a review and file a case conceptualization within the consultant just now.”

“—Xiao Kai?”

Mo Kai, slightly distracted from brain overload, finally responded after strong prompting from Nan Zhubin: “Oh—okay!”

Nan Zhubin nodded and, sowhat delightedly, stretched his long-sitting body and typing fingers.

Turned and left.

…

An hour later, Mo Kai found no typos.

Nan Zhubin’s accuracy was terrifyingly high.

With ample ti, Mo Kai had pre-read the verbatim transcript several tis.

The two quickly settled in the consultation room where they’d just worked with Chen Lizhou.

Despite the confidentiality rules and the small office size, this was the only place for a review.

But Nan Zhubin had just turned on the computer, retrieving the organized verbatim transcript.

Knock, knock, knock—

There was a knock on the door.

Mo Kai stepped forward, unlocking the door, revealing Chonghui’s face.

“Mind if I join the review?” The senior brother smiled at the two juniors inside.

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow: “Aren’t you in charge of other project work? What sparked your interest in consultation this ti?”

“Reading your verbatim transcript earlier, seems like a case worth learning from…”

Since Chonghui requested, Nan Zhubin wouldn’t exclude him.

Chonghui had even brought a chair with him. Seeing this, Mo Kai quickly and sensibly vacated the spot closer to Nan Zhubin’s computer.

“No need, don’t move,” Chonghui gestured, finding a place to sit himself.

After a brief interlude, the case review began.

Nan Zhubin scrolled the mouse, bringing the verbatim transcript file to the start, and calmly began analyzing: “Visitor Chen Lizhou, 36 years old, Tech Sales Director at a software company. His wife died unexpectedly from acute myocardial infarction a month ago, leaving behind an eight-year-old daughter.”

“Visitor’s main complaint was participating in the company’s EAP arrangent, proving he was fine and unaffected at work.”

Nan Zhubin paused: “But based on my judgnt, his deeper issue is dealing with ‘bystander’ feelings and emotional numbness after his wife’s death—in other words, he’s not ‘fine’.”

Chonghui nodded slightly, while Mo Kai leaned toward the computer.

Nan Zhubin continued: “When I saw the file given by Sister Shi Chuxin, I thought it was the issue of post-bereavent adaptation disorder, possibly accompanied by so anxiety.”

“But it wasn’t that straightforward.”

Nan Zhubin assud a reflective expression: “Upon entering, he had no emotional setup, simply reporting his wife’s death in a steady pace as if recounting soone else’s story—fast and orderly, with almost no emotional fluctuation. Observe this record—”

Saying this, Nan Zhubin pointed to the computer screen.

Chonghui and Mo Kai followed his direction.

[Visitor: My wife… The doctor said she felt little pain when she passed, acute myocardial infarction, hit suddenly.]

[…]

Nan Zhubin not only recorded the visitor’s words verbatim, but even noted his judgnt on the micro expressions.

Nan Zhubin remarked: “While saying this, his eyebrow edges, breathing rhythm, and the areas around his eyes showed no significant change, only a brief tug at the corner of his mouth.”

“And this sole tug at the mouth—deliberate.”

Mo Kai had noted many questions while reading the transcript and couldn’t help but ask, taking out his notebook: “Senior, after losing a loved one, everyone reacts differently emotionally, right? Could it be that he is inherently introverted and not skilled at expressing emotions?”