Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 871: 707: An Opportunity Delivered

Capítulo 871: Chapter 707: An Opportunity Delivered

Director Xing said, raising his hand to pat the shoulder of the man in work attire.

His enormous red nose appeared even more vivid under the eting room lights: “Teacher Nan, situations like Old Zhuang’s are not uncommon in my departnt.”

“We’ve organized this EAP salon precisely to solve the real problems of our employees, haven’t we? Old Zhuang’s insomnia, while not major, isn’t trivial either. Over ti, it might wear down his health, which is a minor issue, but it could delay work and affect team morale, which is a significant matter. I’ve been troubled by it for a while.”

“If possible, could you help Old Zhuang on the spot and perhaps provide so advice to others in our departnt as well?”

His gaze was fixed on Nan Zhubin, and although his words were polite, his body language was entirely imposing.

His lack of height sowhat diminished the intimidating effect.

The audience, who had just settled down, started discussing quietly again.

But soon, they regained composure, and all eyes were more focused than ever.

Words might carry implicit anings and require consideration—but so obvious appearances cannot lie. The dark circles under the eyes of the man in work attire were so heavy they seed like they were painted with ink, visibly showing signs of harsh, sleepless nights.

The master’s degree holders and the two consultants from the EAP Project Team couldn’t help but feel uneasy again; today’s salon was truly full of unexpected incidents.

With Teacher Nan’s work ability and experience, he shouldn’t be easily manipulated, right? He shouldn’t—

“I apologize, due to our ti constraints today, we will have to focus primarily on [OH Cards] in our schedule.” Nan Zhubin said with a smile.

The EAP Project Team breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Teacher Nan didn’t take the bait.

The director with the red nose flared his large nostrils, preparing to press further.

“—But if it’s possible, you could briefly tell about your issue, and I’ll try to help you adjust your state a bit on the spot,” Nan Zhubin said with a smile.

“Of course, after today’s salon ends, you can co to the EAP office when you have ti. We can conduct a detailed psychological evaluation, including your work stressors, sleep patterns, cognitive state, and then devise a long-term healing and adjustnt plan.”

“Improving insomnia requires a process, with long-term psychological counseling, stress relief, and so simple behavioral interventions needed to fundantally solve the problem. Otherwise, it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause.”

Nan Zhubin accepted the challenge.

…

Nan Zhubin didn’t find the current situation an “accident.”

After all, his purpose today was not just to “complete a salon,” but aid at achieving a deeper goal.

And for his deeper purpose, the man in work attire in front of him was an opportunity.

Even the director with the red nose was part of this “opportunity.”

The man in work attire hesitated for a mont after hearing Nan Zhubin’s words.

“Old Zhuang, speak up if you have any issues.” The director with the red nose encouraged, giving the man’s shoulder another hearty pat.

The man in work attire hesitated a mont, under the differing encouraging gazes from Nan Zhubin and the director, and said tentatively, “I… just have insomnia at night.”

“Currently, I go to bed around eleven every day, intending to sleep… because I’m very busy during the day, and my body feels awful due to lack of sleep. My head feels heavy, and occasionally it aches or feels stiff. I know I need more sleep.”

“But… when I lay in bed at night, I can’t help but think about many things, like work, life, things I didn’t do well in the past, and things I want to do in the future…”

“Thinking like this, even if I keep my eyes closed, I can’t fall asleep. Then I get up occasionally to drink water, go to the bathroom, check my phone, or do sothing else, which makes even more ‘energetic’… No, I shouldn’t say ‘energetic.’

The man spoke sowhat ambiguously.

“It’s just… I know I’m exhausted, my brain is foggy, but I can’t help wanting to keep my eyes open. The more I want to sleep, the harder it is to fall asleep. But during the day…”

At this point, he discreetly glanced at the director with the red nose beside him.

“…Of course, even when I try to rest during the day, I mostly can’t sleep. It’s mostly for the sa reason—thinking about work. At most, I can sleep a little after lunch during break…” he added.

“All in all, on workdays, I can probably sleep well for about four hours a day… Then, when I have a day off on Sunday, I lie in bed all day, sleeping on and off to regain so energy… but still not well.”

He spoke intermittently, as if even thinking required all his effort.

The man in work attire thought for a mont, then nodded in conclusion: “That’s probably the gist of it; it’s been going on for almost two months. Overall, it’s just really uncomfortable.”

The eting room was filled with a sound resembling light drizzle.

Accompanied by occasional nodding, it seed that many shared similar states, just not as severe or prolonged as the man’s.

At this mont, most of the attention on the man shifted to Nan Zhubin.

There was silence.

With anticipation for Nan Zhubin’s response. The director with the red nose wasn’t wrong—many wanted to know how to improve this situation.

Nan Zhubin thought for a mont and then spoke his first sentence: “You’ve described it rather simply, but I generally understand the problems you’re facing now—still, as I ntioned, to thoroughly improve this situation, you’d better co to our office after today’s salon.”