Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

Chapter 277 Case Study... Archived successfully?
Faced with Dr. Chen's self-reproachful account.

Nan Zhuren paused for a moment.

Finally, I gave it a "support" rating.

“I usually wouldn’t say that in a psychological counseling session.”

Nan Zhuren organized his thoughts: "Although I just mentioned some of Xiao Jie's 'problems,' these problems are actually quite common in China."

“Almost all teenagers will experience various problems due to their families. These problems either go unnoticed or unacknowledged, or they seek help but fail to receive proper intervention. Ultimately, these problems will accompany them throughout their lives.”

"But, as I said at the beginning, you are actually better than 99 percent of the fathers I know. At least—from beginning to end, Xiao Jie has always regarded you as a role model."

"Xiao Jie's problem... shouldn't have ended like this."

"It was Lin Lilin who caused the whole thing to spiral out of control!"

……

Although I have said this before.

But it is still necessary to say it again at this moment.

Information of the same nature, appearing at different moments in a conversation, can have different effects.

When this word "support" appears at the beginning of the conversation, it serves as a prelude, giving Dr. Chen some basic strength to receive the information that follows.
Nan Zhuren then pointed out Chen Jie's "problem," which, while answering Dr. Chen's doubts, still inevitably left Dr. Chen with a lingering shadow in his heart.
If the word "support" appears again at this moment, it might help to pull Dr. Chen out of his heavy mood somewhat.

However, that's all Nan Zhuren can do.

How much Dr. Chen can recover his emotions, and what state of mind he will maintain after this conversation, depends entirely on his own adjustment.

If problems persist, then it's time to seek professional psychological counseling.

……

After accepting Nan Zhuren's "support," Dr. Chen did not respond further.

Nan Zhuren then concluded his conversation, which had seemed both like interference and a friend's comfort. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Weng Pingting remained silent, as if by unspoken agreement, but slowed the car down further to make the ride smoother for everyone inside.

until.

"squeak--"

My body felt a slight jerk, my back floated off the chair back, and then slowly leaned back.

The car stopped.

“We’ve arrived,” Weng Pingting said.

Nan Zhuren opened the car door, and what appeared before him was a three-story villa.

From his vantage point, one can see the greyish-white exterior walls paired with dark brown wooden latticework, and the sloping roof covered with dark grey tiles. In front, there's a small courtyard paved with bluestone slabs, a cast-iron gate with hydrangea bushes, and a semi-open garage.

It certainly can't compare to the old Western-style houses and villas in TV dramas. In terms of size, it's more like a refined, enlarged version of a self-built rural villa, or a small detached house in Europe or America.

But the fact that this small villa is located in the suburbs of Jiangdu raises some questions.

If Nan Zhuren remembers correctly, this location is only an hour's subway commute from the city center.

Nan Zhuren slowly turned his head: "...Your home?"

Weng Pingting nodded matter-of-factly: "When Howard persuaded me to come here, I planned to stay in Jiangdu for a long time, so I was thinking of investing in a property. Then I happened to meet Xiaojia—I have to say it again, she is really knowledgeable about the real estate industry in Jiangdu."

"I guess I was lucky. When I came across this house, the original owner was planning to settle abroad, so they were selling it at a reduced price. Xiaojia and I each chipped in a little money to buy it, making sure our assets were healthy." "But we didn't think too much about it when we bought it, and now it's inconvenient to sell it. We can't go back to Beidu either, so we can only continue to develop in Jiangdu."

Nan Zhuren nodded solemnly.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Weng Pingting's words seem to be complaining.

But after buying a villa while ensuring her assets are healthy, she still started her own psychological counseling studio... This senior sister is more capable than I imagined.

Is it too late to bring up the matter of borrowing money now?

"Wait a minute..." Nan Zhuren suddenly realized a blind spot, "Xiao Jia also bought this villa?"

Does that mean Lu Jia also lives here?
Weng Pingting scoffed, "Otherwise what? Do you think I would let you move in while I'm living alone? Not only you, but my junior brother will also be temporarily housed here when he comes from Beidu later."

The senior sister patted Nan Zhuren on the shoulder with a hearty laugh: "Don't worry, there are plenty of guest rooms. We could even take over the entire research group without any problem."

Nan Zhuren nodded blankly, feeling that something was not quite right.

Ado.

Weng Pingting helped Nan Zhuren take out his luggage. Although Dr. Chen still seemed to be deep in thought, he also helped Nan Zhuren move.

During this process, Weng Pingting asked Nan Zhuren one more question.

"Let me ask you one more time, are you sure you want to stay in Jiangdu for Li Minglu? Whether from a learning perspective or a project perspective, it would be a better choice for you to go to Beidu first and join the professor's research group."

Nan Zhuren nodded without any hesitation.

Li Minglu's case has not yet been archived, and I haven't received the corresponding advanced training in psychological techniques.

Weng Pingting thought that Nan Zhuren was simply being responsible to the visitors and wanted to see things through to the end; although she didn't agree with it rationally, she looked at Nan Zhuren with more approval.

"I was right to recommend you to the teacher." She patted Nan Zhuren's shoulder hard.

Nan Zhuren smiled in agreement, about to say something.

Suddenly, he paused, as if he vaguely sensed something changing.

Nan Zhuren was very familiar with this feeling.

This happened once... during Chen Ting's [Case Archive]!

Nan Zhuren blinked. Had some kind of psychological miracle happened to Li Minglu?
【……wrong!】

Nan Zhuren suddenly looked up and stared in one direction.

There, Dr. Chen was putting down Nan Zhuren's luggage and letting out a long sigh of relief.

A strange sense of relaxation appeared on his face, as if he had finally figured something out and was able to unload the heavy burden he had been carrying for so long.

"Teacher Nan." Feeling Nan Zhuren's gaze, Dr. Chen smiled.

He seemed to have been preparing his words for a long time. He quickly stepped forward, then stopped a step away from Nan Zhuren, and said softly:
"Thank you, Teacher Nan."

“Back then, Xiao Jie jumped off a building in front of me, and I couldn’t save her… This incident had a great impact on me.”

"I couldn't even save my own daughter, I don't even know how she got sick—with this thought, with this self-blame, I can't face other patients."

Dr. Chen breathed a sigh of relief: "But now, I feel different."

(End of this chapter)