Capítulo 670: Chapter 601: Thanks to Captain Li for His Help

The consultants exchanged glances, none daring to take on that responsibility.

The teacher with dark rings pondered for a while, eventually muttering to himself, “This person is definitely not quite normal.”

No consultant echoed this evaluation.

Meanwhile, a consultant nearby wondered aloud, “Did he just go directly without carefully examining the files or digesting the information first?”

This question still went unanswered.

Everyone fell into a strange silence.

One consultant glanced at the box Captain Li had just sat on.

After a series of somewhat unreasonable events, Nan Zhubin’s mildly out-of-the-ordinary actions seemed to fall back within everyone’s range of acceptance, deemed unworthy of questioning.

…

Elsewhere, Nan Zhubin was escorted by staff to the door of the intervention target’s room.

After finally flipping through the files to confirm the information, Nan Zhubin extended his hand.

Knock, knock, knock—

Knocking on the door.

Because this was on someone else’s turf, Nan Zhubin was performing psychological intervention rather than psychotherapy in the strictest sense. Therefore, Nan Zhubin was not waiting in the consultation room for the visitor to arrive; instead, he had “arrived” himself.

Without the help of consultation assistants, many tasks required Nan Zhubin’s direct action.

If it were a young consultant who had just graduated or only worked for a few months, they’d likely become tense immediately.

But Nan Zhubin—actually found it somewhat refreshing.

He waited silently at the door for a while, but no one replied.

Nan Zhubin contemplated briefly, ready to knock again, when a staff nearby reminded, “Teacher Nan, there’s nobody inside…”

Hmm?

Nan Zhubin paused his action.

The staff hurriedly explained, “It’s like this, Old Li is still working… We’re notifying him to come and find you, so please wait a bit longer.”

Oh, some misunderstanding occurred during the last consultation with Li Lingling, leading Nan Zhubin to believe the staff requiring intervention operated in that format.

Nan Zhubin blinked, thanked the staff, and proceeded to push the door open.

In front was a small single-person office, very basic; most of the office furnishings had been relocated elsewhere, presumably to maximize utility.

Conversely, various rarely used materials were piled here, evidently used as storage space.

Aside from these materials, the remaining setup featured a desk and two chairs around it.

Nan Zhubin suspected that these three remaining props were temporarily moved here specifically to accommodate his psychological intervention.

[Too unprofessional.] Nan Zhubin sighed inwardly.

“Please make sure no one comes in to access these,” Nan Zhubin pointed at the items stacked in the corner, then outside the door, “and try to minimize external noise interference.”

The staff quickly nodded in agreement.

Nan Zhubin then entered, opened the window for ventilation, drew the curtains back to brighten the room, and rearranged the materials to maximize space in the consultation room.

Finally, he repositioned the chairs to a side-to-side setting, reducing the confrontational sense possibly arising during the forthcoming conversation.

[This is barely acceptable.] Nan Zhubin sighed.

Limited conditions, understandable.

Then, Nan Zhubin picked up two bottles of mineral water, placing one at the visitor’s seat and opening the other for a sip himself.

He opened the visitor’s file, his eyes losing focus.

[Flow State]

In the quickest manner, he reviewed the visitor’s condition once more.

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[Name: Li Ming

Age: 35

Position: Coordinator

Mental Status: This individual has frequently experienced insomnia, anxiety, irritability over the past two weeks; often quarrels with the Materials Coordination Center, firmly believing a superior or parallel department is systematically withholding or delaying vital rescue materials for their affected region. Regularly overworks, redundantly verifying unnecessary data, causing conflicts in meetings repeatedly.

Initial Analysis: The individual is ideologically firm, shows a serious work attitude, maintains good personal life conduct, possibly developing psychological issues due to post-disaster work pressure; requests psychological expert intervention.

…]

…

The remaining file content covers educational background and other family member information.

Psychologically speaking, the file is extremely concise, even sparse.

Considering the file was compiled by non-psychology personnel temporarily in charge of this task, it’s barely understandable.

Using the limited information, Nan Zhubin tried hypothesizing the possible causes of the visitor’s issues, preparing to verify during the consultation later.

Of course, this doesn’t mean Nan Zhubin is “preconceiving” the visitor’s issues; it’s merely to enhance consultation efficiency. If the visitor’s problem lies outside Nan Zhubin’s hypothesis, naturally, the visitor’s pace will lead.

Before long.

“Knock, knock, knock—”

The sound of knocking on the door.

“Come in,” Nan Zhubin called out.

The door clicked open, revealing a man bundled with exhaustion and chill.

Matching the file, a man in his thirties, though appearing nearly forty, emphasized by dark eye circles, filthy skin, and unkempt stubble.

Meanwhile, bloodshot eyes glared customarily, his jacket adorned everywhere with dried or newly soaked mud.

Upon entering, his brows were already furrowed, deepening further upon seeing Nan Zhubin’s face.

“Hello.”

After habitually polite greetings, he scanned the room’s environment without removing his jacket, directly seating himself in the only chair inside.