Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

"If possible, could you tell me what you’re thinking right now?" Nan Zhubin said softly.

The visitor was silent for two seconds, "...Are you asking about the details of the incident?"

Nan Zhubin replied, "If you want to talk about that, you can."

Inhale—Exhale—

The visitor’s nostrils flared twice, then shook his head, "I can’t say."

Watching the visitor close his eyes, the muscles in his cheeks became prominent.

Nan Zhubin tried to keep his tone gentle, "I understand. After all, something like this has happened."

The visitor didn’t want to talk, but as a consultant, Nan Zhubin needed to guide the visitor in gradually releasing emotions.

After all, this counseling session was already close to crisis intervention.

"When did this happen?"

The visitor took a deep breath, "Four days ago."

"Hmm, not long ago." Nan Zhubin gently pressed his lips together, adjusting his expression.

"How is your daughter now?"

This question made the visitor shiver.

"She’s only eight, she doesn’t understand anything... She doesn’t understand what this means. But she’s very scared and can’t sleep at night."

"I understand, I understand." Nan Zhubin said softly, "When something like this happens, the child is directly hurt."

"But after the incident, the pressure is often greater on us adults."

The visitor shivered again.

"How is your wife?"

The visitor took a deep breath, "She... doesn’t dare go outside and just cries all day. My parents too, they came to my home to accompany my child and wife. Other things, external matters, I’m the one dealing with them now."

"But the boy... he’s only thirteen, they say it’s hard to convict him... I’ve been running around everywhere for days. I don’t know what to do, I can’t sleep, I don’t know..."

In just a few words, the visitor’s emotions were like a floodgate opening, already unstoppable.

"Sigh..."

Nan Zhubin sighed, rarely doing this directly during counseling.

He made his tone and expression become one, "It sounds like you’ve been running all over recently, never giving yourself a break."

"...Yes."

"I understand, facing such a big issue, as a father, a husband, you’re the pillar of the family, you have to solve it."

"But the incident itself has wounded you as much as it has your wife, your parents, and even your child."

"But you haven’t had much time for yourself to process those emotions; you have to comfort your family and handle the aftermath, and may even face unsatisfying outcomes..."

"That’s right, that’s right—exactly!" The visitor interrupted Nan Zhubin.

He completely lost control, "My daughter is only eight, eight years old. This happened right in our community, right in the community."

"But... this incident just happened, it happened!"

"I don’t know what to do in the future, what my daughter will do in the future, what our family will do in the future?!"

"I..."

The visitor’s body began to tremble.

A man in his thirties, just like that, collapsed and began to cry in front of Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin sighed.

This is yet another criminal case.

But facing the victim’s family.

Nan Zhubin showed a completely different state than he had that morning or in previous days.

He didn’t use any emotion soothing techniques and barely spoke. He relied solely on the purest forms of Empathy and Support, even abandoning Positive Attention.

He simply turned the consulting room into the purest, most primitive space for emotional release.

"Sigh..." Looking at the visitor before him, Nan Zhubin couldn’t help but sigh.