Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 878 - 710: Nan Zhubin Says Psychology Has No Mind Reading Technique_2

It wasn't until now that the other party finally had a motive to engage in a deep conversation with me as a consultant.

But to be safe—

"It's okay, sometimes we might not even grasp our own thoughts, but our body movements and language can reflect our inner feelings first."

"That's why you've created a unique sorting and interpretation of these three cards."

Nan Zhubin looked at the director with an alcoholic nose and said, "We can look at the cards again and really feel them."

Nan Zhubin's voice was extremely steady, and he began to lower his voice.

Silently, it seemed an invisible power enveloped the director with an alcoholic nose.

—[Emotional Infection].

The ability seldom used was now back online.

During a normal counseling process, Nan Zhubin rarely deliberately uses his own emotions to infect the visitor.

On one hand, the emotions that the visitor needs might not be in sync with Nan Zhubin's current emotions, and using [Emotional Infection] might be counterproductive;

On the other hand, "letting the visitor experience the process of emotional change" is also part of psychological healing, using [Emotional Infection] to forcibly change the visitor's current emotions is somewhat like forcing growth.

Not only [Emotional Infection], Nan Zhubin has concerns about many of the abilities he has now gained, so he rarely uses them during consultations.

Unless encountering an emergency situation.

Like now.

Nan Zhubin looked at the director with an alcoholic nose: "Now look at this card, do you have any other feelings?"

At this moment, Nan Zhubin's emotions were like a high-achieving high school student facing the end-of-month exams.

Calmness—this was the main tone of his current emotion.

But within the calmness, there was a touch of exploration, a touch of seriousness.

These spreading emotions silently permeated the director with an alcoholic nose, slowly unraveling his defenses.

The ice-breaking prelude of professional abilities, combined with that final push of special abilities.

The director with an alcoholic nose finally began to earnestly examine the card in his hand, and then his gaze began to lose focus.

This change in temperament could be seen by even the most unprofessional onlookers in the audience.

Not to mention professionals.

"Hiss..." Shi Chuxin bit the back of his teeth.

The person in the audience who openly and covertly belittled the EAP project, even directly going on stage to find fault, now began to look like a true visitor.

…

"I placed this card in 'the past'..."

After a while, the director with an alcoholic nose slowly said.

"...Yes, because it reminded me of something that happened before. I feel this card resembles my mentality back then, or resembles the whole of me at that time."

Nan Zhubin nodded and guided, "How long ago was the event you are referring to?"

"About ten years ago," the director with an alcoholic nose answered simply.

"Were you working here then?" Nan Zhubin asked deliberately.

"No, it was at a small company... I'd only been out of college for about two years—just a rookie in the workforce, having not long become a programmer." The director with an alcoholic nose replied.

Asking one question and answering another, this was because the visitor's thinking had not yet been opened.

Nan Zhubin tested little by little, using simple questions to gradually widen the outlet for thought outpouring.

"You feel that this card resembles your whole self back then, in what way?"

"At that time... I often walked alone on the road. Although there might have been many things around while walking, I felt it was very monotonous." Saying this, the director with an alcoholic nose raised the card in his hand, "Just like what's on this card."

Nan Zhubin thought the timing was about right: "Could you tell me what happened at that time?"

The director with an alcoholic nose took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

With that movement, the flood of venting could no longer be suppressed.

"I was then at a small company... studying IT was profitable but overtime was severe, the smaller the company, the harsher the overtime, labor laws and such were just decorations..."

This complaint resonated slightly with the employees below while causing some of the fellow mid-level managers to furrow their brows.

Normally, such complaints would never come from the director with an alcoholic nose.

"At that time, my company had an urgent project to launch, all programmers were working non-stop, I stayed up three consecutive nights without shut-eye."

The director with an alcoholic nose's tone started to drift: "On the early morning of the third day, my legs were weak, and finally the project was completed."

"At that time... it should have been four am, I came out of the company and there wasn't a soul on the street, nor any cars." The director with an alcoholic nose looked sentimental, "Those street lights... stretched my shadow long and lonely."

Remembering so many details, the impression was indeed profound.

But Nan Zhubin looked at the expression of the director with an alcoholic nose, feeling the emotions contained in his story should be more complex than mere "sentimentality".

He thought for a moment and asked, "It sounds like the incident at the time made a deep impression on you."

"So, do you remember what you were thinking as you walked down the street at that time?"

Faced with this question, the director with an alcoholic nose was silent for a moment.

Though he didn't speak, the expression on his face visibly sank.

"At that time... I was a bit sad and a bit scared."

Nan Zhubin [repeated]: "Sad? Scared?"

These emotions were subtle, but they didn't quite match the scene described by the director with an alcoholic nose at the moment.

There is a deeper story.

"Yes, sad and scared."

Once memories begin to surge, they can't be repressed, the director with an alcoholic nose shifted a bit, feeling as if there was just him and the consultant in the meeting room—perhaps not even a "person" but just a "tree hole" for venting.

Only himself devoid of distractions remained in the meeting room.

"At that time, we'd actually been working overtime for a long time, basically leaving work only at night every day, often all-nighters, only that night was particularly late which made me so sentimental. Also..."

The director with an alcoholic nose took a deep breath: "There was a colleague I was close with, an elder, sort of a mentor... and on the day before, they collapsed from exhaustion."

"I was also thinking of another colleague, he fought harder than me, fell three days earlier with acute pancreatitis and was sent to ICU."

His voice trembled slightly.

"The word 'pancreas' feels unfamiliar, and 'itis' seems a normal condition."

Someone couldn't resist their curiosity, searched online for related information, glanced at it and couldn't resist exclaiming in a low voice.

Nan Zhubin showed a concerned expression: "He was sent to ICU? It sounds... very serious."

"It was very serious." The director with an alcoholic nose nodded firmly, his voice hoarse: "After my project was completed, the company finally gave us a day off, I directly went to the hospital to visit him."

"At that time... he had many tubes attached, couldn't speak. His wife sat at the door, constantly crying, I didn't even dare to go in."

Nan Zhubin listened quietly, waiting for him to calm down before softly asking: "Then, what happened to that colleague?"

"He left... or rather, he was persuaded to leave."

The director with an alcoholic nose said: "Or more bluntly, he was fired."

"It was considered a workplace injury, so the company did organize a visit. But since he needed hospitalization and recuperation after discharge, the company doesn't keep idle people, so they fired him."

"Of course, the company announced that he voluntarily resigned due to his health considerations, but I knew it was just pretty words to keep other employees calm, he was fired."

The director with an alcoholic nose said lightly.

As soon as this was said, an uproar rose from the audience.

Several mid-level managers, especially the HR director, couldn't help but furrow their brows.