"Among the visitors referred from the teacher’s clinic, a few were transferred via the school’s Psychological Consultation Center, so... they might have records at the center!"
Although Huang Xin’s shaky rationale wanted to conceal it.
But under another wave of psychological onslaught from Nan Zhubin, this information was easily obtained.
"The Psychological Consultation Center? Was this after I was expelled?"
Huang Xin nodded with difficulty, looking like he had just been fished out of water: "Yes."
Nan Zhubin glanced at him.
Sure enough, there were still those with psychological professionalism who, under my initial onslaught, still had the will to resist.
When carrying a secret, throwing out a lighter one to confuse the hunter can prevent them from chasing the deeply buried, important secrets.
Like a lizard losing its tail.
Fortunately, Nan Zhubin’s [Micro-expression Analysis] was constantly monitoring Huang Xin, and unfortunately for Huang Xin, a baseline of his expressions had already been established by Nan Zhubin.
This was what led to him being completely devoured by Nan Zhubin.
Nan Zhubin squinted his eyes one last time: "Is there anything about me, the case, and the teacher’s psychological clinic that I don’t know?"
Huang Xin’s reaction was two whole beats slow before he shook his head: "No more."
Nan Zhubin had obtained enough information.
Although the entire storyline was still shrouded in mist, at least there was a new direction for exploration.
The battlefield here was concluded.
Nan Zhubin glanced at the clock on the wall as if only now realizing the passage of time and turned his head toward Big Nose junior, who had been sitting quietly for an unknown period.
"Do you have any more experiment participants coming today?"
Big Nose junior, who had witnessed the entire conversation, looked bewildered. His reaction was a whole three beats slow before he responded as if suddenly waking up from a dream:
"Um... three more participants, the next one will probably arrive in about... fifteen minutes."
"Good," nodded Nan Zhubin, reaching out to pat Small Eyes on the shoulder, "then we mustn’t keep the participants waiting."
Nan Zhubin could feel that the soft flesh under his palm tensed and trembled the instant it made contact.
Leaving those words behind, Nan Zhubin strode out of the laboratory, quietly closing the door with a soft "click."
His footsteps faded away down the hallway beyond the laboratory door.
Huang Xin’s body swayed, and he collapsed onto the sofa.
Big Nose junior, as if waking from a dream, looked at Huang Xin with suspicion: "Senior, I didn’t know any of this before... regarding Senior Zhuren, is it true?"
Big Nose junior paused, then asked: "And the psychological clinic you were talking about, is it...?"
Huang Xin tilted his head to look at Big Nose junior, his answer cutting him off.
Nan Zhubin left the laboratory building.
Clouds covered the sun in the sky.
But fortunately, the air was still relatively clean and dry.
Nan Zhubin reviewed today’s gains in his mind and considered subsequent actions.
"Jiang University’s Psychological Consultation Center?"
Since the growing emphasis on students’ mental health in the country, primary and secondary schools have started equipping themselves with psychological teachers, and even mental health education project teams.
Their effectiveness aside, at least the groundwork has been laid.
In universities, "consultation rooms" have gradually upgraded to "Mental Health Centers" or "Psychological Consultation Centers," setting up dedicated administrative teams for managing and intervening in psychological health crises among university students.
In universities like Jiang, which already had significant capabilities in psychology, the strengths of their Mental Health Centers are naturally impressive.
Nan Zhubin had previously spent some time at the university’s Psychological Center, accumulating initial consultation hours as a student part-time consultant.
Consider it familiar territory.
This is why Nan Zhubin once considered offering free consultations at Jiang University’s Psychological Consultation Center to accumulate consultation hours for himself, and even discussed this plan with Weng Pinting.
And now, he had one more task for the Psychological Consultation Center — gathering information.
"But before that, I need a direction — for instance, finding out the name of the psychological clinic."
That Huang Xin, as a participant, didn’t know the clinic’s name was somewhat unexpected, but understandable.
But sometimes, looking back, perhaps the clue was already in one’s hand.
It was just that previous concerns made it difficult to make up one’s mind to unearth it, fearing trouble instead of finding a clue.
Now, it was time to start digging.
Nan Zhubin took out his phone and found [Shen Bing], dialing.
Yan Nuo Psychological Consultation Center.
While organizing visitor information and setting up Nan Zhubin’s consultation schedule, Shen Bing sighed deeply.
"The consultation volume has been pretty low recently..." he sighed, "Mr. Nan has passed on too many consultations."
"Though the conversion rate is already very high, it could be even higher."
Several nearby consultation assistants glanced at Shen Bing in disbelief, nearly falling over.
Because with Nan Zhubin, Shen Bing’s bonuses were already among the highest at Yan Nuo!
Yet he was still complaining...
Just as they were about to speak up, Shen Bing’s phone rang.
"Aren’t you on a business trip to Jiang University? What’s up?"
Suddenly, they heard Shen Bing lower his voice. After murmuring a few words, he stood up abruptly.
He looked around furtively before sneaking into an empty consulting room.
Even though there was now no one around, he still spoke in a hushed voice.
"You’re asking if I have Li Minglu’s private contact?"
"Yes," came Nan Zhubin’s voice over the phone.
Instantly, a strange sense of familiarity washed over Shen Bing.
"...No, but I do have his wife’s contact, Wang Sui’s."
Good, that sense of familiarity intensified, and even Nan Zhubin could feel it.
Shen Bing took a deep breath, speaking with caution: "Mr. Nan, do you need me to pass Wang Sui’s contact to you?"
This was a breach of protocol, yet Shen Bing felt oddly adept.
"...No need, just contact them for me; there’s something I want to know."
Shen Bing breathed a sigh of relief.
This was indeed a reasonable procedure, consultants often reaching out to clients or their families to understand details when formulating intervention plans.
[But why, although Mr. Nan was doing a reasonable, within-the-rules action, did it suddenly feel so rare?]
"Please ask them what name their previous psychological clinic was known by?"
Shen Bing was taken aback: "Wasn’t it written in the dossier?"
"No, the dossier only mentioned Jiang University Affiliated Hospital, and later transfers relied on Jiang University’s support."
Shen Bing sensed something amiss, yet agreed.
Nan Zhubin waited for a short while.
Soon, Shen Bing’s response came through V Chat.
[The full name is ’Jiangdu Liu Lin Psychological Clinic’].