In an instant, it seemed as if a gust of gathered wind surged out from the office through the door opened by Nan Zhubin.
An inexplicable sense of seriousness welled up.
Nan Zhubin looked at the teachers inside the office, one man and four women, a total of five people.
He observed their expressions.
Among them, the four female teachers, after a moment of enjoyment crossed their faces, their expressions quickly changed to be the same as the only male teacher—namely, the teacher in charge of the center.
This expression, Nan Zhubin had seen before on the faces of Weng Pinting and Teacher Hu, it was the "I think something’s wrong with you, and I want to do something about it" expression.
Nan Zhubin pondered for a moment and fully understood why they had this idea.
But just as with facing Weng Pinting, Nan Zhubin did not intend to explain. In such situations, explaining more easily deepens misunderstandings, it can only be corrected with subsequent actions.
Moreover, in a certain sense, having others harbor such thoughts about oneself could make certain actions more convenient.
Of course, the premise is not to be too reckless, further reinforcing their stereotypes of oneself.
"I didn’t expect everyone to be here." Nan Zhubin said.
Hearing Nan Zhubin’s opening pleasantry.
Mr. Bai immediately smiled: "Teacher Li and Teacher Ye just finished class, unlike me who is idle every day."
Nan Zhubin followed with a standard social smile in response to the pleasantry, showing a touch of junior obedience, and nodded.
However, his words did not achieve the expected effect.
Although he learned the surnames of the two new teachers, he still couldn’t connect faces with names, which might cause slight issues later when interacting.
Thus, Nan Zhubin added another pleasantry as he walked inside.
"Still so many classes now? What subjects are they?"
This struck a chord with the young teachers.
Nan Zhubin immediately saw a female teacher, seemingly just graduated from her master’s, aged between 25 to 30, who already bore the class demeanor, complaining:
"Still those messy subjects, Teacher Ye teaches ’Entrepreneurship Guidance’, and I teach Military Theory."
Though it was a complaint, both points stopped short, remaining within the bounds of pleasantries.
Nan Zhubin also used this to clarify everyone’s names, nodded in response while making his way to his workstation.
The four female teachers and one male teacher listened with renewed attention to Nan Zhubin’s tone, their eyes scanning Nan Zhubin’s face, and following his movement, observing his body language.
Two young female teachers lingered particularly long on his face, resulting in less observation of his movements.
But irrespective of how they observed or where, once Nan Zhubin sat down, all five displayed puzzled expressions on their faces.
[Teacher Ye: Doesn’t Mr. Nan appear overly normal?]
[Teacher Li: Did he actually do four consultations back-to-back this afternoon?]
The four teachers looking at the phone screens simultaneously showed puzzled expressions.
[Teacher Xue: It’s true, I’ve been around since he began his first consultation.]
[Teacher Li: Even after just one consultation, my state would be more fractured than his current one.]
[Mr. Bai: After completing two consultations, his state wasn’t as good as now.]
Completing two consultations left him slightly fatigued, yet after two more, he seemed invigorated, what sense does this make?
Is he the one going for the consultation or being consulted?
Even when being consulted, it consumes energy, doesn’t it?
[Teacher Ye: Could it be that the last two were just simple listening consultations?]
[Teacher Li: Not sure.]
[Teacher Xue: It doesn’t make sense, listening for two hours still tires you out, no reason listening would only boost his energy.]
[Teacher Ye: Could it be he has been venting to the visitors, being healed by them instead?]
[Teacher Xue: Thinking like that...isn’t that a bit exaggerated?]
The female teachers looked at Nan Zhubin with some suspicion.
Nan Zhubin calmly sorted materials under these gazes, suddenly.
"The earlier visitor might require a separate file and notification to the college."
The quiet office suddenly filled with sound, startling the center’s responsible teacher, who was hesitating on how to initiate conversation with Nan Zhubin, an inexplicable sense of guilt arose.
But he quickly reacted: "File creation? Notify the college?"
Grasped the keywords a responsible center representative should.
"Correct, this visitor falls under the exceptions for confidentiality, requiring focused attention from the college advisor. If necessary, a quick transfer to a professional mental health center is needed."
Nan Zhubin nodded, adding: "Also, the second girl this afternoon isn’t as serious, not needing elevation to the college level for now, but we might assign an assistant here for specialized monitoring and observation— I previously instructed Xia Tian."
"I feel it’s necessary to inform you of these conditions, for your records."
Nan Zhubin spoke while handing the files to the center’s responsible teacher.
The condition of the fourth visitor was something absolutely beyond the school’s handling, requiring the most professional systematic evaluation, possibly needing medical intervention, strictly a confidential exception.
The second visitor, caught in third-party intervention by a counselor, actually is manageable, but since the decision was made to monitor and observe, it must be clearly communicated with the center’s in charge.
Even though there’s a capability gap, within Jiang University Psychological Center, the center responsible teacher holds a position quite close to Weng Pinting at Yan Nuo Psychological Center.
[Teacher Ye: No way? Encountering such a severe confidentiality exception situation?]
[Teacher Xue: Another one requiring monitoring suggests a worsening possibility, just handled cautiously.]
The other four teachers’ gazes followed the files handed off by Nan Zhubin, shifting over to the center responsible teacher.
They aren’t responsible, so they couldn’t see it.
[Mr. Bai: Old Black changes expression quickly, doesn’t he?]
He heard the center responsible teacher cough, carefully collecting the second visitor’s file and then saying to Mr. Bai:
"Mr. Bai, could you please take a look...Never mind, everyone should come have a look, just in case he reschedules his consultations with any of you, better to be prepared, stay aware."
Clearly an exception for confidentiality, the file within the consultation center is essentially unsealed.
Given the visitor’s condition, it absolutely could trigger a final alert level for psychological consultation.
After the other four teachers crowded over for a glance, their bodies simultaneously went stiff.
No need for chat group exchange now, as the same thought cropped up in the four people’s minds simultaneously:
Really encountered such a visitor?
And right after finishing three consecutive consultations encountered such a visitor?
After dealing with such a visitor, his state remained this good?!