Li Minglu seemed to sense something at this moment.
He unconsciously rubbed the small wooden block on his wrist again.
"Mr. Nan, you’ve always asked me to touch my bracelet, is there some particular meaning to it?"
I’m glad you’ve noticed this.
"Firstly, your bracelet is now a [Tactile Anchoring Object]."
"Some special tactile stimuli possess the characteristic of allowing one’s body to relax, such as the fuzz on a blanket, the sand on a beach, and—the small wooden block on your bracelet."
"During [Emotion Memory Rewrite], rubbing the [Tactile Anchoring Object] can help you relax more quickly."
Nan Zhubin explained one of the principles.
"Additionally, I also want to establish a conditioned reflex through this small wooden block."
Li Minglu couldn’t help but look at his wrist, his fingers pressing the small wooden block tightened involuntarily: "Conditioned reflex?"
"Your current thinking pattern tends to habitually develop in a negative direction—I’m sure you feel this yourself."
"You want to change this thinking pattern, but after years it almost becomes an inertia, even a habit. Relying solely on your willpower, you don’t have enough strength to independently change it."
Li Minglu agreed, this was exactly the problem he urgently needed to solve.
"Therefore, when you think, you need some suitable external stimulus, so that when your thinking habitually turns negative, it can promptly pull your thoughts back."
Nan Zhubin also looked at Li Minglu’s wrist: "In the consultation room, I act as this external stimulus—but outside the consultation, you rely on it."
Saying this, Nan Zhubin reached out and lightly tapped the small wooden block on Li Minglu’s wrist from a distance.
"The [Tactile Anchoring Object] itself can help soothe the spirit. And in the process just now, I increased the frequency of touching it during [Detail Deconstruction] and [Event Reconstruction], which can connect it to your new thinking pattern."
In many film and television characters or art works, designs often include descriptions like "thinking while twisting a ring", "touching a necklace and starting to ponder", all based on the principle of the [Tactile Anchoring Object].
Even simplified actions like "touching the bridge of the nose" or "stroking the chin" conform to the same principle.
Nan Zhubin went a step further, allowing Li Minglu to touch the bracelet not only to "aid thinking", but also to "engage in specific thinking according to a certain thought route."
Nan Zhubin smiled: "In general Psychological Consultation, consultants might provide substitutes like rubber bands."
"But since you already have your own commonly used bracelet, and it happens to be such a significant keepsake, the effect will be better."
Li Minglu nodded, somewhat understanding.
Anyway, it would be wise to frequently touch his bracelet when thinking in the future.
At this point, the first [Emotion Memory Rewrite] was complete.
The relevant theoretical knowledge and principles were absorbed by Li Minglu through the first demonstration.
Next, it’s time to attempt having Li Minglu independently carry out an [Emotion Memory Rewrite] without direct help from the consultant.
Nan Zhubin glanced at the wall clock: "We still have quite a bit of time left, we should be able to conduct one or two more [Emotion Memory Rewrites]."
"Next, I need you to recall an event that might cause you to feel about [level 7] discomfort..."
Li Minglu pursed his lips.
Under Nan Zhubin’s guidance, he lowered his eyes and began to recall.
This consultation was Nan Zhubin’s last one at Yan Nuo Psychological Center.
Although it was confirmed to continue taking Li Minglu, truth be told Nan Zhubin did not yet have a confirmed work location.
The time for the next consultation was also unknown.
Thus, Nan Zhubin deliberately extended the consultation duration, reaching the maximum limit of an hour.
Hoping to help Li Minglu grasp a new way of thinking as much as possible.
Meanwhile, during this process, through his [Support] and [Positive Attention], he injected a sufficient amount of mental energy into Li Minglu, so he doesn’t quickly become exhausted by life before the next consultation.
—Time ticked away second by second.
"Alright, then regarding [level 10] [Emotion Memory Rewrite] is also complete, today’s consultation is more or less finished."
Upon hearing this concluding remark, Li Minglu’s face showed a deep sense of reluctance.
For him, it seemed that only the time spent in the consultation room was the most carefree.
However, Li Minglu himself possessed considerable inner strength; he could understand what situation was best for him despite his unwillingness.
He expressed gratitude: "I will have to trouble Mr. Nan later on, once the time and place are decided, please contact me as soon as possible."
Nan Zhubin listened and shook his head repeatedly: "No, this state is actually very unprofessional... It’s me causing you a lot of trouble."
At this moment, Nan Zhubin glanced at the clock on the wall.
"We still have about a few minutes, I want to bring the topic back to your life."
Nan Zhubin picked out a key point he was very concerned about.
"Earlier you said you were preparing to separate from your wife."
From a cognitive standpoint, it’s good news. It means Li Minglu has let go of past unrealistic fantasies.
But from a treatment intervention perspective, it seems to contain another layer of risk—
Nan Zhubin directly asked: "After separation, are you planning to live alone?"
Li Minglu immediately shook his head: "I understand, Mr. Nan, what you’re worried about—it definitely isn’t."
"When I was studying, a few of my roommates formed a studio. Unlike me, who got married early, they usually live together in the studio. They invited me over before, but I never agreed."
"I plan to go and stay with them for a while..."
This was indeed reassuring.
Nan Zhubin nodded slightly: "If possible, you can bring one of them to the next consultation, and add my assistant’s contact at that time."
At this point, the consultation should be over.
Knock knock knock—click!
The consultation room door was opened without any notice.
Nan Zhubin’s brows furrowed tightly.
Shen Bing? Impossible.
He had already instructed them not to disturb him no matter how long the consultation lasted today.
Or was it Howard with rationality collapsed, trying to show some presence now?
Nan Zhubin stared at the door.
Then, he saw an unexpected, yet reasonable face appear in the doorway.
Wang Sui cautiously peeked into the consultation room: "Mr. Nan? Alu?"