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Chapter 57 - 57 57 Cutting Off the Source of Stress

57: Chapter 57: Cutting Off the Source of Stress 57: Chapter 57: Cutting Off the Source of Stress Nan Zhubin’s face had grown indescribably serious without him even realizing it.

Chen Ting’s narration continued.

“At first, he just got a little close.

Later, he started occasionally touching my arms, shoulders, legs, waist…”

“I was participating in the self-admission of the law department, so he started telling me about cases, and then, over time, he increasingly involved cases related to sexual crimes.”

“I felt uncomfortable, but since it was part of learning, I didn’t think much of it.”

“Until the last time he came, he directly hugged me and kissed me…”

“He said he knew I was a smart and good girl the first time he saw me…”

“That after teaching me, he liked me more and more…”

Nan Zhubin gritted his molars.

Actually, after being a consultant for a long time, many consultants face two major issues: loss of empathy and emotional exhaustion.

Loss of empathy comes from seeing too much, witnessing too much.

Many novice consultants can deeply empathize with heartbreak topics to the point of frowning and tearing up; but after working for five or ten years, even when hearing about domestic violence, their reaction may just be “oh, that’s nothing new.”

Emotional exhaustion is similar.

After encountering too many incidents and witnessing too much of the dark side of human nature, consultants find it difficult to be emotionally stirred by clients.

But what Nan Zhubin heard today was something no consultant could ignore.

Even if he had suspected it in his mind before, at this moment Nan Zhubin still needed to take a deep breath to keep himself calm, ensuring his expression and tone did not fluctuate so the consultation could continue.

Chen Ting was still speaking.

“I was very scared, I screamed and pushed him away, I told him there were cameras at home, he got scared.

But the next day, he still came.”

Chen Ting’s voice trembled as if standing on the edge of a cliff: “As if, as if nothing had happened…”

Here, Chen Ting paused.

Nan Zhubin forced his tone to be soothing in nature:

“Do your parents know about this?”

“No, I didn’t tell them…”

“…Why?”

“Because, because.” Chen Ting said, “I want to get into the law department at Jiangdu University through self-admission.”

Her narration, previously broken and hesitant, suddenly became resolute here, as if she was speaking of something more important than anything else in the world.

Nan Zhubin suddenly thought of a post he saw a few days ago, titled: “In that year of senior high school, I thought of jumping off a building but never thought of dropping out.”

“So, he continued to teach you?”

“Yes, he…

stopped touching, but when he talks, he seems to probe now and then.”

Chen Ting pressed her lips, “I thought everything would be fine once I got into college.

Then I got in, and my parents thanked him, saying he took pains, thanked him for his care, saying his classes were good, and that they would trouble him with friends in the future.”

Nan Zhubin couldn’t help but press his lips.

“I initially thought everything would be fine once I got into college, but now, my mother found him again; he will be my college mentor, for four more years ahead.”

“He said he would guide my thesis, take me to do projects, and in the future, take me on business trips, and abroad to attend forums and conferences.

Four years is a long time, to take things slow…”

Nan Zhubin took a deep breath to calm his tone:

“You didn’t tell your parents before because you thought it would end after you passed the college entrance exam.

But now it’s different, there’s no end to this matter; have you considered telling them now?”

Chen Ting bit her lip until distinct teeth marks appeared on it.

“I don’t want to tell them.”

“Why?”

“If I tell them, I might get expelled.”

Tears filled Chen Ting’s eyes: “Teacher Wang, Wang An, he said he studied law himself.

He has always been very careful and didn’t leave any evidence for me.

He explained a lot of school rules and many related legal provisions, saying that even if I told my parents, it wouldn’t help.

Instead, without evidence, I could get myself into trouble and be expelled…”

“I can’t be expelled; I have to complete my studies and graduate from the law department of Jiang University…”

“I was thinking if I could find a way to avoid him myself and hold on.

But, but, recently I really feel like I can’t do it anymore…”

Chen Ting looked up with tear-filled eyes: “Mr.

Nan, what should I do?”

This was the first time in so long that Chen Ting actively sought help from Nan Zhubin.

For the first time, she wanted advice from Nan Zhubin in person.

This was a significant breakthrough in psychological consultation.

If it weren’t for Chen Ting’s recent narration, perhaps Nan Zhubin might have rejoiced at this breakthrough.

Now, however, his face was solemn.

Nan Zhubin spoke slowly in as steady a tone as possible: “I mentioned before that your situation is stress-related; now it seems you are still in a stress event and stress context.”

“Regarding your current self-experience, I would lean towards using [System Desensitization Therapy].”

“This therapy employs a hierarchy of relaxation methods, allowing you to gradually approach the stimulus you fear.

While the stimulus that triggers your fear appears, I will train you to exhibit responses that inhibit fear and anxiety, using this response to weaken, eventually sever the conditioned link between the stimulus and anxiety.

Until the fear of this stimulus is entirely eradicated.”

The informed consent of the client is an indispensible right, and consultants need to communicate thoroughly with the client regarding the consultation plan.

What method is used in the subsequent plan, what effect this plan has, must be explained and agreed upon by the client.

Chen Ting stared at Nan Zhubin, unmoving.

“However, before implementing [System Desensitization], I have a suggestion.”

“What suggestion?”

Nan Zhubin said slowly: “Since it is a stress-related problem, then—[Cutting off the stress source] is the simplest, most direct, and effective method.”

Chen Ting, filled with confusion, had tears welling up in her eyes, but forgetting to let them fall.

“How, how to cut it off?”

…

Nan Zhubin was about to speak.

Suddenly, bursts of noise erupted outside the door.

Even though the consultation room had soundproofing, the voices from outside could be clearly heard.

“Tingting?”

“Tingting—”

“Tingting!”

Chen Ting’s tears, which had been in her eyes, suddenly fell.

She recognized the voice.

“It’s Mom!”

“What do I do, what do I do?

It’s Mom, how does she know I’m here!”

“What do I do?!”

Even without micro-expression analysis, her body visibly conveyed anxiety and fear to the outside.

Nan Zhubin took a deep breath, knowing trouble was at hand.

He lowered his voice and softened his tone as much as possible: “Chen Ting.”

It was as if a large hand reached through and soothed the turbulent heart inside, and Chen Ting abruptly calmed down.

Still anxious, still fearful.

But she fluttered her eyes and came to a stop.

Looking at Nan Zhubin.

As if grasping a lifeline.

Nan Zhubin also looked at Chen Ting.

“Chen Ting, listen to me…”