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Chapter 206 - 204 So Many Ifs

Chapter 206: Chapter 204 So Many Ifs

This kind of anomaly, Nan Zhubin naturally couldn’t not notice it.

"What’s wrong?"

The visitor’s emotions were a bit too intense.

When he said this, Nan Zhubin appropriately slowed down his speech and lowered his voice.

His concern was like an invisible big hand, slightly soothing the visitor’s emotions.

Allowing her to slightly recover to the point where she could speak again.

"I... regret."

This time, Nan Zhubin did not push forward, saying one sentence to soothe the emotions was enough.

The visitor sobbed a few times, seemingly wanting to cry, but clenched her teeth and suppressed her emotions.

But her emotions at this moment were not relieved, but postponed.

Cheng Hui became somewhat resolute, as if determined to finish what she had to say.

It wasn’t just a narrative, nor did it seem like venting.

It felt more like... a confession.

"We... changed later."

"Became impatient."

Thoughts and experiences that have never been narrated to anyone, once mentioned to a certain extent, the rest becomes something that must be said.

At this time, even if Nan Zhubin wanted to stop it, it would be very difficult.

Of course, Nan Zhubin didn’t want to stop it either.

"The three of us created a small group, and every day we would say some things, sometimes even... sarcastic remarks."

"We were all puzzled, all complaining. Why is it our roommate who got depression? Why did we have to spend so much effort to take care of her?"

"We... clearly didn’t have this obligation, nor the responsibility."

"Her parents were so concerned about her, how could she get depression?"

"Her grades were so good, how could she get depression?"

"She used to greet others with a smile every day, wasn’t averse to socializing, everyone liked her. Why would someone like her have depression?"

"Could it be she was trying to gain some kind of attention, or was it because of something else?"

Nan Zhubin lowered his eyes.

"We were still helping her, watching her, taking care of her. But the tone, the actions, I think perhaps... no, not ’perhaps’, it’s ’definitely’ changed."

Nan Zhubin opened his mouth but closed it again. It wasn’t the right time to intervene with any words.

At this moment, letting the visitor finish her story was the best healing.

"Later, she said the school found a psychology professor to treat her illness, and we all breathed a sigh of relief."

"Because sometimes we would think, ’When will these days ever end?’ — now it seemed they were about to end."

Cheng Hui sobbed hard.

"Later on, her smiles started to increase again, she became more positive and quick with things."

"It felt like she seemed to be almost the same as before, even identical."

Cheng Hui paused for a long time this time.

"Until once, her father came to take her to those psychological treatments — she always went with her parents. Generally, she would come back the next day after leaving."

"So we all took a breath and went about our own business. I remember clearly, that day I was in a video call with a senior when a QQ message suddenly popped up, I just swiped it away inadvertently."

"After my chat was over, a roommate suddenly came looking for me, asking if I had received her message because all the roommates received it."

"I didn’t have time to look... ugh... it was also at this time that the counselor’s call suddenly came in, telling us... something happened to her, something big."

Cheng Hui seemed to have reached the limit of her suppression.

She held her upper body, almost curling up. Her body swayed back and forth involuntarily, with her back hitting the sofa making a "puff" sound.

Heavier each time.

"At first, I didn’t believe it. Only then did I remember she seemed to have sent me a message. I checked—"

"She sent me an emoji of a sun and a smiley flower. Followed by two words."

Cheng Hui looked up, staring at Nan Zhubin, blinking hard, clenching her teeth hard.

Forcing out two words: "’Thank you’."

...

With these two words, the strength supporting Cheng Hui’s narrative was utterly exhausted.

She broke down crying uncontrollably, as if the flood blocked by the dam finally collapsed, unstoppable.

Nan Zhubin pushed the tissues on the table towards her, waiting for her to calm down little by little, until she recovered to a speaking state.

Nan Zhubin’s heart was also very complicated, almost sorrowful.

Whenever faced with stories of visitors’ deaths, consultants inevitably have a thought —

[There were obviously opportunities.]

Clearly, there were so many opportunities.

First of all, it is known that the direct cause of Chen Jie’s eventual suicide was medication abuse at Lin Lulin’s psychology clinic — if her parents hadn’t handed over their daughter completely because Lin Lulin was a psychology professor at Jiang University, it would have been better.

Secondly, Chen Jie’s counselor did not handle Chen Jie’s situation properly, easily telling her matters to three roommates, with the only goal of ’not committing suicide’ — if the counselor’s behavior could have been more ’psychological’, more focused on Chen Jie’s illness itself, it would have been better.

Again, Cheng Hui and the group of roommates were not given proper guidance, acting only in the identity of "roommate" rather than the "guardian" of a patient, resulting in many omissions — if they could receive good training, it would have been better.

Moreover, at the beginning, after Chen Jie was diagnosed, she returned to school in just a few days, out of the sight of the family, only under the care of an unqualified counselor and roommates without responsibility or obligation — if it could have been taken seriously at the first instance...

[Emotion Rebalancing]

Nan Zhubin cut off his thoughts that were spreading in all directions, returning to a more rational state.

But the case in front of him was inherently closely related to him, coupled with a visitor filled with deep sadness right in front of him.

Just having regained his rationality, Nan Zhubin unconsciously started to empathize again.

Fortunately, the extent wasn’t deep, this level of empathy could be said to be the best state for consultation.

"We can’t change the past. What we can do is focus on the present, and the future."

This sentence, whether Nan Zhubin said it for Cheng Hui or for himself, was unknown.

"About this story, about your friend, you just said your feelings were[regret]and[self-blame], right?"

Cheng Hui nodded.

"Sometimes I wonder, if we had paid more attention to her, cared about her more, been more patient..."

"Or, if we had accompanied her to the consultation, or even not let her go to consultation..."

"Would the result have been different..."