He placed both hands on the table, looking at his palms as if confirming whether something was still there.
"So tell me," the naturally sociable senior suddenly started, "among these patients, how many can we actually encounter in the Psychological Consultation room?"
Nan Zhubin set down his cup, contemplating.
"Most of them can't be handled by Psychological Consultation." Nan Zhubin said, "Even for the few who can be intervened with—like that girl in the sailor uniform, and the one who carries a blade—they're the mildest cases, but even then, medication takes precedence, with Psychological Consultation as a supplement."
The sociable senior paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"Right," he said, "the consulting techniques we learned have very limited effectiveness with these patients."
While saying this, a collapsing sense of realization showed on the sociable senior's face.
