Chapter 983: Chapter 764: Everyone’s Hospital Visits Are Getting a Bit Frequent_2
After quite a while, Mo Kai’s gaze finally refocused. After looking around blankly left and right, he slowly squeezed out a sentence:
"Senior... I finally caught up with you this time."
Nan Zhubin slightly curled his lips.
Chonghui looked around at the juniors, sighed deeply with some exhaustion: "I don’t know what you’re thinking... but I feel like we’re coming to the hospital way too often."
Their conversation finally eased the frozen atmosphere.
Not far away, Xia Tian was whispering something with a few men in hats. It was clear they were concerned about the blood-stained area on Xia Tian’s body.
"It’s too dangerous, Xiao Xia, you..."
The leading hat man said something loudly, and Xia Tian immediately began to calm him.
It wasn’t until Xia Tian dialed a phone and softly said something that the men in hats relented.
And Xia Tian’s call seemed to trigger something.
Mo Kai’s phone also rang promptly. After glancing at the caller ID, Mo Kai’s face changed slightly.
"Hello, Dad... yes, I’m at the hospital."
"I’m fine..."
After lowly explaining a few things, Mo Kai made an apologetic gesture to his companions and walked to the window to explain in a low voice.
Chonghui saw this and clicked his tongue, as if he had thought of something. He looked up and said, "Has anyone contacted Teacher?"
The masters exchanged glances, shaking their heads one by one. They were all startled, almost like puppets, unable to think clearly at the moment.
"Then I’ll call Teacher." Chonghui shrugged.
And thus, another round of chaos ensued.
Chonghui was the first to finish. Teacher Bai on the other end was very calm. After confirming that the project group members were safe, he just said "Got it."
No one knew his reaction after hanging up the phone.
Mo Kai returned second. This call was personal, so no one dared to ask. But from his slightly relaxed expression, there seemed to be no major issues.
Lastly, Xia Tian returned alone, with the hat men standing afar.
"The issue is resolved, we have no problems—or rather, the problem isn’t ours."
Sitting Nan Zhubin and the three others didn’t react, implying they expected this outcome.
Yet the standing project group youngsters collectively relaxed.
"But Teacher Nan, later you might need to cooperate to make a statement or something. It’s a necessary procedure. It should be settled before getting off work this afternoon, shouldn’t even delay our work tomorrow."
Xia Tian smiled as she added. Looking at the somewhat solemn project group members, she slightly eased her lips: "If there’s anything else to say... Are you all interested in a ’Bravery in the Face of Danger’ banner?"
"I don’t know your school’s situation, but maybe it could earn some extra credits, oh."
The little girl’s smile was indeed very infectious. Only then did the young ones feel the warmth of sunlight coming through the curtains, the icy hands and feet started to warm again.
"So what do we do next?" the buzz-cut consultant asked.
"Wait, after all, we still have to make statements one by one." Xia Tian laughed, "If everyone feels bored, maybe you could take the opportunity to do some physical examinations, or choose expensive ones, which can be reimbursed."
Everyone now completely relaxed, unable to help but laugh aloud.
Those standing, squatting, or leaning against the wall also sought positions and sat together in a row.
However, they were silent, no one speaking for a while.
Ultimately, it was Mo Kai who stole a glance at Nan Zhubin. Upon seeing him not interact with Xia Tian or anyone else, he couldn’t help but speak.
"Senior... I have a question."
A quite familiar opening.
Nan Zhubin looked towards Mo Kai, and at this moment, even he felt a little puzzled by the junior’s inquisitive nature.
Bored with nothing to do, so just start a teaching session?
Or forcibly find a topic to shift his focus?
Mo Kai was seen sorting his words a bit, and said: "Senior, that Old Mo... when he finally let go of Shi Chuxin, he should have been calmed down, right?"
Though phrased as a question, Mo Kai used a definite tone. After all, Nan Zhubin was responsible for calming him down, and Mo Kai’s trust in Nan Zhubin’s professional ability was among the highest in the room—one of the highest.
Nan Zhubin nodded: "In theory, he was calmed down, yes."
"Yes, I saw his expression had softened at the end, and he let go of Shi Chuxin."
Mo Kai then raised a question: "But why did he still act out that suicidal... impulsive behavior in the end?"
The two young consultants glanced at Mo Kai, not moving.
Instead, several master’s students rallied their spirits, standing up from their positions, driven by a thirst for learning.
Nan Zhubin chuckled, looking at Mo Kai: "First, let’s confirm one thing—whether it’s murder or suicide, it can be impulsive behavior, but it might also be a well-considered action. Can you understand this?"
The master’s candidates, Mo Kai and others nodded together.
"Then, the next step is to see how this Old Mo ’considers deeply.’"
Saying this, Nan Zhubin sighed: "I don’t have much information on him, most of it is speculative."
"But I guess he might have been harboring this intention from the beginning."
Mo Kai was taken aback: "Senior, you mean?"
Nan Zhubin nodded: "He might have always wanted to make a big scene and then commit suicide."
"The hostage-taking of Shi Chuxin... was just his means to achieve this goal, or one of them. He should have tolerated for a long time, or vaguely planned in his heart for a long time, but never dared to implement it."
Nan Zhubin lightly shook his head: "It was just too unfortunate for Shi Chuxin, so accidental."
This statement almost broke the project group’s composure.
"So, Old Mo’s problem can be fairly well understood." Nan Zhubin pointed to his temple, "Cognitive bias, commonly known as ’getting stuck in a rut.’"
This wasn’t difficult for the professionals to understand.
However, which specific cognitive biases Old Mo developed, they couldn’t immediately clarify.
"I’m just offering some possible speculations. As I’ve said, my information collection on Old Mo isn’t thorough. I’ve yet to have a meaningful conversation with him."
Nan Zhubin extended two fingers: "First, two very classic ones — [Catastrophic Thinking] and [Black-and-White Thinking]."
Nan Zhubin first tapped his first finger: "The survival pressure in Beidu is very substantial, and in his current situation, he’s bearing an entire family’s economic burden along with a mortgage and such."
"Under such circumstances, ’losing a job’ could catastrophically become ’the whole family can’t survive’; turning ’temporary difficulties’ into ’this hurdle can’t be crossed.’ Which then leads to the thought ’no matter the means, I must solve this problem.’"
The master’s students nodded.
"Next is [Black-and-White Thinking]." Nan Zhubin tapped his second finger, "This bias results in individuals making things absolute, with no middle ground."
"In Old Mo’s thinking, there might be only two outcomes: ’full compensation and family stability’ or ’no compensation, family suffering.’ Whereas ’receiving partial compensation to ease family difficulties’ and ’relieving stress through other means’ get overlooked."
This concept wasn’t hard to grasp. The master’s students continued to nod.
After discussing these two classical cognitive biases, Nan Zhubin quickly extended other fingers.
"Moreover, there may be a personalized [Attribution Bias]..." Nan Zhubin noted gently.
