Love Healing Manual

Chapter 1 Dog System
"Senior sister, have you ever learned to bark like a dog?"

Pharmacology Laboratory, 9th Floor, Building B, Graduate School of Medicine, University of Tokyo.

Upon hearing his junior's question, Shimazu Kazune, who was observing pathological tissue cells under a microscope, suddenly looked up.

"Clam?"

She gazed at the handsome young man before her, watching him prop his chin up as he sat back in a round chair.

The sunlight outside was completely blocked by the thick curtains, not a single ray of light could get in. Only the light on the instrument table was on, and half of the boy's face was hidden in shadow.

He had striking features, a soft jawline, and a pair of captivating eyes with upturned corners—it was hard for Shimazu Kazune not to feel her heart race when stared at by such eyes.

But this is on the premise that we ignore the question the other party just raised.

"Obviously not."

"The distortion of self-concept and pathological features are consistent with our previous judgment, but almost none of the cases I brought back showed this. The only consistent example dates back to the beginning of the last century... I searched through psychology books."

"Alright, little genius, modern medicine's understanding and research into psychology is still too superficial. I still suggest that your sick friend come to the medical department for a free test."

"I will." Lin Ze nodded.

A moment of silence.

Lin Ze lowered his head in thought.

The laboratory fell silent.

suddenly.

"Junior brother... do you have time tonight?" Shimazu Kazune mustered her courage and asked in a low voice.

Her hands were behind her back.

Although slender, the tendons are clearly defined, and the knuckles are distinct and strong, allowing the hand to hold a scalpel steadily and perform highly complex anatomical procedures without trembling.

But at this moment, they were locked in a tense entanglement.

"What?" Lin Ze was distracted and didn't hear.

"No...nothing."

"Alright, I won't disturb you while you're doing your experiment. I have class this afternoon."

He was about to get up as he spoke.

"Wait."

As he was about to reach the laboratory door, Shimazu Kazune mustered his courage once again.

"Um," she murmured softly, "are you free tonight? I know a good sukiyaki place, if you happen to like it..."

"I like it." Lin Ze smiled and looked into her hopeful eyes.

Kazune Shimazu is actually quite attractive. She is not only tall, but also has no bad habits or family history of hereditary diseases, and comes from a well-off family.

但紧接着他扒拉起计划清单：“下午的课程15:00结束；15：30去见朋友；16:20兼职；18：30回店里帮忙；晚上准时收看《NHK新闻7》……”

"Stop, stop, stop," Shimazu Kazune waved her hand, looking disappointed. "Then let's reschedule for another day."

Goodbye, senior sister.

A breeze swept by, and the laboratory door closed.

……

In the corridor, Lin Ze took off his antibacterial shoe covers and threw them into the trash can next to him.

Logically speaking, as a third-year student, he should not be qualified to enter the graduate program.

His prospective mentor, a professor of pharmacology in the medical school, granted Lin Ze the privilege of free access so that he could observe and learn.

As a world-renowned prestigious university, those who can get into the University of Tokyo for study are all exceptional individuals.

The medical school within the university is so prestigious that only the most exceptional students can get in; once admitted, it means you're guaranteed an incredibly bright future.

The six-year model consists of two years of general education and four years of professional education.

Three years ago, Lin Ze was admitted to the medical school of a university with a college entrance examination score that ranked among the top three in the region. As an orphan whose only guardian was his aunt.

undoubtedly.

The future is in our hands.

But is that really the case?

Lin Ze wore a pair of shell-toe shoes he bought on an ABC-Mart discount day. His expression was calm. Occasionally, other students who were rushing to class after their lunch break would pass by. The petite girls in short skirts fluttered and walked briskly, but their steps suddenly faltered when they passed by him.

"He's the most handsome guy in the medical school!"

"It really is him."

"Should we take a picture and share it on Instagram?"

"You're so loud, people can hear you."

Lin Ze ignored these discussions, seemingly already used to them.

His eyes were fixed straight ahead, while the pale blue system screen, visible only to him, displayed lines of data.

"The Healing Manual"

Host: Lin Ze

"Health status: Critically ill, jaundice"

Intelligence: 7

"Charm: 8"

"Stamina: 5"

Item: None

Skills: Proficient in Pharmacology, Proficient in Diagnostics, Introductory in Psychiatry, Introductory in Psychology, Introductory in Linguistics (French, Chinese, English, and Japanese)

"Patients bound: 1"

Reborn in Japan, she follows her only relative, her aunt, to Tokyo.

Lin Ze abandoned any unrealistic fantasies and chose to study hard. He consistently achieved excellent grades from kindergarten to high school, and eventually gained admission to his dream university—the University of Tokyo.

He thought he had the future in his grasp, but upon entering university, he awakened a system. The "critically ill yellow" status on it filled Lin Ze with worry.

In fact, he has no illnesses. He has been running every morning since junior high school and has been cultivating his hobbies such as tennis, basketball, and table tennis in his spare time.

More than these.

Lin Ze had something different about him from a young age; he could smell the signs of illness on other people.

Yes, being sick has a smell.

It's very special and cannot be hidden.

If a person is in a sub-healthy state for a long time, they will have a faint almond-like bitter smell; if their internal organs are in an unhealthy state, they will emit a faint foul odor; if their mental and psychological state is unhealthy, they will have a strong milky smell.

Lin Ze tested this countless times and his judgment was confirmed many times—for example, his neighbor, Aunt Qianhui, a slightly overweight middle-aged woman in her forties, was diagnosed with breast cancer.

Every time she passed by Lin Ze, he could accurately detect the faint sour smell.

Afterwards, the neighborhood office arranged a free physical examination, and the illness was indeed found.

From childhood to adulthood, his judgments have never been wrong.

Therefore, Lin Ze believes he is very healthy.

However, after the system panel appeared, he discovered that he had a peculiar smell on him.

He longed to achieve great things, to have a glorious life, and to wear a suit and tie and have a high social status in the future. Choosing medicine was also in line with Lin Ze's expectations.

In Japan, being a doctor is a high-paying profession, and a medical degree is very valuable. After completing six years of undergraduate education, one can obtain a medical license and then apply for the doctoral program in the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo to pursue a four-year doctoral degree.

But underlying health conditions cast a shadow over the future.

Walking along the tree-lined paths of the campus, Lin Ze's shell-toed shoes shimmered in the sunlight, which seemed to be fragmented on the ground. He traversed the graduate school campus and entered the teaching building.

pat-

Lin Ze opened the classroom door, walked in, and found a seat by the window.

Sit upright.

After enrolling, he underwent a comprehensive physical examination, but no problems were found, which meant that the problem was quite serious.

"Class, let's begin," a teacher with black-rimmed glasses and leather shoes said as he stepped onto the podium like a gust of wind. "Today's lesson is 'Introduction to Molecular Biology and Modern Research.' Please open your textbooks."

……

Ring ring ring——

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Lin Ze, with his schoolbag on his back, declined his friend's invitation to play ball and left the classroom alone. After several twists and turns, he arrived at Building C, the teaching building next to the playground.

He walked steadily up to the 7th floor with practiced ease.

at the same time.

Within another department at the University of Tokyo, the Graduate School of Economics.

The day's classes also came to an end.

A senior student with long, flowing hair picked up her backpack and walked briskly out of the classroom, disappearing into the corridor.

She wore black knee-high socks and small leather shoes, and had a tall, slender figure with long, straight, beautiful legs.

As the senior student walked out of the teaching building, the sun was setting, and the sunlight outlined her curvaceous figure, even though she was wearing ordinary clothes.

Everyone around was staring at them.

However, the senior student didn't look at anyone, nor did she care about the whispers around her. Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, her steps were unhurried, and indifference was fixed on her face.

There was no pause, as if there was an invisible barrier around us, isolating us from all the noise.

On campus, she is a beautiful sight.

The senior student also arrived at the undergraduate department with ease, entered Building C, and went up to the seventh floor.

She knocked on the door of the activity equipment room.

"Please come in." A husky, magnetic male voice came from inside.

Without hesitation, the senior student pushed open the door and entered.

She stared directly at Lin Ze, who was two years younger than her and sat upright in a chair.

He turned around and locked the door with a "click".

"Ayane Kitagawa-senpai, this is our seventh treatment, lasting one hour. The timer begins..."

"it is good."

The woman called Kitagawa Ayane neatly placed her shoes aside, took out tools from her backpack, and slowly knelt down.

The coldness melted from her face, replaced by flattery and respect. She offered what she held with both hands and stuck out her tongue.

"Huff—huff—"

In his hand was a red frisbee.

Lin Ze calmly caught the frisbee and tossed it away casually.

The senior student suddenly jumped up, her eyes filled with excitement, and crawled on the soft foam blanket using all four limbs.

He looked down, his notebook filled with handwriting:

"Kitagawa Ayane"

Preliminary diagnosis: Cognitive complex post-traumatic personality disorder

"Interval between onset: 48-72 hours"

Severity of personality disorder: 61%

"Discontinuation period: 3 weeks and 1 day"

Current status: No deterioration.

"Symptom type: Canine"

(End of this chapter)