Love Healing Manual

Chapter 15 Buying Flowers
At 15:35 p.m., after checking all the wards, the interns finished their busy day.

Exhausted, they slumped against the hospital lobby, the few seats available already taken, leaving everyone else standing.

The sun outside was still scorching, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Many people had already taken off their white coats, as the heat was unbearable, and their notebooks were being used as fans.

The girls' hair flew up and down with the movement of their arms, and drops of sweat soaked their chests and backs, revealing the shape of their bras.

The only word to describe it is: utterly exhausted.

Now everyone understands why internships are several times more demanding than classes.

In the ward, you not only have to pay attention to the information the patients say and take notes, but also remember every word the team leader says, extract the key points and memorize them. Moreover, there are patients from various departments, and the treatment plans and key points for each major category of disease are different.

It's really mind-bending.

Even though everyone tried their best, by the end of the day, they hadn't remembered much and felt completely disoriented.

My expectations before the internship quickly vanished.

The real life of a doctor is nothing more than countless trivial matters in the hospital. Every day, you have to be fully focused on your work, be prepared to treat patients with utmost patience, and be ready to put in your best effort.

They study and make progress tirelessly, day and night.

These are essential if you want to become a respected and reputable doctor.

They should have known...

The two division commanders had some business to attend to in their offices and wouldn't be back for a while, so everyone waited in the lobby.

"I'm going to take a good shower when I get back."

"Sigh, I'll have to ask for leave from club activities for now, otherwise my coursework is too heavy and I simply won't have the time."

"Shall we go shopping later?"

"I'm not going shopping anymore. All I want to do now is take a cold shower. I feel sticky and disgusting all over."

The girls gathered together and discussed it.

Lin Ze didn't manage to get a seat. He was in good physical condition, although it was indeed a bit hot.

The notebook he was holding was already filled with notes.

Chizuru Sano and Suzuo Miyagi were both sitting on a public bench, listening intently as Hayashi Ze assigned tasks for the evening.

"Let's first compile a rough outline of the medical records. Everyone has to write one, and we'll compare them together tomorrow to see where we've missed anything. It can be brief, but it has to be concise and focus on the key points."

Lin Ze thought for a moment and said, "By the way, Miyagi has my LINK. Have you added Sano yet? Let's create a small group chat tonight so it'll be easier to communicate."

"No problem." Miyagi readily agreed, and as she spoke, she took out her phone, which had a white rabbit case with two cute ears on it, a popular accessory among girls.

The two exchanged contact information.

After a while.

Section Chief Minamino and Associate Professor Fujita came down in the elevator and strolled into the lobby together.

"Hmph," Minamino Isamu said casually when he saw the group of interns, "With you all like this, how are patients supposed to sit when they come in?"

Everyone hurriedly got up.

“Just now, I gave Section Chief Minamino your names. I’ll be checking on you for the next two days. When you come to the hospital next Monday, you’ll need to submit your completed medical records,” Associate Professor Fujita said slowly.

"Alright, you can go home now." Minamino Isamu waved his hand.

"Take care, sir." The interns bowed in unison.

Japan is undoubtedly a country that places great importance on etiquette, and this awareness permeates all aspects of society. The concepts of seniority and hierarchy are deeply rooted in everyone's heart.

Being ignorant of etiquette is a fatal flaw.

Although bowing does not necessarily mean genuine respect, it is often just hypocrisy.

"Oh, right," Associate Professor Fujita turned around halfway through the walk, "Remember to submit your group member list again tomorrow morning to decide who will be the group leader."

……

Outside the University of Tokyo, in an open-air parking lot in Moto-Azabu 1-chome, Minato Ward, Miyamura-saka-ji.

A Maybach sedan, painted in ruby ​​red with sleek lines and exuding an air of prestige both inside and out, was parked, its double-M logo prominently displayed next to the window.

Both sides of the windows have been treated with concealing film, with black window tint covering everything inside.

The engine started, and the exhaust pipe at the rear of the car vibrated, dripping condensate from the air conditioner.

Without a doubt, this is a car for the rich, something that ordinary people could never afford even if they spent their entire lives. However, for those who actually own such luxury cars, it is merely a tool to display their status and distance themselves from ordinary people.

On another street.

The girl, carrying a schoolbag, walked with a worried expression. Her eyes were downcast, and her face was gloomy as she was lost in her own thoughts.

However, the direction he was taking was correct; even without looking, he knew exactly where he was going and headed towards the parking lot.

It must be said that the girl was dressed very conservatively.

She wore a University of Tokyo uniform with a dark blue jacket, the school emblem on her chest, and a skirt that covered her knees. Her pantyhose completely covered her legs, leaving no skin exposed.

Slightly curled ends, stylish chestnut brown long hair.

A gust of wind blew by, lifting the strands of hair on both sides of her face, revealing a breathtaking beauty to her face that was hidden by her lowered head.

There are very few pedestrians on this street.

Miyagi Suzuo walked slowly, her mind filled with the questions Lin Ze had asked her and Sano Chizuru earlier.

"If it's a gift for a girl, what would be appropriate?"

Her eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

She pursed her lips in extreme dissatisfaction.

Lin Ze's question came as a surprise, and she was a little stunned at the time, but she quickly recovered and pretended to be nonchalant, telling him which gifts would be appropriate to give, without even trying to find out more.

Given his personality, I'd guess this gift is for family, not some other girl...

Miyagi Suzuo paced back and forth, pondering the situation.

Even knowing the most likely possibility, she still couldn't help but worry, and doubts filled her mind, making it impossible for her to calm down for a while.

This is perhaps the tragedy of unrequited love.

Countless little thoughts crawled around in my mind, causing endless trouble, and I couldn't control them at all.

Open-air parking lot.

Upon seeing the girl approaching, the driver quickly opened the car door, walked to the back seat, opened the door, and reached out towards the truffle-colored brown-gray rear seat.

“Miss,” he said, bowing, “please get in the car.”

Miyagi Suzuo had a cold expression on her face, completely different from her gentle demeanor at school.

She squeezed into the back row, and the next second she took off her school uniform jacket, leaving only a T-shirt.

"Where's the perfume I asked you to prepare?"

"I've already bought them, a total of twenty different mint flavors. I went to the store specifically to have the owner make samples for me. Would you like to try some now, miss?"

"Give it to me." She leaned back, the wide seat enveloping her graceful body.

She turned on the massage function of the chair and let out a tired sigh.

The driver took a long box from the passenger seat and handed it to the back.

After Miyagi Suzuo opened it.

Twenty small bottles of roughly the same size came into view, neatly arranged in the box.

Did you tell the boss about my request?

“He said he mixed the perfume according to the instructions.”

Suzuo Miyagi opened the perfume cap, brought it close, and carefully sniffed it, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Turn off the air conditioner," she suddenly said.

The driver quickly pressed the switch.

"This is somewhat similar, but it's not... This isn't either, and they have absolutely nothing to do with each other... This is too bland, this is too strong, this is too cloying... This is even a bit bitter, it's none of them!"

Miyagi Suzuo slammed the box shut and tossed it aside.

“Never mind,” she said calmly, “Let’s use another plan.”

"Miss……"

"What, are you going to question me?"

Miyagi Suzuo's face darkened, and all traces of her gentle and obedient demeanor at school vanished. Her clear almond-shaped eyes held scrutiny and impatience as she coldly looked at the driver gripping the steering wheel.

"You've misunderstood," the driver said hurriedly. "Miss, I've already had it prepared."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up.

The driver took the clothes wrapped in plastic film from the side and handed them over.

He explained, "After I got the perfume, I was worried the young lady wouldn't be satisfied, so I had Xiao Sun from the club do it according to plan." "Well done."

With two "snap" sounds, Miyagi Suzuo impatiently tore off the plastic film. Her breathing became a little rapid as she looked at the plain white T-shirt in her hand. Suddenly, she bit her lip, held up the T-shirt with great anticipation, and buried her face in it.

Suddenly.

The subtle, refreshing minty scent filled her nostrils.

Almost as if she were enjoying it, she greedily inhaled the flavor, covered her cheeks with her hands, and lay back.

The driver started the car engine.

The car drove steadily down the street, heading towards the Miyagi family's residence.

"By the way, miss," the driver said as he drove, "the president will be returning from abroad next month, and he may be arranging a banquet. He hopes you can spare some time to attend."

"Don't go."

"I understand..."

In half an hour, they traveled from the University of Tokyo to Seijo 6-chome in Setagaya Ward, passing Seijo Gakuen, before arriving at their family's residence—a spacious house covering 900 tsubo (approximately 133 square meters).

As the car approached, a long door made of dark teak and wrought iron was pushed open, the doorway engraved with the family's distinctive, understated coat of arms.

A three-story Western-style mansion, the main building is constructed primarily of off-white marble and gray tiles, with a calm and grand style that blends the magnificence of European classicism with the simple lines of neon modern architecture.

The roof is decorated with exquisite bronze ornaments, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are large, with semi-transparent sheer curtains hanging down.
Miyagi Suzuo walked into the main hall carrying her schoolbag.

"Mom..." she said, throwing her schoolbag onto the sofa and looking at the beautiful woman who was quietly sipping tea.

"Baby, you got out of school half an hour later than usual today." A woman in a light pink dress put down her teacup, her narrow eyes filled with affection.

"Internships are tiring." Miyagi Suzuo stepped forward and threw herself into the woman's arms, kneeling on the ground and pressing her cheek against the woman's knee.

"Weren't you really looking forward to it last night? Are you in the same group as Lin Ze today?"

“Of course, he chose me,” Miyagi Suzuo said with a smile. “Even though it was the second round, Lin Ze still chose me. We’ll be interning together for more than two years and spending time together every day.”

"My daughter is so beautiful and gentle, he definitely can't resist her charm."

"Stop making fun of me..."

She hugged the woman's knees and said coquettishly.

……

the other side.

Lin Ze had just arrived at the cinema where he worked and changed into his work clothes.

He was in the same familiar spot, but he was wearing a work hat that he didn't usually wear. The receptionist said that a supervisor might be coming to inspect today, so he had to pay attention to his appearance.

After finishing his part-time job today, he can come back next Tuesday, giving him plenty of time to focus on his studies.

Moreover, if you count the days, Kitagawa-senpai's illness needs treatment the day after tomorrow, otherwise the probability of a relapse will greatly increase.

Lin Ze planned to buy some things after finishing his part-time job.

He can ignore anyone, and his indifference towards female classmates won't have any serious consequences, except for this one in the dormitory.

As the sole guardian, Lin Ze dared not upset Lin Yuning in the slightest.

Since I promised to buy a gift, I have to keep it in mind. I asked two female classmates, and they both agreed that "if we don't know what to give, then let's give flowers."

He thought it was a good idea.

Just a few blocks away from the fried pork cutlet shop, there was a small flower shop. Many times when Lin Ze passed by there, he would see the shop owner carrying large pots of flowers to the street to bask in the sun.

Passersby couldn't help but turn their heads to admire this delightful scene in their lives.

The two hours were up.

After changing his clothes, Lin Ze left the mall.

I rode my bicycle along the route I had in mind, heading towards the flower shop.

"Boss, how much is one of these flowers?"

In the evening, the sun sets.

The warm orange-red sunset illuminated half the city, bathing the vast fields of flowers in front of the flower shops in golden sunlight, making them look vibrant, beautiful, and utterly captivating.

Bees swarm outside flower shops, even in Tokyo. Fortunately, the neighborhood office has volunteers specifically responsible for cleaning up the beehives, which prevents customers from having their shopping experience ruined by the bees.

Park the bicycle properly.

Lin Ze stepped over, squatted down, and began to pick and choose among the bunches of flowers.

To be honest, he didn't know much about the different kinds of flowers.

Some of the more common types are easy to understand. For example, roses are rose-colored, lilies are white, and baby's breath looks just like its name suggests, coming in clusters.

But then he saw blue flowers, labeled "Blue Roses," which were just as alluring.

No way...

My aunt isn't suited to receiving these kinds of flowers; she prefers things that are more elegant and has long passed the age of appreciating anything unconventional.

Lin Ze thought to himself silently.

That's true, but if Lin Ze had seen photos of his aunt when she was rebellious, he wouldn't think that way.

As someone born in the 90s, Lin Yuning also pursued a non-mainstream style, dyeing her long hair blue, covering her entire earlobes with earrings, having her side-swept bangs cover one eye, and wearing fluorescent green eyeshadow.

That's a long-ago, dark history.

Hidden in the third drawer of her bedroom wardrobe, near the head of her bed, on the second drawer, was a maroon photo album, weighed down by some rental documents and books.

"Sir?" Suddenly, a gentle voice rang in my ears.

Lin Ze turned his head and saw the florist wearing a sun hat.

She was wearing a loose shirt and squatted down, looking at Lin Ze with some curiosity.

My gaze naturally drifted downwards.

He caught a glimpse of the petite florist's shirt collar revealing two fair breasts encased in a pale pink bra, with a mole on the upper left side of her chest.

He immediately looked away.

"I'm buying flowers."

"Would you like it individually wrapped or in a bunch?"

Let's talk about the price first.

These incredibly fresh flowers were well cared for by the petite owner. Their leaves were emerald green, the bottom of the green basket was filled with water, and there were still dewdrops on the petals. Just looking at them was a delight to behold.

"Sir, let me introduce them to you. Different types of roses have different prices. For example, this bouquet of roses is velvet roses, which cost 500 yen per stem; pink roses are 350 yen; Carola roses are 400 yen; and white roses are 700 yen. Scattered tulips and parrot tulips are 400 yen per stem; common lilies and carnations are 300 yen per stem... Depending on the occasion, if it's for a proposal or a similar occasion, white roses are the best choice."

The florist spoke with great enthusiasm, as if recounting a familiar story.

However, the price left Lin Ze speechless.

If you were to buy a bouquet of flowers, wouldn't it cost several thousand yen?
Sure enough, nothing a woman likes is cheap.

"If you buy a bunch of red roses, our shop will give you a specially formulated nail polish. It's plant-based, non-toxic, and won't harm your stomach. You can see for yourself by looking at my nails." The florist stuck one foot out, looking very serious.

Her toenails were all painted a vibrant red, looking like deep red cherries.

"Hmm?" Lin Ze felt something was off after hearing her words.

"Would it be cheaper if I bought it in bulk? Do you have any special offers or packages?"

"Yes, sir, please come inside with me." The florist stood up and walked ahead to greet Lin Ze.

She wasn't even as tall as Lin Ze's shoulder, at most reaching his chest.

In a place like Tokyo where land is incredibly expensive, the shop space that can be rented solely based on flower sales revenue is actually quite small.

Walking inside, Lin Ze felt it was only a few dozen square meters.

Besides the pile of fresh flowers, all that's left are some packaging materials.

There were scissors and lots of plastic sheets on the counter.

"May I ask who this is for, sir?" she asked curiously.

"My family."

"Then I can recommend the 3700 yen set meal. I'll put together a nice combination and try to make it look as good as possible."

Lin Ze's gaze fell on the plastic sign the florist was pointing to, which had golden speckled tulips on it, looking warm and noble, like sunshine.

"can."

He made the payment.

The bicycle continued its journey through the streets of Tokyo.

Lin Ze fiddled with the bicycle bell, eagerly anticipating seeing his aunt's expression when she received the gift.

(End of this chapter)