Love Healing Manual

Chapter 16 She was very happy

It's the same familiar tonkatsu restaurant, with the same long queues as always, and half the street is filled with customers coming to dine.

It turns out that the store was doing quite well.

Recently, a popular online influencer who was traveling in Tokyo made a food video, in which "Lin's Fried Pork Cutlet Shop" from the Lin family appeared in the video, which led many tourists to come and check it out.

The good business that lasted for more than half a month forced Lin Yuning to raise Lingzi's salary, fearing that she was working too hard.

After all, it's not quite autumn yet, and the temperature in the kitchen is very high; even with air conditioning, the heat can't be lowered.

Facing a scorching hot oil pan every day is a very tiring thing.

"I'm back," Lin Ze said as he walked into the store.

however.

My aunt wasn't in the shop; there were only diners crowding around the tables, so close together that not even half a person could fit in.

The shop was filled with the familiar aroma of fried pork cutlets.

The diners' spoons were filled with grains of rice soaked in oil.

Lin Ze was surprised that the shop was so busy today, since it wasn't Saturday or Sunday. After a moment of surprise, he quickly took the bouquet of flowers and went upstairs.

After a while.

Lin Ze was wearing a pink scarf with lace trim around his neck and pockets. He had also taken off his school uniform and put on thin black trousers. Instead of staying upstairs to study, he came down to the store to help out.

"Waiter," a middle-aged man in a suit greeted him.

"Hello, what would you like?" Lin Ze quickly walked to the food counter.

"Could you get me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice? Also, could you please hurry up with my tonkatsu rice? It's been waiting for ages."

"Right away," he nodded.

Lin Ze glanced down at the number in his hand and quickly went to the kitchen to get a tray.

Lin Yuning was indeed in the kitchen, busy as a bee.

In the steamer-like environment, pork chops sizzled in the oil, with breadcrumbs floating in the golden oil.

The cold air exhaled by the air conditioner was diluted by the heat in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yuning held the metal tongs for flipping the pork chop, her hair at her temples damp with sweat, her beautiful cheeks flushed, and she kept wiping the sweat with a towel.

"Is the pork chop rice for number 56 ready yet?" he asked, peeking out.

"You brat, you're back?" Lin Yuning looked up, her hands still busy, and said, "It'll be ready soon. Bring all three of these over later."

"understood."

Lin Ze took out a bag of plump oranges from the refrigerator next to the kitchen and began to operate the smart juicer. He skillfully cut the oranges into chunks and pressed the button.

Immediately, the juicer started humming.

Lin Ze carried the tray from the kitchen, holding it with one hand and looking at the serial number on it.

"54, 55, 56, I'll take them over first."

"Go."

He lifted the linen curtain separating the front hall from the kitchen and walked briskly.

"Guest, your pork chop rice is ready. Please enjoy."

Lin Ze quickly served the pork chop rice bowls to the eager diners, reminding them to be careful not to burn their mouths. He also placed a white towel next to each person to wipe their hands, and then brought over a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice.

He steadied the chilled orange juice with one hand and placed it on the table.

Actually, it's not just tourists from other places who come here; some students from nearby schools also come to eat pork chop rice after school.

At the back of the restaurant, several high school girls sat on bar stools, constantly looking in Lin Ze's direction. They were also regular customers of the restaurant.

Wearing the school uniform of Lily of the Valley Girls' Middle School, the loose T-shirts concealed their figures, which were like tender flower buds. Each of them had a face full of collagen, and strangely cute hair clips were embedded in their foreheads. Their schoolbags, which were decorated with many ornaments, were pressed against their backs.

She wore a short skirt with a cinched waist and black pantyhose that barely covered her knees.

They might be wearing sneakers or brown leather shoes.

The girl surrounded in the very center even wore exaggerated eye makeup, with incredibly long eyelashes, eyeliner, and dark smudged under her eyes. Her eyes were already large, and this look gave her a gothic, quirky charm; not to mention, her hair clip was a pink skull.

"You want a glass of orange juice too?" the pink skull girl said, nudging her friend beside her.

"I can't drink iced orange juice, I've started my period recently." The girl with pigtails waved her hands repeatedly, looking resistant.

“I didn’t ask you to drink it,” she said quickly in a low voice, “I bought it for me to drink.”

"Big Sister wants her boyfriend to come over, can't you understand that..."

"If Ono-san can understand, why don't you do it, Ono-san? I dare not."

"Look at you, you coward." The pink skull girl slapped the resisting girl's head, almost making her hit her head on the counter.

"I'm just a coward, isn't the boss the same?"

"say what?"

"I didn't say anything..."

Their voices were rapid, sounding like a nest of furry hamsters huddled together, especially since each one was so small.

Finally, the weakest girl in the group, with pigtails, was forced to raise her hand tremblingly.

"Wait...waiter."

"Hello," Lin Ze said, walking over when he heard the voice. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Give me a book... oh no, a glass of orange juice."

He agreed and quickly went into the kitchen to make a second glass of iced orange juice.

however.

Unbeknownst to Lin Ze, after he left, the girls went wild, shoving and pushing each other, their faces beaming with uncontrollable smiles.

"He really spoke to me!"

“So exciting…”

Was he looking at me just now?

Did you make eye contact with him?

"I really want my boyfriend to stand there still, turn his face so I can admire him for a while." The girl on the far left looked like she was infatuated.

Seeing their behavior, the pink skull girl immediately declared sternly, "I'll get the orange juice later. Nobody's allowed to take it from me. If I catch anyone doing anything to deliberately attract attention..."

She squinted her eyes.

The metal fork in his hand made a "crackling" sound as he gripped it tightly.

Immediately, the girls next to him looked horrified and lowered their heads to eat their pork chop rice in silence.

"That's true, but if the eldest sister were more assertive, she wouldn't be coming here so often to eat pork chop rice... I've even gained weight recently," the girl with pigtails murmured.

While the group of high school students were chatting, Lin Ze, carrying a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, lifted the curtain and appeared at the front desk.

His gaze landed precisely on the girl who had just raised her hand.

"Your orange juice," Lin Ze said casually as he approached until the plate was placed on the table. "There are plastic straws here."

The girl wearing the pink skull hair clip was initially very relaxed, but the moment Lin Ze appeared...

She stopped gripping the fork, straightened her back, and looked extremely tense.

Those big, dark eyes were fixed on Lin Ze's hand as he was about to put down the cup.

The girl stood up abruptly.

It startled the student next to him.

"I...I ordered orange juice, please...please put it here for me, sir!"

She spoke haltingly, and after only a few words, her face turned a rosy pink, and her fingers trembled.

Not only his hands, but even his tone of voice was off.

She didn't dare to raise her head to look at Lin Ze.

I felt very uneasy and anxious.

"Did you order this?" Lin Ze asked hesitantly, leaning closer, somewhat puzzled.

"Correct!"

"OK then."

He remained noncommittal, put down the cup, and glanced at the girl.

Suddenly, the other person looked somewhat familiar, but I didn't pay much attention to it.

"Please enjoy." Lin Ze turned around.

After a while.

The girl's slightly swollen chest heaved violently as she gasped for air. She swallowed hard.

"Damn, that's so exciting."

……

I was busy until late at night.

Lin Ze only helped out at the store for a little over an hour, during the busiest time of the day.

Then Lin Yuning sent him upstairs to rest.

Seeing that there weren't many customers in the shop, he felt at ease going to catch up on his studies.

In the bedroom.

He tidied up his desk, arranged his laptop, took out the notes he had compiled during his ward rounds that day from his bag, and began to study them intently.

to be honest.

The assignments given by the two teachers leading the group were quite challenging.

Although every medical student learns how to write medical records, and this is a very important lesson in the path of a medical student, it is undoubtedly a very difficult thing to write a medical record by listening to other students and capturing information from ready-made PowerPoint presentations compared to studying them.

A qualified medical record should include eight items: basic information, chief complaint, present illness, past medical history, physical examination, auxiliary examinations, diagnosis, and treatment plan.

Any oversight or error in any of these steps could lead to irreparable consequences.

Looking at the contents of the notes, Lin Ze pursed his lips.

He recalled what had happened during the day.

Even though Associate Professor Fujita said that patients with a history of coronary artery disease cannot use GmRh drugs—a question somewhat beyond the scope of the curriculum—Lin Ze still answered incorrectly… How can medication be used without investigating the patient's medical history?
If he is the attending physician, then there is no doubt that he has put the patient in a dangerous situation.

Medicine demands meticulousness; not even the slightest mistake can be made.

Lin Ze, who always holds himself to high standards, felt somewhat guilty about his performance during the day.

"It seems that just learning what's taught in class isn't enough. Now that I have the skill of 'photographic memory,' I should read some medical books outside of class to avoid similar incidents from happening again," he murmured.

Just do it.

Lin Ze opened his laptop, logged into the official website of the University of Tokyo School of Medicine forum, and began looking for recommended books.

He first made a brief reading list, and then planned to go to Shimazu Kazune-senpai tomorrow to ask her for some books.

This saves the trouble of buying it.

Lin Ze greatly admired Shimazu, who was an exemplary graduate student with outstanding academic performance and exceptional reliability.

After compiling the book list, Lin Ze immediately began writing a simplified version of the medical record.

In the quiet room, only the sound of typing on the keyboard could be heard.

in this way.

The night is getting darker.

So focused was Lin Ze that he lost track of time. By the time he finally finished sorting through the five medical records, it was almost 9:30 p.m.

He glanced at the time.

He then realized that he didn't know if the shops downstairs were closed or not, and that he hadn't heard Lin Yuning calling him.

At this moment.

Lin Ze's stomach also started rumbling in protest.

Stepping outside, the living room lights were already on.

From the bathroom near the bedroom, the sound of running water could be heard. The light was on inside, and a stewed pig's trotter was placed on the dining table, still steaming. The rich aroma of meat filled the living room, mixed with a faint fragrance of rice.

The rice cooker in the kitchen was emitting white steam; the rice, which had been cooked on a timer, was almost ready.

Lin Ze stepped into the kitchen, waited a moment, then opened the rice cooker, took out two small bowls to scoop out rice, and placed them on the coffee table in the living room.

Two pairs of chopsticks, two bowls, a living room lamp, and a half-bowl of braised pig's trotters that had been cooked at noon.

outside.

Tokyo's night view is dazzling, with pedestrians flowing through the streets and cars weaving beneath rows of skyscrapers, their red taillights flashing.

The city's prosperity is only just beginning to emerge.

Not far from the streets and alleys, in the very heart of Tokyo, on the screens of skyscrapers, advertisements flashed incessantly, and colorful neon lights reflected on the faces of the crowds.

However, none of this had anything to do with the quiet living room.

Occasionally, the sound of a car horn could be heard from the streets and alleys below.

For many, many years, Lin Ze got used to this kind of life, from getting to know Tokyo, a strange city, to understanding it and becoming familiar with it.

He and Lin Yuning depended on each other for survival in this foreign land.

"Click" sound.

The bathroom door was pushed open.

Lin Yuning changed her clothes, dried her wet hair with a bath towel, and stepped out of the shower in her water-stained slippers.

Her light makeup had been washed off, and her long, flowing hair was still damp with water droplets.

"It feels so good to take a shower. I've been so busy all day," she complained before even sitting down.

Lin Ze had already sat down obediently. He was about to pick up his chopsticks when he felt like he had forgotten something.

I always feel uncomfortable.

"It's already 9:30. I saw you were studying very intently, so I didn't wake you. Eat now that the food is ready... Don't you like the stewed pig's trotters?" Lin Yuning asked while wrapping her hair in a towel.

Lin Ze was still deep in thought.

"Speak." She kicked Lin Ze.

"wait for me."

He suddenly remembered something he had left in the room, got up, and hurried to the bedroom.

Lin Yuning watched Lin Ze walk in, and a short while later, he came out mysteriously with his hands behind his back.

A look of confusion crossed her face as she sat cross-legged on the sofa, her brows slightly furrowed.

until.

Lin Ze took out the bouquet of flowers.

"Happy Anniversary." He smiled and showed off the speckled tulip in his hand.

Under the light, the flowers are pale gold, adorned with lilacs and dark green fern leaves, along with a few golden daisies, creating a fresh and warm look.

It exudes a faint fragrance unique to bouquets.

Lin Yuning was stunned at first, then covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Be good..."

Lin Ze handed the flowers to her without even looking at his aunt's expression. He sat on the sofa, eagerly picked up his chopsticks, and put a piece of pig's trotter into his bowl, ready to feast.

A crisp "snap" sound.

Lin Yuning slapped him on the shoulder.

"Do you know how many years it's been since I received flowers!" The corners of her mouth turned down, and an ugly expression appeared on her usually cold face, making her look like she was about to cry: "You brat, how did you know I wanted this?"

"I just bought it randomly." Lin Ze looked at her hugging the bunch of tulips with some surprise.

He expected Lin Yuning to be happy, but he didn't expect her to cry.

A pair of wooden chopsticks hung in mid-air, and he could only swallow his saliva.

"It was worth raising you, these flowers smell so good... I can't wait, I have to take a picture and post it on my WeChat Moments. They look so fresh and the arrangement is so beautiful."

"Didn't someone send you a huge bouquet of flowers before summer vacation? I remember it was the boss of which company?" Lin Ze asked, puzzled.

"Gifts from people you dislike don't count."

"Okay, I'm going to eat." He picked up his rice bowl.

"Come over here and take a picture with me first," Lin Yuning grabbed his arm, raised the bouquet, and said forcefully, "Hey, come closer. You're so good-looking, what are you afraid of being in the picture for? Let me take a picture."

"I'm so hungry..."

"I won't let you starve, alright, my young master!" Lin Yuning rolled her eyes.

She forcibly pulled the reluctant Lin Ze close to her, almost touching his cheek, but Lin Ze's gaze still didn't look at the camera, only showing his profile, his eyes fixed on the pig's trotters on the table.

"Click."

The photo is frozen on the phone screen.

Holding a bouquet of tulips, Lin Yuning smiled brightly and made a "V" sign with her hand.

(End of this chapter)