Love Healing Manual

Chapter 21 Senior's Legs
After hesitating for a long time, Lin Ze left 1000 points and ultimately did not redeem anything. He quickly broke free from the system's binding.

I calmed down for about five minutes.

Lin Ze took out the notes recording his senior's condition from the equipment room, read them carefully, and then tore them into small pieces.

I ruined my notes.

Then, these small pieces were thrown into the toilet.

With a "whoosh" of water, the paper floated and spun in the water, then disappeared completely.

Lin Ze washed his face.

Back in his bedroom, he sat upright.

Right now, I might need to re-examine my life.

The system's magic was beyond his imagination. Its operation and reward mechanism were excessively simple, yet its improvement on individuals was so brutal that it far surpassed any personal effort.

Bind a patient → Complete tasks → Earn points → Redeem rewards.

These rewards are all-encompassing; the items that can be exchanged help him better cure and understand patients' diseases, while the medical technologies that can be exchanged increase his personal potential.

Of course, in the process, he will gain a better understanding of his own illness.

Lin Ze knew he had a talent for medicine. This was not arrogance, but an objective and clear-headed idea. He was confident he could become a good doctor.

He is twenty years old this year. In a little over three years, after passing the national medical licensing examination, he will become a formal doctor, obtain a license, and then undergo more than two years of doctoral training, during which he will also study as an attending physician. He will then obtain his doctoral degree at around twenty-six years old.

According to the original plan, because of his doctoral degree, he would be eligible to be evaluated for the position of section chief in about five to ten years—becoming a section chief at the age of thirty-six would already be an astonishingly outstanding talent.

When others see him, they will inevitably say, "Young and promising."

However, further promotion depends on luck and fate.

For some people, the pinnacle of their career is becoming a section chief, but often by the time they reach this stage, they are nearing retirement age.

Section Chief Minamino Isamu was so arrogant because he had the right to be.
The typical career path for medical students is: Intern → Clinical Intern → Physician → Senior Physician → Medical Spirit → Medical King → Medical Emperor → Medical Sect Master → Medical Venerable...

just kidding……

The actual progression is: intern → clinical intern → physician → attending physician → associate professor → department head → professor → senior professor.

Associate professors are ranked alongside expert-level doctors;
Professors and supervising physicians are listed side by side;

Senior professors and top-level doctors are ranked on the same level.

The highest level—Hishida Keito (Grand Professor position)—is treated like a living Buddha throughout the University of Tokyo, enjoying the best resources, and even the Japanese conglomerates treat him with utmost respect.

Previously, Lin Ze had set his sights on becoming a section chief. He believed that through consistent hard work, he would eventually achieve this goal before the age of forty.

However, it's still too long, so long that it's uncertain.

With the system's support, he can infinitely shorten this time cycle and even be qualified to look forward to new goals.

Lin Ze lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes trembling.

He picked up his pen and wrote four sharp characters on the paper of his notebook: "Special Grade Doctor".

Since Japan established the Physician Regulations in 1968, a total of 47 top-level physicians have emerged, 5 of whom have won the Nobel Prize in Medicine. Only 9 of these top-level physicians are still alive.

The sheer number of goals is enough to excite anyone.

Although Lin Ze remained calm, his heart was undoubtedly churning with turmoil.

So, so... so!
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. No matter how big your dream is, you must start with small, concrete things. Lin Ze shook his head, trying to calm himself down.

He opened his laptop and took out the notebook he used during his internship at school.

"Three hours of self-discipline, with a fifteen-minute break in between, then set an alarm every fifty-five minutes to begin studying..."

Wait until Lin Ze closes his eyes, then opens them again.

He will give it his all.

……

As a destitute person living in Tokyo, you must master a lot of money-saving tips.

Public Wi-Fi is a must-use resource. Even in older residential areas, choose locations near neighboring apartment complexes for the best signal. A 500 yen mobile data plan will suffice. For daily necessities, always go to drugstores. They offer affordable and reliable sanitary napkins, laundry detergent, and feminine hygiene products, with monthly discounts.

A commuter pass is a must-buy, as it allows you to solve most commuting problems by taking public transportation and walking, without necessarily needing to take the subway. Electricity is a huge expense, and you can't use air conditioning year-round, plus you have to turn off the lights when not in use. If the temperature becomes unbearable, you can go to a free library during the day and a 24-hour convenience store at night, where you only need to buy a drink.

The most crucial thing is meals. Lunch is cheap in the cafeteria, breakfast is easy to solve, and it's best to go hungry in the afternoon until 8 pm. Then go downstairs and rush into the big shopping malls and supermarkets to buy discounted bento boxes for the day, with discounts as low as 50%.

Of course, you have to be fierce enough to get cheap, affordable, and nutritious meals; you have to outdo those older women.

Night falls.

The super-large shopping mall in Nezuro, Bunkyo Ward 2-chome, Tokyo University.

Among a group of people eagerly awaiting the discount event, Kitagawa Ayane's figure appeared particularly slender. She leaned against the escalator, one knee slightly bent, her brown leather shoes resting against the escalator railing behind her.

The white earphone cord, starting from the back of the phone, wrapped around the buttons of her collar, separated at her smooth chin, and nestled into her ear.

A lifeless English reading voice rang out through headphones with poor sound quality.

The white T-shirt was her work uniform when she worked part-time at the beverage shop last year. It was made of pure cotton, sturdy and durable. Unlike other clothes, the collar doesn't get bigger after being washed too many times. It's still clean after more than a year. Even better, the beverage shop logo has been washed off, so it looks like a very plain piece of clothing.

Beneath her jeans, her long legs were particularly eye-catching.

Kitagawa Ayane's legs are not the kind that are as thin as chopsticks. She walks a lot and has a high body fat percentage, so her legs are round at the top and narrow at the bottom, with a harmonious proportion between her thighs and calves and a natural transition.

It is full of healthy beauty.

And it's very straightforward.

This is very different from the bowlegs and pigeon-toed legs of many Japanese girls; it's a difference that can be recognized at a glance.

Fortunately, her diet wasn't very nutritious, otherwise she would have had the potential to be overweight, as evidenced by the slightly bouncy flesh under her jeans.

There were quite a few people around her.

Everyone shared an unspoken understanding and had enough patience.

No one went shopping; everyone was staring at the dozens of unsold bento boxes on the high and low counters. Many people had already picked out their targets.

Among these people, there are mostly middle-aged women over fifty, but there are also young single mothers, unemployed office workers, and even boys younger than Kitagawa Ayane.

Despite Tokyo's prosperity, many people struggle to make ends meet, such as the single mother who lives just two steps away from Ayane Kitagawa.

Her name is Akiko. She works at a housekeeping company, raises two children on her own, and lives in a one-bedroom apartment not far from Bunkyo Academy. The three of them are a family.

Occasionally, the child's maternal grandmother would come from the countryside to help.

Even kindergarten tuition is not cheap, especially since Akiko is only supporting one child's tuition while the other is still young, making it difficult to make ends meet.

The child's father reportedly committed suicide in prison after being sentenced.

Kitagawa Ayane learned this information from Akiko after a long period of research.

The two have each other's contact information and can be considered friends.

When she couldn't come because of something, she would often ask Akiko to buy an extra discounted bento box, and vice versa.

After helping each other for two or three years, they had formed a deep friendship.

“Financial backwardness…”

Complex English words bounced around in Kitagawa Ayane's ears.

She followed along quietly, repeating it in a low voice.

Discounts usually start near closing time at shopping malls, and at this time there are very few other customers besides those buying discounted items.

Everyone was very polite and stayed in the area properly because the staff were cleaning. The floors between the shelves were mopped clean, and the prices would be changed after the cleaning was finished.

Kitagawa Ayane also had her own target. She looked at the curry chicken rice wrapped in plastic wrap on the high and low counters. This portion was just enough for her to fill her up and tasted pretty good.

To be honest, her stomach was already growling with hunger by then.

"They're here," Akiko whispered in her ear.

Kitagawa Ayane immediately took off her headphones and looked towards the shelves inside the supermarket.

A woman in striped overalls walked over, taking off her gloves at a leisurely pace.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on her as she went to the counter, took out a marker, retrieved the price tag from the bottom shelf, and then casually scribbled a few lines on it.

The original prices do not need to be changed; discounts are allocated by region.

The discount varies depending on the cost of the meal.

"No need to rush to grab it today. There are so many left, it should be enough for all of you," the clerk said after setting up the price adjustment sign.

That's not the case at all.

Kitagawa Ayane didn't need to turn her head to know how menacing and fierce the eyes of the people around her were, because there were only a few kinds of bento boxes that were reasonably priced and tasted good.

If you can't get any, you can only eat what's left over.

She silently slipped the earphones into her jeans pocket. She took a deep breath.

undoubtedly.

Curry chicken rice... She was determined to win!

"It's 8:10, you can buy it now." After glancing at his watch, the salesperson skillfully took a few steps back.

With a loud "whoosh," a chaotic sound of footsteps erupted as more than twenty people rushed out, their legs moving at lightning speed.

I practically sprinted to the counter and reached out to grab it.

During this time, they didn't forget to push and shove each other.

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

Countless hands reached out towards the counter, a truly shocking sight, making it impossible to tell who the hands belonged to for a moment.

weathered, still immature, rough yet powerful.

Kitagawa Ayane was very experienced. She used the strength of her legs to push off the escalator railing and flew out in an instant, several steps ahead of others. Moreover, she anticipated the movement in advance—because the shop assistants had a habit of checking their watches.

In the blink of an eye, she rushed to the counter.

He reached out and grabbed his own curry rice first, then went to grab another tomato and beef brisket bento box, standing on tiptoe to reach it, almost jumping up and down.

The hem of her white T-shirt swayed with her movements.

"I got it, Akiko!" Kitagawa Ayane exclaimed in delight.

She was carrying two bento boxes, but she couldn't even back out because the crowd of middle-aged women was still pushing her forward. So Kitagawa Ayane could only turn her head and call out while holding the bento boxes.

“I also grabbed two portions.” From the other side of the crowd, Shiraishi Akiko’s hoarse voice rang out.

"Let's go pay the bill."

"Make way, don't push!"

The two men gracefully retired after achieving their goals.

……

At the entrance of the mall, they couldn't help but laugh heartily.

If others were present, they would be astonished by the genuine smile on Kitagawa Ayane's face.

“Now Yana should be satisfied.” She said to Shiraishi Akiko with a slight smile.

"Thank you so much, Ayane. Without you, tonight definitely wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

"Okay, it's time for me to go back."

"Goodbye then. Next time I'll bring you some of my homemade pickles; they're ready to eat now."

"Thank you, Sister Qiuzi."

Kitagawa Ayane waved to her, then turned around, her steps light and quick, carrying a bento box.

Her light steps made it seem as if she were about to dance.

She wasn't happy because she had managed to grab a bento box herself; in fact, grabbing things wasn't stressful for her. The key issue was that Akiko needed to grab three bento boxes, and her youngest daughter, Yana, was at an age where she was a picky eater and had been wanting to eat a beef brisket bento.

Even with all her efforts, Akiko could only manage to grab two portions, so she asked Kitagawa Ayane for help.

Fortunately, she was lucky.

Sometimes people are so easily satisfied. Just thinking about how Sister Qiuzi will show off the bento box she has to her two children when she gets home makes me so happy.

She couldn't help but smile.

……

Hayashi's Tonkatsu (fried pork cutlet) shop in Shin-Mizucho, Ueno, Tokyo.

The second floor.

In his bedroom, Lin Ze crossed out two lines on his study plan in his notebook.

Insert from this part of the characters to the other end.

The three-hour self-discipline plan was successfully completed.

The clock shows 8:15 PM.

Lin Ze felt a great sense of accomplishment. Looking at the medical records that had all been organized, he stretched.

The sense of accomplishment that comes from learning and making progress is very enjoyable.

He turned off the computer screen.

Actually, Lin Ze wasn't particularly tired. He had forced himself to concentrate on studying every day since he was a child, and it had become a habit over time. If it weren't for something more important, he could study for another hour.

Take a deep breath.

Lin Ze closed his eyes.

at the same time.

In my mind, a choice appeared on the system's pale blue screen: "Access detector view (Yes or No)"

Just as planned during the day.

Lin Ze knew that Kitagawa was very reluctant to reveal her true thoughts. Although the treatment process had lasted for more than a month, he still knew very little about her.

If things continue like this, a successful treatment is nowhere in sight.

Therefore, the only solution is to access the perspective of the detector.

Only in this way can we truly understand her life and thus develop a better treatment plan.

This is not meant to be seen as an invasion of privacy, but rather as a necessary measure for both patients and doctors.

"Yes"

The system screen suddenly went black.

Then, in an instant, the whole world fell silent.

His senses seemed to be blocked, he had a sinking feeling, and it was as if he was surrounded by a thin film.

until--

Suddenly, everything became bright.

It was as if he had traveled to another space.

Lin Ze gradually adjusted to the light.

Come into view.

First, there was a silver belt, roughly X-shaped, with the two sides interlocked, studded with some cheap plastic diamonds, tied on... what looked like jeans. Then Lin Ze saw a pair of fair legs sitting on a chair, tightly pressed together.

Her slender fingers found the buckle on her belt and pulled it inward.

It opened easily.

Then the belt was pulled out and tossed aside with a "thud".

Sudden.

Lin Ze felt as if he were being lifted into the air, as if he were flying. He felt a distinct sense of weightlessness, and his vision suddenly went dizzy.

After a while.

He dazedly came to his senses and, still shaken, tried to make out everything in front of him.

This isn't even a perspective, is it? It's as if he's become the choker that Kitagawa Ayane is wearing around her neck, which is why he has the feeling of rising and falling with her movements.

Lin Ze belatedly realized what was happening.

but.

Before he could even think about it.

The denim shorts fell to the floor with a thud, revealing white panties with a bear pattern, and his senior's long, white legs, with skin as smooth as cream, were clearly visible before his eyes.

and many more……

What is Kitagawa Ayane-senpai doing...?

Take off your pants?
As luck would have it, Lin Ze chose to access the detector's perspective at that moment.

Kitagawa-senpai had just returned from picking up a discounted bento box. Because she had been running and was a bit hot, she decided to take off her thick jeans before eating.

Anyway, I'm at home, and the curtains are drawn.

Will no one see this...?

(End of this chapter)