Love Healing Manual

Chapter 38 Decline in Critical Illness Value

"Auntie, is cooking and stir-frying dishes difficult to learn?"

I tried on a few clothes.

Lin Ze threw all the clothes he needed to change into into the washing machine, pressed the start button, and walked towards the kitchen. He leaned against the kitchen door and asked Lin Yuning a question.

The tasks the system had given him before weren't particularly difficult. By progressing step by step, he unlocked the first life intervention treatment plan, but this "handmade" task was a bit too much for him.

Lin Ze had never been exposed to this kind of thing since he was a child. Although he was not a high scorer but a low achiever, he could only cook noodles or make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. He would scratch his head if he made anything more complicated.

Lin Yuning rarely asks him to cook something for her.

The kitchen was filled with the clanging sound of chopping vegetables. Lin Yuning's cleaver gleamed with a sharp silver light as she swiftly chopped the bamboo shoots, which soon spread thin, translucent strips on the cutting board.

She looked up, her slender fingers brushing against the edge of the cleaver, removing all the bamboo shoot strands stuck to it.

"It's not difficult at all, you can learn it in no time, what's wrong?"

"Very simple?"

“At least I think it’s very simple. Your grandma never taught me. I used to squat next to the kitchen and watch when I was little,” Lin Yuning recalled for a moment and then said, “When I was six years old, your grandparents weren’t home, so I cooked a pot of eight-treasure porridge myself, and from then on I understood everything.”

Eight Treasure Porridge...

Lin Ze ignored Lin Yuning's completely irrelevant answer. He stared at the rise and fall of the kitchen knife. This rhythmic movement must be what is called "knife skills". She was actually chatting while cutting vegetables, and even blind cutting was no problem for her.

It was terrifying to watch.

When Lin Ze first realized this, he suddenly felt that Lin Yuning might be considered to have superb culinary skills and seemed to be fully qualified to be his teacher.

"So, for example, what should we pay attention to when making this stir-fried bamboo shoots? What are the steps involved?" he asked with interest.

"There's nothing to be careful about. Once you've chopped it, just put it in the hot oil and stir-fry it. When it's cooked, take it out of the pan and plate it. This dish is very easy to cook, so don't leave it in the pan for too long."

"That's it."

"You have so much free time today?" Lin Yuning glanced at him, her eyes full of surprise.

In the past, Lin Ze would never have had so much time to stick to her at the kitchen door. Basically, while she was cooking, Lin Ze would be in his room reading and studying.

Lin Ze always felt that after a meal, due to carbohydrate saturation, the body would pause some of its work under a special mechanism, causing drowsiness and making the brain's thinking ability much slower than usual.

In short, you'll feel dumber after eating, and you'll only be fully alert after digestion.

Therefore, studying after meals is very disruptive.

Lin Yuning finished cooking and brought the meal to the coffee table before knocking on his door, and the two began their dinner.

It's been like this for so many years.

Lin Ze stood at the kitchen door, asking about this and that; it was the first time he had ever done this before.

"I want to learn how to cook."

"puff--"

Lin Yuning had just opened her mouth when she heard those words and almost choked on her own saliva. She coughed for a moment until her face turned bright red.

"What did you say?" she asked in surprise.

"I want to learn how to cook."

However, right after she said that, Lin Yuning's hands, which she had just washed, were already pressed against his forehead, still wet with water droplets.

"You don't have a fever," she said, puzzled.

"I'm serious, please teach me." Lin Ze blinked.

But then he saw Lin Yuning reach into a corner of the kitchen, pull out a round object, and toss it over. He caught it instinctively.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a clump of garlic.

"I bet you can't even peel garlic properly."

"Don't look down on people," Lin Ze retorted.

"Oh dear, our family's medical genius, isn't he always someone who doesn't care about these trivial matters? He's always focused on studying the classics, so when did he start asking his silly aunt for advice?"

Lin Yuning felt a surge of secret joy, finally giving her a chance to humiliate Lin Ze.

In fact.

With Lin Ze's excellent academic performance over the years and his increasingly higher education level, coupled with his personality, Lin Yuning has found it difficult to "teach" him anything since junior high school, and Lin Ze has basically relied on self-study.

The biggest difference between top students and ordinary people is that they tend to look at everything from a more rational perspective. Even if they don't deliberately put on an arrogant attitude, their tone is still unpleasant.

Compared to him, Lin Yuning always felt that she was a bit stupid.

She'd waited until this day finally came.

"I'm genuinely asking for advice." Lin Ze could naturally tell she was being sarcastic.

"Beg me, and I'll teach you."

Lin Ze: "..."

In the end, even someone as proud as him was humiliated by Lin Yuning before she was willing to teach him how to cook step by step. In the kitchen...

It was naturally a scene of great enthusiasm and activity.

Lin Ze not only had to accept Lin Yuning's occasional sharp critiques, but also had to remember every step she explained at her rapid pace.

"Remember, no matter what dish you're cooking, the heat is the most important thing. It's normal if you don't cook it well the first or second time. Once you're skilled, you'll know how to judge and control the heat. That's when you can be considered a master."

"Then... Auntie, what's your best dish?"

"Of course, it's our hometown's famous dish—Mapo Tofu!"

……

Over time.

the other side.

The night is already deep.

As Kitagawa Ayane lay in bed, she felt surprisingly at peace, and unconsciously began to feel drowsy.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the backlight at the very top of the crib.

She had already told Kaoru Murayama about borrowing the clothes in the afternoon, and he readily agreed to bring them to school the next day.

In this way, the only problem was also solved.

However, she still couldn't help but sigh.

Last time she talked to Lin Ze, she asked if she could postpone the next treatment process and reschedule it for Wednesday, but he didn't agree. She figured that if she asked him again, he wouldn't agree either.

In this way, she will have to go to another place.

I won't be able to come back on Wednesday.

The economic seminar won't end until at least Thursday.

Therefore, Kitagawa Ayane decided to take a risky step and act first and report later. After her treatment at noon tomorrow, she would buy a train ticket for the afternoon to attend a seminar in another city. She would endure any symptoms during that time and return to find Lin Ze on Thursday.

However, it must be said that such a decision will definitely anger Lin Ze.

At first, Kitagawa Ayane was very determined to go no matter what, but after spending the last few days with him... she saw how hard Lin Ze had worked and how much he had sacrificed for her recovery, and she felt that it would be too unfair to him not to follow the doctor's orders.

She was even more afraid of returning to find Lin Ze's cold face.

at the same time.

Her mother's scolding voice seemed to echo in her ears.

This made Kitagawa Ayane tremble slightly.

She dared not disappoint her mother. She had made so much preparation for this speech, and she was determined to win at least a third prize. This would add something to her resume and prevent it from being completely blank, even though a third prize is not a very prestigious award.

After thinking it over and over...

Kitagawa Ayane let out a long sigh at the end.

She felt even more tired.

"Snap!"

The lights were turned off.

The narrow yet incredibly safe little nest enveloped her completely, and covered her with a soft blanket, she gently curled up.

He hesitated.

Kitagawa Ayane eventually picked up the large plush toy that was placed in the corner of the bed—the one Lin Ze had given her.

She first hugged it, feeling its softness, but then felt that this position was not very comfortable for sleeping, so she used her legs to clamp the big bone doll and hugged it like a bear.

"It feels so comfortable to be held like this."

The senior student thought to herself with a sense of contentment.

She felt an overwhelming wave of drowsiness wash over her.

……

The next day.

early morning.

Lin Zeren has not yet regained consciousness.

The system's voice had already echoed in my mind.

"A 1% decrease in the critical condition value of the linked patient has earned a reward of 10000 yen, which has been deposited into the savings account."

"Bound Patient: Ayane Kitagawa"

"Critical condition level: 60%"

(End of this chapter)