Love Healing Manual

Chapter 71 Senior Brother
As a doctor with such a long tenure, Dr. Niijima knew perfectly well that some disputes must have occurred in the department before his arrival. Putting aside the howling that was heard, even judging from Murakami's personality, it was highly unlikely that something was wrong.

Having worked in the department for three to five years, he knew this young man well. He was talented but impulsive and prone to causing trouble for others. If he didn't correct these habits, it would be difficult for him to rise to a higher position in the future.

In contrast, Tomonori Tsengsen appeared much more composed.

As the head of the department, even if he saw something like this, he would pretend not to know. No one can change the ecological niche of the entire Tokyo University Affiliated Hospital... or rather, the entire Japanese medical community.

It's like a game with its own rules. To thrive in it, understanding the rules is one thing, mastering them is another, and ignoring things that don't directly affect your interests is a crucial one.

The fact that the vice president, whom we hadn't seen for several days, came to inspect the department is also a demonstration of this rule.

A glint of light flashed in Director Shinjima's deep eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

In the department.

Seeing the pretty intern he had just argued with talking to the vice dean, with an attitude that was just like that of an elder and a junior in his own family, Dr. Murakami froze as he listened. He couldn't help but lower his head and stare at his toes.

My eyes were filled with disbelief.

Only one thought crossed my mind: "It's all over, it's all over."

Even if he's reckless, he's not a fool. On the contrary, the University of Tokyo Hospital is the top hospital in all of Japan, and every doctor working there is a prodigy, a leader in their field. He can't be that stupid.

Who is the vice president?
In addition to his administrative rank, he is also the chairman of the Tokyo Committee of the Japan Physicians' Association. He has over 20 years of experience at the University of Tokyo Hospital, with a deeply entrenched network of influence. He might very well be the next hospital director.

Such a person could simply move a finger and send a small doctor like myself to the countryside.

Thinking about it, he was terrified.

He began to feel a deep sense of dread and racked his brains trying to figure out how to salvage the situation.

An apology? Kneeling?
Will the other person forgive me?

For a moment, Dr. Murakami was a bit stumped.

“Uncle Okamura, you look much younger than you did a few years ago, and your hair is even thicker than before?” Miyagi Suzuo asked naturally.

Upon hearing this, the vice president lowered his head and whispered, "I've had a hair transplant, but don't tell anyone else, or I'll be too ashamed to face anyone."

"You have image requirements too?" Miyagi Suzuo couldn't help but tease.

"Of course, it would look terrible to be half-bald in front of the cameras at a meeting."

"OK then."

Vice President Okamura's wrinkles deepened with laughter, but then, as if remembering something, he turned around.

“Oh, right, Director Niijima,” he said kindly, pointing to Suzuo Miyagi, “I forgot to introduce her to you, she’s President Miyagi’s beloved daughter.”

"President Miyagi of the Ocean Shipping Company? I've heard so much about you." Director Niijima quickly stepped forward.

“That’s right, in the end, the arm can’t fight the thigh,” the vice dean sighed and said with emotion, “President Miyagi didn’t want her to study medicine. He asked me to persuade her, saying how hard and tiring it is to study medicine, but she still came anyway.”

"Given Miyagi's family background, studying medicine is a misguided path," Director Niijima chuckled.

"No way, I admire nurses, not that I've gone astray. When I was little, I wanted to be like Uncle Okamura." Miyagi Suzuo pouted her moist lips slightly.

But this remark made the vice dean burst into hearty laughter, and he shook his head.

"Alright, alright, but now that you've chosen this path, it's too late to regret it. Director Niijima is a highly skilled doctor in our hospital, so you must learn from him."

"I will."

After thinking for a moment, the vice dean still said:
"Niijima, it just so happens that you've run into one of your juniors today... Although President Miyagi and I are very close friends, don't give me any special treatment just because of me. Reprimand him when he needs to be reprimanded, punish him when he needs to be punished. I'll take responsibility for anything that happens to you," the vice-director solemnly instructed.

Director Shinjima agreed and nodded.

next to.

Dr. Tomura and Yuzu Horikawa glanced at Murakami, who was trembling slightly, and couldn't help but look at him with sympathy, sighing inwardly.

If it were just a normal relationship, then it wouldn't matter.

But after listening to this conversation...

They seemed to see that Dr. Murakami's future was somewhat uncertain.

Indistinctly visible.

They didn't dislike Murakami. On the contrary, after two or three years of getting to know him, they realized that Murakami was just impulsive and arrogant, but he was still very loyal to his friends, which made them feel a sense of sadness, like the fox mourning the death of its accomplice.

suddenly.

Tomura Masatsu extended a hand and shook hands with Murakami.

Suddenly.

Dr. Murakami looked up and met his gaze.

"It's...no...it's...okay." Tomura opened his mouth but didn't say anything, just mouthed the words.

The comfort from his friend brought some solace to Dr. Murakami, and although his eyes were dim, he nodded.

Vice President Okamura's footsteps were steady as he took two more steps forward.

Everyone was immediately puzzled.

He's already finished exchanging pleasantries, so why is he still here?

Murakami has been tormented enough. He is prepared to kneel down, tears streaming down his face, and try to move the other party with his sincerity.

A good man can bend and stretch, and his ambitions lie far and wide, not just at his knees.

Kneeling won't have any impact.

However, amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, the vice dean stopped in front of Lin Ze and met his eyes.

"good."

This statement surprised even Lin Ze, let alone the others.

This was the first time the two had met, and they had never interacted before. Of course, this was only Lin Ze's assumption.

Director Niijima was also somewhat confused about the vice president's intentions.

Could it be that he was being too attentive to the Miyagi family's beloved daughter? So, in a show of consideration for others, he was also being more considerate to make the other interns feel more comfortable?
It's possible, but there's no need for it.

Because he is the vice president of the University of Tokyo Hospital, one of the most influential figures in the entire Tokyo medical community.

“This one also needs an introduction,” the vice dean said with a smile in his eyes, his weathered eyes drooping, as he addressed Director Shinjima, “This is my fellow disciple.”

This statement came out.

The entire department fell silent instantly.

Silence fell.

Everyone's expressions were utterly astonished. Tomura Masatsugu: "?"

Horikawa Yu: "?"

Sano Chizuru: "?"

Miyagi Suzuo: "?"

Even the usually composed and rarely fluctuating Niijima Chief's eyes widened slightly, not understanding what this fellow apprentice meant.

In the medical field.

The terms "master" and "disciple" or "fellow disciples" are not to be taken lightly.

Those who come from the same master are practically like brothers, because once someone is accepted as a disciple by a medical luminary, any medical achievements they make or any consequences they bring will be linked to their master.

As the saying goes, when one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer.

Of course, others will also decide their attitude towards their master based on his reputation.

Having the same master naturally leads to a close-knit and highly cohesive group of fellow students, which makes it easier for them to thrive in the medical field.

"Vice Dean, this..." Director Niijima was somewhat bewildered and said with difficulty, "I remember your mentor was Professor Keito?"

“That’s right,” Vice Dean Okamura patted Lin Ze on the shoulder and said gently, “This is also our first meeting. You may not know, but I am the professor’s third disciple. I became his student more than 20 years ago. Time flies so fast… You should call me senior brother.”

"Greetings, Senior Brother." Lin Ze immediately understood and bowed obediently.

Hear the words.

Murakami, standing nearby, was struck dumb as if by lightning, and his body suddenly went limp.

He almost collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, Dr. Tomura and Yuzu Horikawa quickly supported his arms, preventing him from making a fool of himself.

If Miyagi Suzuo's previous identity had instilled fear in him, then the vice dean's words, "fellow student," were enough to make him type "GG" and end his medical career.

The light of Dr. Murakami's future was completely extinguished.

In just one short hour.

"This matter must not be discussed outside," the vice dean said calmly, turning to look at everyone. "The senior professor has taken my junior brother as his last disciple, but due to special reasons, no ceremony was held, and only some insiders know about it."

The group exchanged glances and quickly agreed.

This is indeed an incredible secret.

For some reason, Vice Dean Okamura stared at Lin Ze for a long time, as if trying to read something from his face.

Then he walked to the window of the department.

Just by looking at his back, you could tell that the vice dean's mood had suddenly plummeted.

"I have been studying medicine for over thirty years, and I have grown old in the blink of an eye. I was fortunate enough to become a student of a great professor, and the time he taught me is still vivid in my mind. Unfortunately, I can't go back... Knowing how to learn, being eager to learn, and being good at learning are the teachings I still keep in mind to this day." The vice dean said with his hands behind his back.

"To be learned and resolute, to inquire earnestly and to reflect deeply—benevolence lies therein," Lin Ze said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the vice dean smiled, turned his head, and shook his finger. Then, as if remembering something, he said, "Do not be cunning, do not indulge in youthful extravagance; not an inch of time should be wasted."

Others might not understand what the vice dean was talking about, but Lin Ze understood perfectly.

This is a quote that Professor Keito often uses to teach his students. He said it to him more than once, and also to Shimazu Kazune more than once.

“I didn’t do it.” Vice Dean Okamura looked at Lin Ze with a deep gaze, but it was unclear what he meant by “didn’t do it.”

Lin Ze didn't know what to say, so he simply remained silent.

He generally understood what the vice president meant.

Professor Keito Hishida is a very pure person, somewhat idealistic. He doesn't like his students being cunning, believing it will hinder their medical research. But purity is easier said than done, since the medical field is a melting pot of fame and fortune.

Only by devoting all our energy to medical research can we stay at the forefront of the world's medical technology.

But some people have indeed done it, such as Junji Satake, who has taken his surgical skills to the world.

Perhaps, in reaching his current position, the vice president has considered that if he hadn't been tempted by fame and fortune in his youth, hadn't been focused on climbing the ladder, and hadn't been burdened by these distractions, but instead had dedicated himself to medical research, he might have had the opportunity to reach the pinnacle of medical technology.

When you're young, you don't understand, but after half a lifetime, it's too late to regret it.

Everything is a personal choice.

"Did he hit your palm?" The vice dean suddenly blurted out this nonsensical question, a smile playing on his lips.

"Not yet." Lin Ze scratched his head.

The vice dean couldn't help but laugh, a particularly hearty laugh, and with his signature laugh, he pushed open the door and walked out, with everyone seeing him off.

I watched as he, dressed in a white coat, disappeared into the doorway of the department.

Director Niijima bowed slightly, performing the proper etiquette.

"The vice dean seems like a very nice person," Chizuru Sano murmured to herself.

A smiling little old man.

……

Kneeling down to apologize is no longer effective.

After confirming the relationship between the vice dean and Lin Ze, even the disputes on Gongcheng's side no longer mattered.

In the afternoon.

Dr. Murakami was in a daze and had given up struggling.

Lin Ze and his group were too preoccupied to care about this person.

Standard time, routine rounds and consultations.

The group gathered outside the department and, led by Dr. Niijima, the head of the gastroenterology department, went on their routine rounds.

My exciting internship officially began on this day.

The happiest person was, of course, Suzuo Miyagi, because she suddenly felt very happy that, no matter what, the person she had chosen was the most outstanding among all of them.

Wearing the same white coat, she stayed close to Lin Ze, following in his footsteps.

Walking down the corridor, entering the ward, being squeezed by other interns, there was constant physical contact.

Xiaolingxu secretly rejoiced.

From now on, I must follow in Lin Ze's footsteps and cherish these small moments of happiness...

(End of this chapter)