Love Healing Manual

Chapter 89 Try to do it
"Please remain quiet once you enter the tiered conference room. Applaud when appropriate. This entire event will be filmed. Please enter and leave in an orderly fashion," Professor Fujita said, adjusting his glasses.

The interns readily agreed, indicating that they understood.

Immediately after Professor Fujita waved his hand, everyone filed into the affiliated hospital. The large group of interns split up at the corner on the first floor, each taking a different elevator to a different department. Lin Ze and his group did the same. Since they were going to the central outpatient building, they had to walk straight through the building.

We couldn't stay any longer.

The white coats are still in the department; everyone needs to go and put them on first, so we can all wear the same uniform.

"Hey you guys, shouldn't you be checking the case reports at a time like this?"

Seeing the three of them huddled together, Otomo Shoji was speechless. Beside him, Hiramomi Onoko stared intently at Lin Ze and the others.

"We didn't have time yesterday, so let's discuss it again now, otherwise I'm afraid we won't be able to get past Section Chief Minamino." Sano Chizuru smiled apologetically.

“That’s true, we finished it all yesterday afternoon.” Otomo Shoji thought for a moment and agreed.

After all, I didn't see Lin Ze yesterday.

Here.

The three exchanged and reviewed the reports.

It must be said that Suzuo Miyagi and Chizuru Sano were definitely committed to their work, strictly adhering to the format they had discussed earlier. They practically abandoned their initial ideas entirely, and it's unclear how many drafts they rewrote before arriving at such a rigorous case analysis report.

Lin Ze's eyes frequently lit up with excitement.

“Great, I think all three of us will be fine this time,” he said.

"Thanks to Suzuo Miyagi, she talked to me again late last night after I got home. I was almost asleep by then. I felt like I had almost finished during the day and got a little lazy, but seeing how hard Suzuo was working, I felt embarrassed and got out of bed again," Chizuru Sano said, scratching her head.

"Is that so?" Lin Ze's heart stirred slightly.

He looked at Miyagi Suzuo.

“I had something to do yesterday, but thankfully you were there for me, Miyagi-kun.”

"It's alright, go ahead and do what you need to do," Miyagi Suzuo said with a gentle smile, her face even radiating a warm glow. "After all, if Lin Ze is going to do something, it must be something very important, otherwise why would he leave his group members behind?"

"Well, I really can't refuse. I'll try to balance my time in the future," Lin Ze said calmly.

He completely failed to grasp the implied meaning in Miyagi Suzuo's words.

He only felt that she was serious and responsible. He initially chose her to join the group because he thought she had good grades and could at least be a backup plan. He didn't expect her to be so outstanding.

"No need. It's my duty to remove other obstacles for Lin Ze so that you can concentrate on doing your own thing."

"In that case, please take good care of things while I'm away."

"Understood, I will definitely..." Miyagi Suzuo curled the corners of her lips and said in a light tone, "Put more effort into it."

……

While the interns were being led to the conference room, two buses carrying many passengers drove to the parking lot of the University of Tokyo Hospital.

The door is opened.

A middle-aged man in a suit, with a belly so large it looked like his shirt was about to burst open, got off the bus.

He pounded on the car door.

"Don't cause trouble for the patients in the hospital. Everyone, please try to keep your voices down. Let's arrange the physical examinations by name number this time."

Upon hearing this, the people yawning at the car windows snapped out of their daze and looked out the window in a daze.

"Have we arrived?" an old man asked.

"We should have arrived. Isn't this the Tokyo Hospital?"

"She actually fell asleep in the car."

Holding onto the handrails on the bus in front of them, this group of people, who were not young, struggled to get up.

Under the car.

Two nurses and an internist hurried over, bowing and scraping as they reached the middle-aged man with the large belly and shirt.

"Chairman Higashiyama!"

"You are?"

"We were arranged by the dean to accompany you throughout the examination. Chairman Dongshan, a special passage has been prepared for you. Please follow me directly."

"Where did Kaga go for a meeting again? Didn't we agree to have a few drinks together at noon today? That old rascal." The middle-aged man in the shirt scratched his head, his fleshy face showing some displeasure.

The doctors and nurses who came to greet them exchanged glances.

They dared not say anything when the middle-aged man addressed the dean by his given name.

The person in front of me looks like a middle-aged man, but he actually has dyed hair, a square face with fleshy cheeks, and is the president of the Japan Business Law Association.

The Japan Business Law Association, established over a century ago and headquartered in Chiyoda Ward, is an indispensable institution in Japan's economic world and closely connected to the political arena. They possess the ability to comment on and intervene in government policies, collaborate with numerous international public relations firms and other organizations in Japan, and have substantial investment capital, offering loans of at least 2000 million yen to businesses to assist in their operations and system improvement.

Of course, the University of Tokyo Hospital has also collaborated with the Commercial Law Council in recent years, and the funding for the latest research laboratory was approved by Chairman Higashiyama.

I chose a beautiful, sunny day.

The dean had previously arranged with the president to bring the distinguished members of the council together for a medical check-up.

A group of middle-aged dignitaries leisurely got out of the car, wearing sun hats and umbrellas, with various expensive jewelry and watches on their wrists. They didn't look like they were coming to a hospital at all, but rather like a tour group.

"I haven't had a check-up in over a year, and I don't know what new illnesses I might have developed."

"Don't say that. We are all healthy and will continue to contribute to Japan's economic development in the future."

The group joked.

The fact is not about making contributions.

Essentially, the Commercial Law Council is a united "non-governmental organization" whose members are mostly confidants of political figures who are unable to issue official statements.

The nurses led everyone into the special passage.

The entire hospital was bustling with activity.

In the gastroenterology department, Lin Ze and his colleagues had just put on their white coats and were about to leave with their notebooks.

Toda and the others hurriedly pushed open the door and entered the department.

We bumped into each other.

"Where are you all going?" Dr. Toda asked, puzzled.

"The department organized a meeting, and all interns are required to attend," Lin Ze replied.

"Oh dear, how could I forget about that?" Toda slapped his forehead, looking quite annoyed. "I forgot to tell Section Chief Minamino and the others in advance."

"What's wrong?" Miyagi Suzuo asked.

Ever since Dr. Murakami mysteriously submitted his transfer application, the atmosphere in the entire department has been exceptionally harmonious, and even senior colleagues like Toda dare not give Lin Ze and the others any orders.

Even, according to Yamazaki Yu and the others.

Human-to-human transmission has also occurred in other departments.

Aside from the slight unfair treatment they received a couple of days ago, the attitudes of these seniors have changed somewhat after the village was transferred.

"The Commercial Law Committee is coming to inspect today, and we're short-staffed right now, but you guys have to be called to a meeting... Oh well, hurry back after the meeting, so you don't have to work overtime and miss lunch." Dr. Toda sighed.

"Eat? Shouldn't we be off work by now?" Chizuru Sano asked, bewildered.

“That’s the usual situation,” Toda glanced at her and said calmly, “Members of the Commercial Law Association are far more distinguished than us. Asking them to wait until we finish our meal before coming back for the inspection is overthinking it…”

The entire internal medicine department was bustling with activity, but this busyness was temporarily irrelevant to Lin Ze and his team. Their primary task was a two-hour meeting.

Following the other interns, we filed into the bright and quiet conference room. We sat down in our assigned seats, in small groups.

Lin Ze sat next to Miyagi Suzuo, while Sano Chizuru sat on the far left, in the innermost position.

As Section Chief Minami walked onto the stage, he and a group of other leaders from the affiliated hospital, whom he had never met before, all sat down in the front row.

The seminar has officially begun.

……

the other side.

Inside the library at the University of Tokyo.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, and not far away stood an ancient and vibrant ginkgo tree, its golden leaves rustling down from its branches with every gust of wind.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, turning the surrounding stone slabs golden.

On the quaint wooden tables, many graduate students are studying.

Everyone was quiet, with no noise whatsoever. The occasional tapping of a laptop was barely audible.

Kitagawa Ayane is a first-year graduate student in the Department of Economics. In front of her lies a notebook filled with notes on literature from top journals in the field, outlining the research methods and innovative points of the papers. Today, she doesn't have to work on a project with her advisor, and the department hasn't organized any seminars; she has to learn on her own.

However, Kitagawa-senpai's mind was not on the research papers.

She would drift off into thought from time to time, and in the end, all the thoughts in her mind would come down to one sentence.

"Are you searching for your own value?"

With her phone lying to the side, Kitagawa Ayane held a pen against her plump left cheek, gazing absently at the ginkgo tree outside the window.

She is not someone who is particularly valuable to others.

This concept has been present since childhood.

Kitagawa Ayane was born in a place that Tokyoites call "the countryside," in Yaita City, Tochigi Prefecture, which borders Fukushima. From her earliest memories, the streets were always dirty and messy. Every time there was heavy rain or a typhoon, the power would go out at home. The trash cans on that street were always overflowing, and occasionally rats bigger than the palm of your hand would dart out of the garbage heaps.

It is the least known city around Tokyo.

He was once famous.

However, its brief period of prosperity only exacerbated its decline.

Because Sharp initially established its headquarters in Yaita City, it provided numerous jobs. However, due to the economic downturn, the factory shrank year after year and was eventually acquired and closed. The loss of jobs led to a sharp decrease in the population, as everyone flocked to larger cities. As a result, urban development in Yaita City came to a complete standstill, and eventually only a few households lived on an entire street.

There, at dusk, the most elderly people come and go.

Young people can leave to seek opportunities, but the old men can no longer move.

Kitagawa Ayane comes from a single-parent family. Her mother was originally an employee at the Sharp factory, and her father went to prison shortly after her birth, leaving her with no memory of him.

When she was a child, her biggest fear was her mother coming home from get off work.

That often means that shouts, insults, and furious cries are about to come.

Because she couldn't find any good jobs, her mother could only do day labor. Perhaps there was too much resentment in this society, because Kitagawa Ayane almost never saw her mother come home with a good look on her face. If she did, she would be secretly happy for the whole night.

All the resentment he suffered outside was vented on her, who was only a few years old.

Her mother would curse her, saying she brought bad luck and that it was all because of her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have to work so hard, and she would have married into a good family long ago and lived the happy life of a full-time housewife. She would call her a burden, a pure bloodsucker just like her father, and say that seeing her made her feel disgusted. She would complain that she didn't know how to do anything at home, only knew how to squander the family's money, and couldn't even say a kind word, and would just stand there dumbfounded when being scolded.

someday.

She kept those words in mind and made porridge at home.

Upon hearing her mother's voice as she returned from get off work, she quickly ran to the kitchen, brought over the cooked porridge, and stood in front of her mother.

As a result, she was met with a violent slap that nearly sent the young Kitagawa Ayane flying, and the cooked porridge spilled all over the floor.

It turned out that the things in the kitchen cabinet were gifts that her mother had prepared to give to others, but she mistook them for food.

Once, when she was being scolded, she didn't just stand there dumbly. Instead, she found a cardboard box and hid there for the whole night.

However, the next day he was grabbed by the ear and slapped several times.

Her mother scolded her, saying that from now on, when she was being scolded, she could only stand there and be scolded. If she dared to hide again, she would be thrown into the river and drowned.

Kitagawa Ayane actually knows a lot of swear words; she learned them from her mother, but she never uses them.

She knew how to curse people with the most vicious words; those vulgar words were poured into her ears every day when she was a child.

However, she eventually had to go to school.

Even local elementary school teachers would travel long distances to visit Kitagawa Ayane's home and fight for her a chance to attend school.

She dared not go, and did not want to go.

Because that would cost my mother's money.

Money is important, at least more important than her.

Later, Kitagawa Ayane quickly discovered that whenever her teacher called to tell her mother that she had excellent grades and would definitely get into a good university in the future, she was rarely scolded when she got home.

Therefore, Kitagawa Ayane did not initially pursue her studies because she believed knowledge was valuable and could change her life.

She studied because she believed that studying hard could change her mother's attitude towards her.

She was very intelligent, and although she had a withdrawn personality, she was well-liked by her teachers.

It wasn't just one teacher; every teacher she encountered did the same, often patting her head and praising her, "Ayane is the smartest student."

However, none of this is the most important thing.

Kitagawa Ayane felt that she had a lot of shortcomings, especially after meeting Lin Ze. She suddenly realized that she had never understood the essence of things.
She now understands that learning is not about pleasing her mother or getting praise from her teachers, but about changing her future through knowledge.

It turns out she had been doing jobs that were essentially meaningless, such as waitress, day laborer, and telephone customer service, rarely tutoring. The main reason was that she felt that in these mechanical repetitions, she could clear her mind and simply earn money by quietly doing her work.

And the goal was achieved.

However, it seems that these things do not help her improve, nor are they of any value.

During these two days of reflection, Kitagawa Ayane gradually came to an answer: value is created by action, and the meaning of action itself should not be denied just because an action fails.

When she was little, the thing she heard her mother say most often was, "It's better to raise a dog than to raise you. At least a dog will wag its tail." So she thought how wonderful it would be to be a dog... all she would have to do was please her owner and not have to do anything else.

But she is a human being.

“Try to do something worthwhile…” Kitagawa Ayane murmured.

She snapped out of her daze and picked up her phone.

As economics students, other classmates occasionally do part-time work doing market risk analysis and statistics-related tasks, and it seems that they can get orders through certain software.

However, the price is that you need at least one computer.

Kitagawa Ayane hesitated for a moment. She felt she should ask her classmates. If she could really make money, perhaps this was the beginning of finding her self-worth? And Lin Ze wouldn't keep looking down on her for being simple-minded...

broken.

She quickly shook her head.

She should focus on doing valuable things, not on pleasing Lin Ze. She seems to be vaguely confused about the essence of the matter again.

Thinking about it.

She opened LINK and searched for another female classmate in the group. Although they hadn't had much contact, the other person was a kind person.

……

Kitagawa Ayane: Are you there, Nao-san? I have something I'd like to ask you.

(End of this chapter)