Love Healing Manual

Chapter 137 The Past
Speaking of Miyagi Suzuo and Kitagawa Ayane, they're really crazy. They're the kind of people who fight and pull each other's hair without holding back.

During these conversations, one of them dared to speak out, and the other dared to listen.

Last night.

Even after Lin Ze had fallen asleep late at night, the two of them were still chatting on LINK.

The content specifically recounts some stories between Miyagi Suzuo and Hayashi Sawa during their high school years. Of course, it was shared with Kitagawa Ayane in a very fragmented form, and it was also slightly embellished. But Miyagi Suzuo definitely did not lie, and she would not stoop to lying.

Through the scene described by Kitagawa Ayane, it seemed that she could really imagine such a high school, where boys were running and playing on the green field, and many people were shouting Lin Ze's name. That high school was a well-known public school, full of outstanding students.

This high school consistently ranks among the top in annual sports festivals, ball games, and the Kyoto Prefecture Wind Instrument Competition, with its passionate and spirited boys and girls achieving outstanding results.

As soon as you step out of the school gate, the cherry trees planted on both sides of the long street will bloom with delicate pink cherry blossoms in April. The monsoon winds blowing from the Pacific Ocean bring warm weather, and by late April, the cherry blossom petals will cover the entire street.

After school, I walked from the school gate to the end of the street.

It was often when Miyagi Suzuo and Hayashi Sawa parted ways.

At this moment, the tender-hearted girl would tiptoe to sweep the petals off his shoulder.

However, people who are tired of seeing cherry blossoms in full bloom will become less and less concerned about their beauty, and their unrestrained footsteps will trample on the ground, crushing and mixing the pink petals with the dust, until the hot and humid rainy season arrives.

Suzuo Miyagi tells Ayane Kitagawa that she had also been to Hayashi's house, but she didn't even go up to the second floor. The two of them used an old, broken ladder that had been abandoned in an alley to climb up to the rooftop, and it just so happened to rain that day.

The greenery planted on the rooftop takes on a vibrant new look in the raindrops, though of course, Tokyo in summer is never complete without the grime of mud mixed with rainwater.

As the rain intensified, Lin Ze covered the top of the old clothes rack with a large plastic sheet, and the two sat on small stools made from water buckets, listening to the rain and discussing their plan to skip school and go to the sea.

Miyagi Suzu listened to what Lin Ze was saying, and heard the "patter" of rain on the plastic sheet. The whole of Tokyo was submerged in a hazy mist. At her feet, rainwater jumped into puddles, and mud splashed up and stuck to the young lady's perfectly white ankle.

When the rain stopped, she realized that her ankles were covered in tiny specks of mud.

She said she and Lin Ze left some things on the rooftop, which were proof of the past.

After listening to these fragmented accounts...

Kitagawa Ayane was skeptical. Firstly, she suspected it might be a psychological tactic by the young lady, deliberately emphasizing how close she and Lin Ze had been to make her wary. Secondly, she didn't seem to be lying; the story she told was so captivating that she was completely engrossed.

The rooftop...

Kitagawa Ayane, wearing slippers, hesitated before standing up and walking to the door. She pushed the door open and went up the stairs to the second floor.

Since Lin Ze wasn't home, she was quite bold, and when she reached the end of the stairs, she found herself in unexplored territory.

There was a dilapidated ladder leaning against the corner of the wall.

Kitagawa Ayane tried pushing the ladder and found it wasn't particularly heavy. At that moment, her curiosity reached its peak, and she grabbed the ladder with both hands, opened it, and placed it under the roof.

She climbed up using both her hands and feet, and when she reached the top of the ladder, she tilted her neck to the right, grabbed the handle of the rooftop door, and pushed it up with all her might.

instantly.

Golden sunlight shone down from overhead.

Kitagawa Ayane had no choice but to squint her eyes, and soon she peeked out from the rooftop.

A gentle breeze blew, the wind on the rooftop was noticeably stronger than down below, causing the strands of hair covering her shoulders to flutter.

She stood on the rooftop with some difficulty, and when she felt a chill, she realized that she had forgotten to change her clothes and was dressed very thinly.

However, Kitagawa Ayane didn't care about any of that at the moment. After looking around, she began to search everywhere.

The rooftop was cluttered with a lot of miscellaneous items, and there was also trash that seemed to have drifted in from somewhere. In the corner, someone had thrown away an empty beverage bottle, and there was a cylindrical clothes rack that was almost falling apart.

Kitagawa Ayane wandered aimlessly, hoping to find the proof that Miyagi Suzuo had mentioned.

Not a moment later.

Her gaze fell on the plastic sheet that was curled up in a ball and stuffed under the clothes rack. After searching unsuccessfully, Kitagawa Ayane stepped forward and lifted the tattered plastic sheet.

And the moment I saw the pictures on the mottled wall.

Kitagawa Ayane was stunned.

Two names were clearly drawn on the wall, with a very ugly little heart enclosing the names.

On the left is written Miyagi Suzuo.

On the right side, it says Lin Ze.

then.

From this moment on, the innocent love of their youth was unveiled in the presence of Kitagawa Ayane, the so-called newcomer.

……

Here, at the affiliated hospital of Southeast University.

According to Dr. Yi Hucun's experience over the past few years, it is very common for patients to run away in a hurry after treatment because they cannot accept it.

When patients suspect they have a certain illness, they subconsciously feel resistant, and some even think that the doctor is not competent and go to other hospitals for treatment.

However, this situation generally does not occur at the University of Tokyo Hospital, since it represents the highest level of medical care in Japan, and there is little point in going to other hospitals for treatment.

Dr. Tomura first went to the men's restroom on the floor, but couldn't find the patient, so he called Dr. Horikawa.

Soon, his panting figure appeared below the central outpatient building.

Dr. Horikawa was also standing there, gently persuading the man in front of him. Seeing the man's dejected expression, he immediately knew that this was the patient he had just treated.

For doctors, not only is superb skill required, but also patience and communication skills with patients are also very important. Hucun realized that this patient was a rare and good case, and he needed to gain a deeper understanding of the specific situation. He had to seize this opportunity.

“Hello, I’m the attending physician in the gastroenterology department. You can call me Tomura,” Tomura said, extending his hand. Looking at Oura Yu, who was in pain, he swallowed and continued, “If you’d like, I can examine you again.”

"Another treatment?" Oura Yu frowned, looking distrustful.

Twenty minutes later.

In the consultation room, Tomura Masatsu put down his stethoscope and waved his hand to let Oura Yu, who had calmed down, put down his clothes.

His expression wasn't pleasant, even though he was trying his best to remain calm.

"Doctor, how was the result of this treatment?" A glimmer of hope appeared in Daipu You's eyes as he glanced at Lin Ze standing beside him and asked cautiously.

"I advise you to prepare for a chest CT scan. Given the current pathological features, preparing for the worst will only do you good. Early detection also means early treatment."

“I knew it…” In an instant, Oura Yu’s eyes dimmed.

Dr. Hucun put his stethoscope aside and asked in a less serious tone, "What do you do for a living? May I ask?"

"Truck driver, transporting seafood."

"What about the family situation?"

“I have a seven-year-old daughter, my wife is gone, and my parents are gone too,” said Oura Yu, his shoulders slumping as if all his strength had been drained away. He said hoarsely, “Doctor, why don’t you tell me the truth? I’ve recovered now and can handle it.”

"We can't make a definitive diagnosis right now; we can only say we have some suspicions." Hucun lowered his voice, took a deep breath, looked at Lin Ze beside him, and then turned to Oura Yu, saying, "Dr. Lin also diagnosed you just now."

The way he called out "Dr. Lin" was indeed very meaningful, making Lin Ze raise an eyebrow.

Surprisingly, it was somewhat helpful.

He finds the word "internship" particularly pleasant to hear.

"Why don't you say it, Dr. Lin?" Dr. Tomura's words surprised Horikawa Yuzu.

"Well, I initially suspect it's esophageal cancer, probably in the middle stage. If you can tolerate an endoscopy, you can also have a biopsy done. This way, we can directly observe the lesions in the esophageal mucosa and take tissue to confirm whether it's cancer cells." Lin Ze didn't mince words, his tone straightforward.

“Esophageal cancer…” Oura Yu was somewhat stunned, clearly not expecting the situation to be so dire.

Upon hearing this, Hucun nodded in agreement.

His diagnosis was similar to Lin Ze's, so there was no possibility of misdiagnosis. Of course, Lin Ze's diagnosis was conservative, which may have been taken into consideration. In fact, it was already showing signs of being in the middle or late stages.

Furthermore, the patient exhibited obvious symptoms such as anemia and a significantly weakened immune system, including persistent oral ulcers, demonstrating the severity of their condition. Regarding the possibility of head and neck cancer, Dr. Tomura was somewhat certain but not entirely certain; he was considering how to conduct a second examination.

It's best to avoid telling the other party bad things right now.

Why didn't you come to the hospital sooner? Your symptoms must have been going on for a long time, right?

"I don't have time. I drive from morning till night. I thought it was a minor ailment and didn't pay much attention to it. I figured I could just bear it for a while."

"Your body is your own, so you have to take it seriously." Hucun shook his head.

Many patients only realize they need to go to the hospital when they have no other choice but to wait until it's too late.

However, by then, it's already too late.

However, having seen similar situations many times, Tomura knew that this was a very common problem and that he couldn't persuade him otherwise.

Indeed, people who are busy making a living every day don't have the time or energy to pay attention to their health, unlike those in the upper class who have regular check-ups without spending a penny, and whose doctors have to cooperate with them wholeheartedly.

Take himself for example. He knew drinking was bad, but he still drank like crazy to please his superiors. This kind of behavior of not cherishing one's health is the same.

"Doctor... if we consider the worst-case scenario, surgery will be necessary, right?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on whether you meet the surgical criteria."

"What about the fees? How much are they usually..." After saying this with a flicker in his eyes, Oura Yu looked even more weathered.

“The situation is different. We will proceed according to the treatment plan. Don’t worry, our hospital has a medical subsidy for model patients. This is not yet covered by medical insurance. The most important thing now is to confirm your specific situation,” Dr. Tomura once again demonstrated the patience cultivated by his rich experience and comforted you. “Even if it is stage IIb (intermediate), our University of Tokyo Hospital has a 68.1% success rate in treating patients. Many patients are still healthy after the five-year observation period.”

"That's good."

“If you agree to have a gastroscopy, you can go home and prepare first, Horikawa,” Dr. Tomura said, looking up at Yuzu Horikawa beside him. “Explain the precautions to the patient and register the information again. Prepare to be admitted to the hospital in a few days.”

"Understood." Horikawa Yuzu nodded.

After a while.

The anxious patient left, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone in the department returned to their seats.

Chizuru Sano couldn't help but sigh, "It's really stressful to tell a patient such a diagnosis. I almost felt bad about it just now."

She found it inexplicably cruel.

“Yes, Dr. Lin,” Tomura said, ignoring Sano Chizuru and looking at Lin Ze. “Your judgment is very accurate. I think it is esophageal cancer complicated with head and neck cancer. The only problem is that we don’t know the extent of the spread… If the tumor invades the outer lining of the esophagus, then it will be troublesome.”

"Let's prepare for the worst." Lin Ze knew the situation was far worse than they had described to the patient.

“You’re very capable to be able to diagnose such a condition,” Dr. Hucun said after a moment of silence, then added with admiration, “When I was your age, I wasn’t even familiar with palpation when I was an intern, let alone diagnosing a patient… Sigh.”

I don’t know what I thought of.

He then exclaimed, "As expected of Professor Hishida's disciple, he cannot be judged by ordinary standards."

“It’s because of his excellence that he was accepted as a disciple by the great professor,” Miyagi Suzuo added, glancing at Lin Ze.

She made no attempt to hide her pride, which was evident in the curve of her lips.

In this world, Lin Ze could have countless fans.

But Miyagi Suzuo is definitely the one ranked first.

“You can definitely take the chief physician’s position now, which will reduce my pressure a bit,” Dr. Tomura said with a hint of self-satisfaction. After a moment, he changed the subject: “By the way, let me sort this out and submit it to Director Niijima. Then let’s communicate with other departments. Joint consultations will be inevitable in the future.”

"can."

"Okay, Lin Ze, remember to sign your name after you finish writing the medical record."

Dr. Hucun's sudden remark made Lin Ze raise an eyebrow.

He instinctively looked at the other person.

I never expected the village doctor to say that.

After all, the other party has a hundred reasons to sign their name as the chief physician, thereby taking full responsibility for Oura Yu's treatment.

"Write my name?"

“Yes,” Tomura Masatsu crossed his arms and smiled, “Whoever discovers it deserves credit for their diagnosis, even if you’re an intern. It feels good, doesn’t it? I believe this is an unforgettable experience to diagnose a cancer patient for the first time using your professional knowledge.”

“Yes, I feel…very good.” Lin Ze suddenly had a change of opinion about Hu Cun Zengshen, the department’s top assistant.

So he did the same.

Respond with a smile.

(End of this chapter)