Love Healing Manual

Chapter 26 Black Pantyhose

Kazune Shimazu isn't the kind of girl who looks beautiful at first glance.

She has a better temperament than good looks, and her most distinctive feature is her intellectual aura.

Her features, while not exquisite, were at least pleasing to the eye, and the gold-rimmed round glasses perched on her nose added to her air of erudition.

Needless to say, he was wearing a white lab coat and was operating sophisticated medical instruments with practiced ease, his movements so skillful that he didn't pause at all.

A woman's charm is not limited to her appearance.

Therefore, Lin Ze always felt that Shimazu had a unique charm when she was in the laboratory, and his praise of her as "beautiful" was by no means an exaggeration.

More importantly, however, she is a straightforward person.

People who have made achievements in academia are like this: they are not "microphone" contestants, and they have no interest in complicated interpersonal relationships. Others may find them difficult to get along with, but Lin Ze likes this way of communicating very much.

"If you're not going to woo me, you'd better not compliment my looks," Shimazu Kazune bluntly stated.

"Senior sister, I'm telling the truth. How did this get involved?" He was quite embarrassed.

"Your actions before and after have led me to say this."

"Previous? Senior sister, are you talking about inviting me to dinner tonight?"

Kazune Shimazu looked up at Lin Ze. The clear glasses on her nose reflected not only his image but also the complex formulas on the blackboard behind him.

She brandished the sharp scalpel and raised her eyebrows.

"Senior sister, please don't dissect me..." he said quickly.

"Do you think I'm that cruel?"

"Okay, if you're really bothered by this, senior sister, I can apologize."

"No need."

Kazune Shimazu is very pragmatic. She doesn't have many friends. The only men she knows besides her neighbors are people from school. Excluding the older ones, there are only a handful.

Because she spent almost her entire life in school and almost never left.

But in the blink of an eye, she reached the age to settle down. After much thought, she realized that Lin Ze was the only one who met her expectations, so after much deliberation, she decided to pursue him.

But she didn't know exactly how to "soak" it.

We can only start with a meal, based on the limited knowledge our brains possess.

Then Lin Ze declined, citing reasons such as "I'm going to see a friend at 3 pm," "I'm doing a part-time job at 4 pm," "I'll be back at the store around 6 pm," and "I even need to watch the news in the evening."

The bugle has not yet been sounded.

The battle for love has failed.

She didn't mean to be petty; she just mistakenly thought her junior brother was flirting with her.

"Speak, what brings you here?"

Lin Ze doesn't usually come over, but when he does, it's definitely for a reason. This stems from his trust in her, because no matter who evaluates her, she is a person of high quality and very knowledgeable.

The second point is important, well, the first point is also important.

"I do have something to do." Lin Ze took a notebook out of his bag and placed it in front of her.

In fact, the notes contained part of his treatment plan for Kitagawa's illness.

It includes psychotherapy: cognitive behavioral therapy, dialectical behavioral therapy, trauma-focused therapy, physical therapy, and lifestyle intervention therapy.

Although Lin Ze had researched a lot of information on this topic, read many treatment cases online, and consulted some papers written by foreign experts—he could also see critical condition values ​​and pain thresholds, so he could know immediately if there was any deterioration.

But even with all these layers of insurance, he still couldn't have the most solid confidence.

But Shimazu Kazune was different; she had medical qualifications and treatment experience.

I read it carefully.

She raised her eyes.

"You wrote it yourself?"

“Yes, I had similar ideas before, but only briefly. I organized them last night,” he nodded.

"It's that friend of yours who absolutely refuses to go to a proper hospital."

Lin Ze had discussed this matter with her quite a bit before, so she knew a lot of the inside story.

“We’ve discussed it,” Lin Ze replied.

“You look very professional, but you’ve overlooked a premise,” Shimazu Kazune said, taking off her gloves and putting on a new pair before touching the microscope. “It’s a very simple thing: no matter what kind of treatment you use, the patient must have a safe, stable, and trustworthy interpersonal relationship in order to fully manage symptoms and intervene in crises. Emotional regulation should also be based on this premise.”

She continued, "If even symptom management and crisis intervention cannot be achieved, then treatment is simply a self-destructive path for both the doctor and the patient, and the vast majority of patients simply do not have such a relationship. Because they themselves resist confiding in others, they will not tell the doctor about their trauma and true thoughts, so crisis intervention is out of the question. In short, such a relationship needs to be cultivated. It may be possible to try if there are close family members involved, but it is hard to say, as many patients' traumas come from their families."

Shimazu Kazune looked at Lin Ze and shrugged.

The meaning is very clear.

A patient who cannot trust others, cannot create a sense of security within themselves, is unlikely to have trustworthy close family relationships.

It is incurable.

The renowned psychiatrist Irvin Yalom once said, "The essence of psychotherapy is to take patients who already suffer from claustrophobia into a bottomless tunnel and then walk out from the other end." Therefore, patients must have an accompaniment, otherwise they will definitely die in the tunnel.

Lin Ze did not answer immediately; he seemed to have grasped the key point and was deep in thought.

Time passed second by second, and the clock on the wall ticked crisply.

Very tacit understanding.

Shimazu Kazune had no intention of disturbing his thoughts; she silently went about her own business.

Sometimes she actually enjoys these moments, but Lin Ze doesn't come often.

A huge laboratory.

An utter silence fell, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Shimazu Kazune pushed up her glasses. She knew that Lin Ze was a very smart person, so she jokingly called him "little genius".

People like this don't need much teaching; if you teach them too much, even a genius will become a fool.

"Therefore, I need to help her build a relationship that can provide her with a sense of security and make her feel trusting; otherwise, therapy is just nonsense."

"I didn't say anything." Shimazu Kazune didn't even look up.

"Senior sister, you're such a kind person."

"Thanks for the compliment."

However, Lin Ze did not leave immediately after solving the problem, as he usually did.

Okay, so he's always been this heartless.

Kazune Shimazu was already used to it.

But just as she was about to lift her chin to remind him of something, she noticed Lin Ze rummaging through his backpack and taking out a box.

"This won't contaminate the lab. This is a Chinese dish I brought from my hometown. I think you'll like the flavor. Take it to the cafeteria and microwave it at noon. Remember to mix it with plenty of rice, otherwise the flavor will be too strong."

Lin Ze picked up the lunchbox in his hand.

"convenient?"

"Yes, I'll put it in Mr. Hishida's office for you. The lunchbox is new."

Shimazu Kazune pursed her lips, watched as Lin Ze busied himself with the task, and then zipped up her backpack again.

He waved in this direction, indicating that he was going back.

But just as Lin Ze walked to the door, about to open the laboratory door and leave,

“Junior brother,” she suddenly spoke, earnestly, “Don’t ruin your medical future because of a momentary impulse, whether it’s out of sympathy or arrogance.”

"I've remembered your advice, senior."

He paused for a moment.

Then he opened the laboratory door.

...Let's go to two sides.

On the other side, Suzuo Miyagi and Chizuru Sano, carrying their notebooks, had already arrived at the entrance of the University of Tokyo.

The two had been whispering to each other ever since they left the lab.

After discovering that Miyagi wasn't difficult to get along with, Chizuru realized that building a friendship with her was actually quite simple; Miyagi wasn't the aloof person she had mistakenly thought she was.

They were chatting and laughing, and surprisingly, they seemed to have a very close relationship.

"So you graduated from the same high school. That means Minglan High School has produced two students who went on to study medicine at university. This is something that happens very rarely these days."

"It's alright, it can only be described as a coincidence," Miyagi Suzuo stubbornly insisted.

"So, Miyagi-kun must know Hayashi-kun very well, right?"

"It's hard not to understand..."

Sano Chizuru's words triggered some distant memories for her, since she had been in university for more than two years.

“Because I was a transfer student, I was previously in a private middle school. When I transferred to Minglan Middle School, Lin was already a student representative,” Miyagi Suzuo said as she recalled. “What impressed me most was the Kyoto High School Sports Festival. He was the one holding the sign at the front of the team.”

"Lin is indeed different from other boys."

"is it?"

She was somewhat interested in what Chizuru Sano had said.

“He doesn’t judge people by their appearance, which is probably why he chose me,” Sano Chizuru pointed to her nose. “Otherwise, who would choose a chubby girl with average grades?”

"Why talk about yourself like that? I think Chizuru is very outstanding."

"No way, true happiness is being as outstanding as Miyagi-kun."

"What about me?"

"You're beautiful, you get good grades, and most importantly, you have such a great figure."

So much for that.

Sano Chizuru looked at Miyagi Suzuo's long legs, slender shoulders, and delicate face with a hint of envy. Compared to Suzuo, her body seemed like an inflated balloon.

I'm not afraid of getting fat, what girls are afraid of is comparison.

"Hey!" Sano Chizuru suddenly noticed something and pointed at Miyagi Suzuo, saying, "It's so hot, and you're wearing thick black tights. Aren't you feeling stuffy, Miyagi-kun?"

“I like wearing this; black makes my legs look especially straight! It’s a little styling tip,” she said with a smile, flicking her hair.

It's time to part ways.

Chizuru had already pushed her bicycle out, and seeing that Miyagi Suzuo was still carrying her bag, she couldn't help but ask her how she got there. When she was told that her family had picked her up, she nodded enviously.

The two waved goodbye to each other.

Stop.

Suzuo Miyagi stood at the entrance of the University of Tokyo, carrying her bag. She watched Chizuru's figure disappear around the corner, and the kind smile on her face gradually vanished, replaced by a cold expression.

"Snap!"

She kicked the small stones under her feet away.

She looked around for a moment, then hesitated.

Undoubtedly, Miyagi Suzuo wanted to spend more time with Rinze. She was quite unwilling for the day to end like this, and when they met again, it was already Monday morning.

However, while they were in the lab, Lin Ze told the two of them to leave first.

Something must have happened.

She wasn't in a hurry to go home and had time to wait a little longer at the door, but even if they met, what reason could she possibly have to chat with the other person for more than a few minutes?
Miyagi Suzuo was actually a little irritated. A person's charm comes not only from the approval of others, but also from their inner self. She really thought she was beautiful enough.

Look down.

She has long legs, her outfit is quite stylish and well-coordinated, she has a nice bust, and her face is simply stunning.

In the entire medical school (2) class, there was no girl more charming than her.

However, Lin Ze acted as if he couldn't see it.

I had no intention of having any further contact with her.

any!

This sense of frustration left her feeling helpless. Although she kept telling herself not to rush, not to rush, that they had barely spoken a few words before, but now they were in the same group and things were progressing in a positive direction, what she feared most was that Lin Ze was completely indifferent to her.

However, this sign is already quite obvious.

They were so close before.

"Is this person blind...? They've already given him a drink bottle, and he still doesn't appreciate the sentiment." She muttered to herself.

"Miyagi-kun."

"Eh!?" Miyagi Suzuo was startled and trembled twice.

She quickly turned her head and looked in shock at the person who had appeared behind her at some point.

Lin Ze's face suddenly loomed large in front of her.

"When...when did you get here?"

"Just now, I saw you standing at the school gate, waiting for someone?"

“I wasn’t waiting for you,” Miyagi Suzuo blurted out, then her mind went blank for a moment before she realized what she was doing and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, “No, I mean… I wasn’t waiting for you on purpose.”

"Ok?"

Lin Ze felt that this sentence was strange.

"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. Is Lin's matter settled?"

"Yes, I asked Shimazu-senpai some questions."

"So you're... going back?"

seriously.

After each word that Miyagi Suzuo uttered, she regretted it deeply and wanted to pinch her cheeks hard a few times to bring herself back to her senses.

She's not usually this senile; she gets flustered after just a few words.

Damn.

On the surface, Miyagi Suzuo smiled, but in her heart she wanted to tie a white cloth around her neck and commit seppuku with a Japanese samurai sword.

"Ah—" In the fantasy scene behind the white curtain, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and she screamed and collapsed to the ground.

The tombstone should also state the cause of death: stupid to death.

"No, I'm planning to go buy some things." Lin Ze's gaze lingered on Miyagi Suzuo's cheek, and he suddenly seemed to be deep in thought, his eyes narrowing.

Being stared at by that kind of gaze.

Suzuo Miyagi bit her lip, feeling like she was about to break out in a cold sweat.

The faint blush rising on her cheeks was an uncontrollable loss of composure.

"Lin... why are you looking at me like that all the time?"

"Miyagi-kun," Lin Ze suddenly asked curiously, "Do you have a girlish heart?"

……

The path is adorned with sunlight, and flowers are in full bloom on both sides of the narrow road.

They huddled together in clusters.

There were purple irises in varying shades and bright yellow daisies, all exuding a captivating fragrance.

The two walked side by side, heading out along the narrow path to another exit of the University of Tokyo. Their footsteps trod over fallen leaves and dappled sunlight, while vines climbed the stone corridor, their roots intertwining and draping overhead.

The girl, however, had no interest in appreciating the flowers.

(End of this chapter)