Love Healing Manual

Chapter 51 Fujita's Imagination

The entire process took 20 seconds. Without hesitation or pause, Lin Ze felt his mind clear and focused as he inserted the needle, concentrating all his attention on the suturing.

That mysterious and profound state left him with endless aftertaste.

It's almost like doing math problems in the past—I got completely absorbed in it, and as I wrote each line of formulas, they became smoother and smoother.

A hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes as he admired the masterpiece on the control panel.

Associate Professor Fujita couldn't help but step forward, stand to the side, adjust his glasses, and observe the sutured tissue model.

The needle should be inserted and withdrawn perpendicularly, the distance between the needle insertion and the edge should be appropriate, the width of the sutured tissue on both sides of the wound edge should be consistent, and the knot should be secure but not too tight or too loose.

Even the thread ends are cut at a 45° angle with great experience, leaving about 0.8cm, so that it is easy to remove.

As for the speed of the movement, that goes without saying.

Associate Professor Fujita originally intended to use the correction of Lin Ze's movements as a way to teach and explain to everyone, but the suturing was completed in the blink of an eye.

He was momentarily distracted.

I didn’t have a chance to speak just now. I only watched as Lin Ze moved very quickly. He realized something was wrong after the first stitch, and then the suturing was completed in a flash within twenty seconds.

Forget about correcting, where would there be an opportunity to explain?
The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Lin Ze's actions were projected onto a large screen by a camera, with the visible range being from his upper body to his chest. The camera showed the movement of his arms and the actions of holding and inserting the needle.

Everyone else saw it even more clearly than Professor Fujita.

Before they even had time to react, they only saw Lin Ze's steady movements. The stitches moved briefly in the model, and when he came to his senses, he was already preparing to tie knots and cut the threads.

Fast, accurate, and stable.

Before anyone could react, the others had already processed what was happening.

Until Chizuru Sano asked with a bewildered look, "Lin Ze is actually an expert in suturing?"

Because her family ran a clinic, she naturally saw her father stitching up wounds for other patients and understood that Lin Ze's stitching technique was very skilled.

Unlike others who are completely confused, feel impressed but can't quite explain why, this is different from what others see.

Because the interns had never handled a model before, they didn't understand how valuable such steady hands were.

Any surgeon must work tirelessly day and night to develop superb skills and an extremely steady hand.

At the back of the classroom, Hiramomi Onoko, who had been anxiously tiptoeing, couldn't hold back any longer. She pushed aside a few classmates and quickly stepped forward.

She stood next to Chizuru Sano.

"Chizuru-kun, Lin Ze has studied suturing?"

"I do not know."

"Didn't he mention anything about being in your group? Why is it that he's learned suturing and doesn't look like a beginner? What's going on?" Hiramomi Onoko asked anxiously, almost sweating profusely.

Competitor, the biggest competitor.

This was the only thing the class monitor knew about Lin Ze; she had felt a strong sense of threat from him since her first exam after entering university.

For this reason, she has been working tirelessly for the past two years, not only striving to be the class monitor and wield power, but also giving her all in every exam, all in order to outdo Lin Ze.

But she felt it wasn't enough, she always felt it wasn't enough, and this feeling became even stronger from the start of her internship.

For some reason, Hiramomi Onoko felt that the harder she tried, the further she was left behind.

What's most infuriating is that they can't even find the reason.

She was very eager.

Standing at the very front, Miyagi Suzuo, after a brief moment of stunned silence, felt a surge of joy in her eyes, and her worries were completely put to rest.

As expected of Lin Ze.

she thinks.

The person she chooses must be the most outstanding among everyone.

Miyagi Suzuo crossed her arms, her tension instantly dissipating, and looked at the situation on the podium with considerable relaxation.

She slowly curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

On the podium.

"You've studied suturing?" Associate Professor Fujita's gaze, hidden behind his glasses, was fixed on Lin Ze.

He asked the question without any attempt to hide his true feelings.

Even students who have completed a year of internship and diligently studied suturing techniques could not possibly possess Lin Ze's skills. As an associate professor with over twenty years of experience—whose seniority surpasses even that of Section Chief Nanye—his insight is exceptionally sharp.

At first, when he watched Lin Ze stitching, he sensed something was wrong. He didn't ask any questions in between, but in just those twenty-odd seconds of operation, he could completely tell that Lin Ze must have practiced tens of thousands of times.

Impeccable. This suturing was a textbook example of skill.

Lin Ze didn't say anything, he just glanced at him.

Associate Professor Fujita met his gaze, their eyes locked for a few seconds.

"Oh, I see." Fujita suddenly nodded as if he had just realized something.

Lin Ze didn't react for a moment.

understand what?

He himself didn't understand, yet Associate Professor Fujita came up with the answer?

"As expected of Professor Keito's disciple, he seems to have received excellent training. Not bad," Fujita remarked.

This statement left Lin Ze completely bewildered.

Professor Keito Hishida's students are all top talents. Shimazu, for example, needs no introduction. At a young age, she has published several papers in top journals and is using the best pharmacology laboratory at the University of Tokyo. She even gets a chance to be an assistant on a major project like Alzheimer's disease research.

The number of talented individuals in other fields is even more astounding.

For example, Junji Satake, one of the most outstanding surgeons in the Japanese surgical field, is a master surgeon in cancer surgery. A few years ago, he performed the first surgery in Japan involving concurrent stomach and pancreatic cancer, and the patient recovered very well.

Since Lin Ze was the last disciple, Associate Professor Fujita felt it was only natural that he would receive extra care. Perhaps even Junji Satake had been invited to give Lin Ze some pointers.

It's perfectly reasonable to have such advanced skills.

Just a few moments.

After Associate Professor Fujita finished imagining the scenario, his gaze towards Lin Ze became more caring, showing concern for his junior.

Having a prestigious master is indeed the beginning of a meteoric rise in one's career...

In addition, this kid has a good personality, is neither arrogant nor impatient, and is a promising talent.

he thought.

“Your skills are already very good. I originally wanted to correct you while demonstrating for everyone, but now it seems there’s no need for that.”

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor."

"Okay, I'll demonstrate for everyone myself. Then you don't need to practice today. Instead, help the other students correct their needle-holding posture and share the key points and experiences you've learned."

“This…” Lin Ze said in surprise.

"Don't worry, you're good enough to guide your classmate. It just so happens that Section Chief Nanye isn't here today, so I'm too busy to handle everything."

"OK then."

Lin Ze immediately agreed.

Being able to help one's teachers is something one would be very happy to do; to refuse someone's request would be a bit tactless.

However, Lin Ze's mind was not entirely focused on this.

He vaguely sensed what Associate Professor Fujita meant earlier; it seemed that his status as his closed-door disciple gave the other party a reasonable explanation.

This... seems like a very good reason.

There's no need to lie or explain.

No one knew that Professor Keito hadn't actually taught him anything; it was always Shimazu who had mentored him.

Lin Ze looked away, feeling an indescribable sense of relief.

This kind of cover couldn't be more suitable.

"Lin Ze, teach me later."

She gently interrupted his thoughts from below the podium.

Miyagi Suzuo waved to him, secretly giving him a thumbs up, her smile exceptionally sweet.

He was in a great mood, so he exuded charm, winked at the other person, and smiled in return.

however.

But Miyagi Suzuo wasn't the only girl in the audience whose heart was struck by his smile.

……