Love Healing Manual

Chapter 67 Talent
"Judging from this, Miyagi and Hayashi seem to be a good match. They are both dazzling people and would be a good couple."

"She is very devoted to Lin Ze; this affection alone is touching."

"Chizuru is going to be stuck in the middle."

"This is a really distressing thing."

Sano Chizuru shook her head helplessly. She gave Suzuki Yumi, who was chuckling beside her, a light push as a sign of reproach. But Suzuki Yumi exclaimed and turned around, her eyes still full of laughter, as if she found the embarrassment on Sano Chizuru's face quite amusing.

"Youmei, stop gloating. Even in this situation, it's unsettling to accept gifts from others without any guilt."

Miyagi Suzuo wanted to be good to Hayashi, but she couldn't make it too obvious because she knew Hayashi's personality and knew that doing anything in the name of love would never have a good outcome.

Even if you offer them a bottle of water, they will explicitly refuse.

Therefore, she could only use the excuse of friendly interaction among the group members.

This meant that no matter what gift she gave Lin Ze, she had to give one to Sano Chizuru as well, thus concealing her obvious intentions.

As girls, Yumi and Chizuru naturally understood what the class representative meant, because the portion that Chizuru had was completely insignificant, and her accepting it would be doing a good deed.

However, even so, when the scarf box was stuffed into her arms in the early morning, Chizuru Sano was still taken aback—it looked like a very expensive item.

"If you have the chance, you can also help Miyagi-san, such as suggesting that we have a meal together. I think that would be the best way to repay her."

"Makes sense."

At the very back of the line, the two of them whispered to each other.

At the front was Section Chief Minamino, leading the group of interns. He arrived a little later than expected, and now about thirty people were following him toward the medical equipment room, which had a spacious area.

squeak-

The door was pushed open.

The group filed in and greeted Associate Professor Fujita on the podium.

The associate professor held a list in his hand and gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"Today I'll assign you the departments on duty. I've already arranged them, and now I'll give you a brief introduction."

Fujita was always in charge of the specific tasks and the rules, which was his specialty. Section Chief Minamino had made achievements in clinical medical education, so the University of Tokyo School of Medicine sent at least two supervising teachers to take charge of the interns.

Lin Ze and his group were actually quite lucky; the two teachers who led the team were both highly qualified.

"They're really going to assign departments after all."

"But we haven't even learned the basics for more than a few days."

"Do you think you don't need to learn the basics once you're in the department? You still need to study them as a supplementary subject."

"That task is too heavy..."

"So this is the University of Tokyo."

The students whispered among themselves for a moment, then Associate Professor Fujita adjusted his glasses and gestured for everyone to quiet down again.

"The rotation will be a full 48-week program, starting next week. It will cover basic clinical departments such as internal medicine, surgery, obstetrics and gynecology, and pediatrics, ensuring that each of you masters the basic diagnostic and treatment skills of all disciplines during the rotation. At the end, each department will evaluate your overall performance. This is the process performance. There will be a final assessment at the end of the rotation to test your theoretical knowledge and basic skills. Those who fail will need to complete the rotation again and take a make-up exam."

He continued, "Be careful then, try to follow the department head's arrangements, don't cause me any trouble, and report anything to Section Chief Nanye or me first. Be diligent in your daily work."

Professor Fujita expressed it subtly, but in reality, interns are at the very bottom of the department, and they have to do all the dirty and hard work, such as carrying water, organizing medical records, and cleaning.

This isn't workplace bullying; everyone goes through this.

Snapped--

A muffled lighter clicked, and at the doorway, Section Chief Nanye lit a cigarette and put the silver, brand-name lighter into his pocket.

Pale blue smoke rose.

Associate Professor Fujita continued, “Everyone will have the same amount of time to do their rotations in the department, so the order doesn’t matter much and it’s not related to grades. I’m explaining this in advance.”

"Group 1 and its leader, Lin Ze, were assigned to the First Internal Medicine Department and the Gastroenterology Department of the hospital."

"Group 2 and its leader, Taro Mizuno, are assigned to the hospital's First Surgery Department and General Surgery Department."

"Group 3 and its leader, Mizutani Nao, were assigned to the Department of Internal Medicine and the Department of Cardiology at the hospital."

……

"Group 7 and its leader, Hiramomi Onoko, have been assigned to the Department of Internal Medicine and the Department of Respiratory Medicine at the hospital."

With each of Professor Fujita's words, everyone understood which department they had been assigned to.

……

It was noon time.

The empty classroom was deserted; most students were already in the cafeteria at this hour, and it would be about half an hour before anyone came to the classroom to rest.

A moment later, Miyagi Suzuo hurriedly slipped in, sat down in her seat, and took out a very ordinary little box from her bag.

Lin Ze leaned against the door frame, looking at the box in her hand.

"Lin Zejun, come here..." Gong Cheng's cheeks flushed slightly as she beckoned to him.

After a busy morning, she couldn't wait to drag Lin Ze over by noon.

"Should I wear it now? I'm not cold."

"Try it out and see if it fits."

"alright."

Lin Ze watched as she opened the ordinary box and took out a neatly folded brown scarf. The color was not monotonous; it had strange patterns and an amber hue.

They don't flaunt it.

Lin Ze doesn't like scarves that are too eye-catching.

The weather has indeed turned cooler, and he has always had the habit of wearing a scarf.

The gift from Miyagi is quite practical.

"Let me put it on you." She picked up the scarf, glanced at Lin Ze, and tiptoed to try to wrap the soft scarf around his neck, though it looked quite difficult.

After a while.

Not only did she fail to put it on, she also exhausted herself.

"I'll do it myself," Lin Ze said calmly.

"No, I can do that."

If someone else were standing nearby, they would definitely think he was extremely arrogant, not even bowing his head when receiving a gift, making Miyagi go through all that trouble to stand on tiptoe.

They don't consider the girl's height at all.

In fact, Lin Ze hadn't considered it.

His mind was preoccupied with the department assignments he had made that morning.

Logically, he really wanted to go to the First Surgery Department, where he could be exposed to all kinds of surgeries every day, and he was very interested in that. In the end, he was assigned to the Internal Medicine Department.

Different job roles naturally require different training. This wasn't a good arrangement for him, who was eager to learn about surgery.

After a while.

He suddenly realized that he hadn't put the scarf around his neck yet, and when he turned his gaze, he noticed that Miyagi was standing there looking a little embarrassed.

"I'll sit down," he said, pulling up a chair at random.

A hint of joy appeared in Miyagi Suzuo's eyes. She quickly sat down next to him, and wrapped her scarf around Lin Ze's neck, tying it into a pretty knot in front of her chest.

Her movements were very gentle, and her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness.

It's just like a virtuous wife tying a scarf around her husband's neck before he leaves the house.

There's a cold wind outside; please don't let it bother your beloved.

"It looks great." She was very satisfied.

"pretty good."

This scarf is made of expensive materials, so it feels very soft and fluffy to the touch, and it doesn't feel heavy or bulky.

It just looks a bit ugly, nothing special.

This brings us to Miyagi Suzuo's little scheme; she specifically chose the patterns and colors to cater to Lin Ze's personal preferences.

That shows great care and consideration.

Seeing Lin Ze wearing the scarf, Miyagi Suzuo stared at him for a moment, then became somewhat lost in thought.

As far as I can remember, it had been a very long time since the two of them had spent time alone together.

Even an opportunity like today required her to rack her brains to find a pretext.

It wasn't like this back then.

She would meet Lin Ze almost every day during the long break between classes. In the vast, empty school building, all the students had left their classrooms to do exercises. After leaving the classroom, she would wander through the corridors, as if searching for the exit of a maze, with a faint anticipation in her heart, a routine she repeated every day.

No one knew about their secret hideout. In thirty minutes, the girl and Lin Ze secretly hid away.

Like two little mice.

Hidden in a secret base, the two had endless things to talk about.

They reluctantly left only when the sounds of exercise outside were about to end.

At that time, the two were so close.

Now, even spending time alone together is a luxury.

She looked at Lin Ze's face.

"Miyagi-kun, I have something to do, so I have to go now."

"Hmm... okay," Miyagi Suzuo smiled, snapping out of her thoughts. "See you this afternoon."

Lin Ze took off the scarf, put it in the box, and turned to leave.

There was no hesitation.

In the classroom, only Miyagi Suzuo remained, still lost in her own emotions, staring blankly in the direction Lin Ze had left.

"It's okay... Even if you forget me a hundred times, I will love you a hundred times again."

She murmured to herself.

……

The faculty and staff canteen at the University of Tokyo Hospital.

The air was filled with the enticing aroma of food, and the variety of dishes displayed at the serving area was dazzling.

The people coming and going were all doctors from the affiliated hospital, and the sounds of acquaintances greeting each other rose and fell.

A dining table.

Section Chief Minamino was eating heartily, and watching him eat gave one the feeling of impending starvation. He ate one bite after another, enjoying the food immensely. The curry rice on his plate was almost completely gone in no time.

In contrast, Associate Professor Fujita was much more refined, though he wasn't exactly slow and deliberate.

"After discussing it with you yesterday, I've decided to allocate the tasks this way for now. Since Lin Ze has some talent in surgery, it's better to take care of him."

"This is unnecessary. Is Yoshikawa not qualified? He has enough experience." Section Chief Minamino said calmly.

"Yoshikawa is qualified to teach interns, but he is not suitable to teach Hayashi. It would be a waste of both of their time. There is no doubt that Yoshikawa is good at suturing, but Dr. Arima is more experienced in teaching professional knowledge and clinical thinking."

"Let's arrange it this way. Let him hone his skills in internal medicine first, and then let him move on to surgery after Arima returns from his studies. This way, it won't be unfair to the other interns."

“That’s right.” Associate Professor Fujita nodded.

"Based on your observation, are there any other promising talents?"

"They're all concentrated in Lin Ze's group. Group 1 should be the most competitive right now; the others are just average."

"Being ahead of others is not necessarily a good thing. Having a good teacher can actually encourage arrogance. If, as you say, Junji Satake taught Hayashi something, then his future direction is already set."

"Surgery is a good place to go."

"Hmph, I don't think so. Every move you make under the spotlight will be scrutinized, which is not conducive to focusing on medical research."

If an intern overheard their conversation, they would be extremely surprised.

They had no idea that Professor Fujita had been secretly observing everyone, studying their performance and individual strengths. However, this was a distant prospect for the current interns, who were worried about the exams.

The real focus, however, is not on the exam.

Performance evaluation is the most basic step; what truly matters is the direction of study. Someday in the future, Associate Professor Fujita and Section Chief Minamino, as the supervising professors, will recommend specializations for the students so that each person's strengths can be best utilized.

Some people are born to be surgeons, while others are born to be medical researchers. They may not even know what they are good at, but they can't hide it from the eyes of experienced mentors.

Associate Professor Fujita felt that Hayashi Ze was very suitable for surgery.

He has a steady hand, a calm mind, and may have been mentored by a senior like Junji Satake, so we absolutely cannot waste his talent.

If we can cultivate such a promising talent within the next few years, their future will be limitless.

"I'm full." Section Chief Nanye rolled up his sleeves. "I'll head back first."

"Walk slowly."

Before leaving, Section Chief Minamino glanced at Associate Professor Fujita. Although there were rumors that Fujita was mercenary and shrewd, this was only one side of the story.

He knew that even without the professor's connection, Fujita would still take good care of Lin Ze.

Because that's the kind of person Fujita is. He has a very clear philosophy on medical education, is good at discovering students' abilities, and will not let any good talent slip by.

The fact that he has achieved his current status at the University of Tokyo's Faculty of Medicine despite not being a "regular at Tokyo University" speaks volumes about his outstanding abilities—in recent years, many excellent talents at the University of Tokyo's affiliated hospitals have been trained by Fujita.

It's important to know that the medical community is extremely exclusive.

(End of this chapter)