Love Healing Manual

"Stop, stop, stop," Shimazu Kazune waved his hand and said sadly: "Then we will make an appointment another day."

"Goodbye, senior sister."

A wisp of wind blew by, and the door of the laboratory was closed.

……

In the corridor, Lin Ze took off his antibacterial shoe covers and threw them into the trash can nearby.

Logically speaking, he, a junior student, is not qualified to enter the graduate school.

His would-be master, the professor of pharmacology at the School of Medicine, gave Lin Ze the privilege of free entry and exit in order to observe and learn.

As a world-renowned prestigious school, those who can enter the University of Tokyo to study are monsters.

Among them, only a monster among monsters can be admitted to the Graduate School of Medicine. Once admitted, it means that you have an extremely glorious future.

Six-year model - two years of comprehensive education and four years of professional education.

Three years ago, Lin Ze was admitted to the medical department of the university with the top three college entrance examination scores in the region. As an orphan, his only guardian was his aunt.

Definitely.

The future is already in our hands.

But is that really the case?

Lin Ze was wearing a pair of shell-toe shoes bought on AB-Mar discount day, with a calm expression. Occasionally, other classmates who were rushing to class during lunch break passed by. Those petite girls wearing Dongda uniforms had flying skirts and brisk steps, but their steps suddenly stopped when they passed by him.

"What a bastard in the medical department!"

"It's really him."

"Would you like to take a photo and share it on in?"

"You were so loud and people heard it."

Lin Ze turned a deaf ear to these discussions and seemed to be used to it.

He only stared ahead, and the light blue system screen, which only he could see, displayed rows of data.

"Healing Manual"

"Host: Lin Ze"

"Health Level: Critically Ill"

"Intelligence: 7"

"Charm: 8"

"Physical Strength: 5"

"Item: None"

"Skills: Master-level pharmacology, master-level diagnostics, entry-level psychiatry, entry-level psychology, entry-level linguistics (French, Chinese, English)"

"Bound patient: 1"

Reborn in Neon, following his only relative, his aunt, to Tokyo.

Lin Ze gave up any unrealistic fantasies and chose to study hard. From kindergarten to high school, he had excellent grades. In the end, he was successfully admitted to the university of his dreams - the University of Tokyo.

I thought I had the future in my hands, but my system awakened when I entered college.

The "critically ill" above made Lin Ze worried.

In fact, he does not have any diseases. He has been running every morning since junior high school, and he has taken up hobbies such as tennis, basketball, and table tennis in his spare time.

That’s not all.

Lin Ze has been different from ordinary people since he was a child. He can smell the smell of illness in others.

Yes, being sick smells like something.

It is special and cannot be concealed.

If a person has been in a sub-healthy state for a long time, there will be a faint bitter smell of almond flavor; if the internal organs are in an unhealthy state, there will be a faint odor; if the mental and psychological state is unhealthy, there will be a strong milky smell.

For this reason, Lin Ze has experimented countless times, and his judgment has been confirmed many times - for example, his neighbor Aunt Chiho, a 40-year-old fat middle-aged woman, suffered from breast cancer.

Every time she passed by Lin Ze, he could accurately detect the faint sour smell.

After that, the sub-district office arranged a free physical examination, and the symptoms were indeed detected.

From childhood to adulthood, his judgment has never been wrong.

So Lin Ze thinks he is very healthy.

However, after the system panel appeared, he found that he had a special smell.

Aspire to make some achievements and have a glorious life. In the future, he will wear suits and leather shoes and have a high social status. Choosing medicine is also in line with Lin Ze's expectations.

In Neon, doctors are a high-paying profession, and a medical degree is also very valuable. After completing six years of undergraduate education, you can obtain a medical license, then apply for the doctoral program at the Graduate School of Medicine, University of Tokyo, and study for a four-year doctorate.

But potential physical diseases cast a shadow over the future.

Walking through the tree-lined long road on campus, his shell-toed shoes stepping on the sunlight that was cut into pieces on the ground, Lin Ze shuttled through the graduate school campus and entered the teaching building.

Crack——

Opening the classroom door, Lin Ze walked in and found a seat by the window to sit down.

Sit upright.

After enrolling in school, he had a comprehensive physical examination, but no problems were detected, which meant that the problem was too big.

"Students, let's start class." The teacher with black-rimmed glasses wearing leather shoes stood on the podium like a gust of wind: "Today's class is "Introduction to Molecular Biology and Modern Research." Please open the textbook."

Lin Ze, who was carrying his schoolbag, declined his friend's invitation to play ball. He left the classroom alone and walked around to the teaching building next to the playground.

His steps were steady and he walked up to the 7th floor very familiarly.

At the same time.

Another department of the University of Tokyo, within the Graduate School of Economics.

The one-day course also ends.

A senior student with long hair shawl picked up her backpack, walked briskly out of the classroom, and walked through the corridor.

Her feet are black stockings above her knees and a pair of small leather shoes. She is tall and has beautiful legs that are long and straight.

When the senior sister walked out of the teaching building, the sun was setting, and the sunlight outlined her curvy figure, even though she was wearing school uniform.

Everyone around you is paying attention.

However, the senior sister didn't look at anyone, and didn't care about the whispers around her. She looked straight ahead, her pace was leisurely, and her face was indifferent.

There is no pause, as if there is an invisible barrier around you, isolating all the noise.

She is a beautiful sight on campus.

The senior sister also came to the undergraduate department with ease, walked into the teaching building, and went all the way to the seventh floor.

She knocked on the door of the activity equipment room.

"Please come in." A hoarse and magnetic male voice came.

Without hesitation, the senior sister pushed open the door and entered.

She looked directly at Lin Ze, who was two years younger than her and was sitting on a chair.

He turned around and locked the door with a click.

"Senior Kitagawa Ayane, this is our seventh treatment, the time is one hour, the timer starts..."

"Okay."

The woman known as Kitagawa Ayane put her shoes aside neatly, took out the tools in her backpack, and slowly knelt down.

The coldness melted away from her face, replaced by flattery and respect. She offered the thing in her hands with both hands and stuck out her tongue.

"Haba—Haba—"

In his hand, it was a red flying disc.

Lin Ze calmly took the Frisbee and threw it away.

The senior student jumped up suddenly, her eyes showing excitement, and crawled on the soft foam blanket using all four limbs.

He lowered his head and wrote in the notebook full of handwriting:

"Kitagawa Ayane"

"Preliminary diagnosis: Cognitive complex post-traumatic personality disorder"

"Onset interval: 48~72 hours"

(Yes)