arrogant
Analysis, evaluation, and reporting.
An afternoon passed just like that.
"Medicine should not be arrogant."
At this moment, He Zou, sitting in the restaurant, said this.
She thought that the words she had blurted out to Tezuka earlier—"careless, reckless, and unsuccessful"—were not only inappropriate, but also showed an arrogant self-proclaimed professionalism.
Therefore, she is about to pay the price for her arrogance.
“But if you keep staring at Tezuka-kun like that, the gossip will spread throughout the entire training center before dinner is even over.”
Sitting opposite her, Yagyu Hiroshi elegantly ate his meal while also taking the time to complain about his silly sister.
“Hiro,” Kasane immediately looked away, his eyelids drooping as he asked, “is this what it feels like to dig a hole and bury yourself?”
Hiruzen sat opposite her, met her gaze, and then—
"laugh."
This sneer made Hezou, who was already feeling remorseful, narrow her eyes instantly. She subtly pointed her fork at her cousin and grinned her teeth, saying, "Speak properly."
Yagyu Hiroshi's eyelids behind his glasses fluttered slightly. He put down his fork, lightly wiped his lips with a napkin, and said unhurriedly, "I thought this was the result you wanted."
These words were so pointed that He Zou paused involuntarily, his hand holding the fork still, but his tone remained calm: "What do you mean?"
"Aren't you interested in Tezuka-kun?"
"Has your glasses prescription gotten stronger again?"
"Whether it is or not, I can tell for myself. Tezuka-kun is very nice. I hope you two get along well in the next few days."
Shut up!
When He Zou heard this, she really wanted to throw the fork in her hand at him. She had never thought that her model student cousin was so annoying!
The story begins with an assessment meeting in the afternoon.
Whenever a meeting starts, the busiest person in the conference room is always Hezou.
Due to differences in culture and philosophy, there were bound to be areas where constant communication and compromise were needed on the first day of collaboration, and Hezou served as that bridge.
The two universities are collaborating internationally with the goal of creating an intelligent health database for athletes that can automatically grow and update.
The initial concept was that once established, this database could accompany athletes throughout their entire careers. For the data to "grow" on its own, it not only required the support of a vast amount of individual athlete data, but also required the medical team to understand the athletes' thresholds and update the data based on these thresholds.
The point of contention between the two professors from Heidelberg University and the University of Tokyo lies here.
Are the various thresholds of an athlete's body objective data, or do they fluctuate depending on the athlete's mental state?
German rigor and Japanese spirit were fully demonstrated in this debate.
Heidelberg University insists on letting the data speak for itself, believing that the threshold is a specific value that can be derived from the athlete's current physical limits, while the University of Tokyo believes that the athlete's threshold can also be continuously broken through by "perseverance".
"Patience is a virtue, but only by pushing your limits can you truly grow!"
"Pshaw, ignoring the body's protests is irresponsible; this kind of reckless training will only lead athletes to self-destruction."
The two teams argued heatedly, each with experimental data to support their points. While translating, He Zou pondered and absorbed both sides' viewpoints with great interest.
"What do you think, Yagyu?" / "Melodia, what's your opinion?"
Suddenly, both sides turned their heads toward Hezou.
Because she was the only person present with education from both countries, when the debate reached a stalemate, they all wanted to see if the two viewpoints could be perfectly integrated in her.
He Zun, sitting in the row behind the two professors, was suddenly asked a question, and instantly all eyes in the room fell on her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her cousin pushing up his glasses. She wondered how he managed to maintain his refined and gentle demeanor while also showing an expression of anticipation for a good show.
He naturally wouldn't let him have his way.
In fact, ever since she made that slip of the tongue and said those words to Tezuka that morning, she had been thinking about similar questions.
After a moment of silence, He Zou organized his thoughts and spoke earnestly in front of everyone: "The charm of competition lies in athletes breaking through their own limits with perseverance and creating one record after another in the competition. I do not deny the control of the mind over the body, but I also believe that truly mature athletes cannot ignore the protests of their bodies. They have to take responsibility for their careers and need scientific advice."
Just as the students of Tokyo University were about to refute her, Kazusa continued, "Of course, scientific and objective training data cannot completely eliminate the pain that training brings to the body. I think the significance of us medical personnel to athletes lies in this—letting the data speak for itself, making every hardship worthwhile, encouraging them to strive in a direction that can truly bring improvement, reducing meaningless wear and tear and injuries, and extending their athletic careers as much as possible."
Modern medicine still faces countless uncertainties. Whether it's data-driven determinism or psychological determinism, does it place medicine above people and ignore the athletes themselves?
Originally, her words were more of a self-reflection, but to everyone's surprise, Professor Antberg's serious and rigid face showed a hint of astonishment after listening. Then, Kanade saw him exchange a glance with Professor Uchida from the University of Tokyo. The two who had just been at odds suddenly developed a strange understanding.
He Zou originally thought that the two professors thought that her thinking as a student was somewhat simplistic and ridiculous.
If that's the case, there's nothing wrong with it. He Zou has always dared to express his own opinions and has no intention of showing off his limited knowledge.
Now, they actually think her philosophy is a perfect match for Tezuka's training methods, so they've put her in charge of monitoring Tezuka's daily training data one-on-one.
Wazoo came here with a learning attitude and wasn't picky about the work, but... something seems a little off?
Monitoring during the day, inspection at night.
Yes, she went from being Professor Antberg's assistant to being Tezuka Kunimitsu's personal physician.
But her original target was Professor Antberg, not Tezuka Kunimitsu.
Actually, it's clear from Kanade's aloof attitude towards Rikkai University's tennis club that she's not particularly interested in tennis. She only started watching tennis matches after returning from Austria, and so far, she's only watched Tezuka's matches.
While watching the game, Kanade habitually observed him from a medical perspective. The oppressive presence of Tezuka Kunimitsu on the court stemmed from his incredibly precise ball control, a result of his highly developed small muscle groups, and his mental fortitude that always pushed his physical limits at match point.
But his injuries also stemmed from this.
The longer this continues, the greater the likelihood that his body will break down due to the tension caused by carrying two completely different ideologies.
Sometimes when watching the game, Kazusa would think, "Someone like Tezuka should be more rational, so how could such a pure passion burn beneath his cool exterior?"
Even as she sat in the cafeteria, she was still thinking about this question, and her gaze involuntarily fell on Tezuka, who was sitting diagonally in front of her...
"You're surprisingly lively, Yagyu-san." Fuji swallowed a piece of wasabi sushi, watching as Sadaharu opened his thermos. He smiled and asked the question that everyone at the table was curious about but dared not ask, "Speaking of which, Tezuka and Yagyu-san were university classmates. You knew each other back in university?"
Sure enough, everyone at the table turned their attention to Tezuka because of his question.
Tezuka remained unmoved: "No."
That's the truth; he and she never met in Heidelberg.
Fuji's sharp gaze swept across his friend's cold face, and he quietly looked at Tezuka for a few seconds with an understanding and pleasant smile.
This was his unique way of teasing Tezuka, and unsurprisingly, Tezuka ignored it.
But that was enough for Fuji—Tezuka's reaction itself spoke volumes. He then readily suggested, "Now that we're acquainted, you can invite Yagyu-san over for dinner next time. Everyone should be very happy to oblige. Maybe you can even look out for each other in Heidelberg!"
Oishi didn't think much of it; he just felt that having another fellow countryman in a foreign country was always a good thing. Hearing Fuji's words, he nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, it's always inconvenient to be alone abroad. Yagyu-san seems very reliable. If Tezuka gets sick someday, you can ask her to take care of you. Besides, she's Yagyu's sister; if anything happens while you're alone abroad, Tezuka can look after you. Germany is so far away; I've heard medical care is very inconvenient there..."
Seeing that he was starting to ramble on again, the impatient Kikumaru Eiji grabbed the cup next to him and handed it to him, silencing him.
Oishi gave his partner a grateful look, but didn't look at the cup that his partner had shoved into his hand, and so—
"Ugh—what is this?!"
"Juice... huh?" Eiji realized something was wrong, peered into the mug, and instantly bristled, turning trembling towards the culprit, "Damn it!! Why did you bring this stuff again!! Waaah! Oishi! Crack up!"
"We have specially prepared an upgraded version of the dry sauce for this training camp. Please feel free to try it."
Who wants to taste something so unpretentious!
Hehe~
A chaotic scene ensued, with people and horses falling to the ground.
Tezuka stood with his arms crossed, watching his friend's masterpiece. His brow furrowed, and he radiated a cold aura. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a voice behind him.
"Tezuka-kun, what happened?"
Tezuka turned around and met her concerned gaze. His cold aura faltered, and he replied softly, "...It's nothing."
"Then what's this?" Kazuna peeked out from behind him at the seemingly unconscious egg-headed boy and the horrified expressions on the faces of those around him. She felt that Tezuka's "it's nothing" explanation was not very convincing.
Her gaze shifted and landed on the messy dining table, where there was a pool of brightly colored liquid... Um, what is that?
"It's a sports drink." Sadaharu Kanade appeared beside Kazusa at some point, took out a small cup of the drink, and handed it to her, enthusiastically recommending it to her, "It's a beautiful color, isn't it? And it's full of nutrients, good for your health. Would you like to try some, Yagyu-san?"
Just as He Zou was about to reach out and take it, he saw that the man's wrist was firmly grasped by a hand with distinct knuckles.
Tezuka gripped Kane tightly, looking at him with icy eyes and a stern tone in his voice: "Kane, that's enough."
ah……
Kanade gazed at Tezuka's cold profile, her lips slightly parted. She wasn't convinced by the spiky-haired boy's wolfish charm, after all, that color was anything but "edible."
She raised her hand to fan the aroma of the liquid towards her nose, discerning the scents: Coptis chinensis, vinegar-soaked sparganium, vinegar-cured dried viper, salted fish sauce, chili sauce, and—
"Ink?" Kazusa couldn't help but ask.
She didn't understand what the ink was for here.
"For color mixing!" Ignoring Tezuka's forceful attempt to stop him, Kan excitedly leaned closer to Kazane. "Yagyu-san can smell it?"
“…Only a part.” Kanade said, subtly taking a step back, but her gaze didn’t linger on Tezuka; instead, she looked at him with a questioning expression.
Tezuka nodded to her: "Sadaharu Miki."
So Kazusa stopped and didn't retreat any further, and Tezuka released his grip.
He took the glass of colorful black beverage, smelled it carefully, and said approvingly, "Cheers... this recipe is pretty good."
“Right!” Gan grinned. “But it’s not perfect yet. I just had someone test it out, and it seems to cause fainting easily. It needs further improvement.”
"Why not add Wulingzhi?"
"Five-spice powder?"
He Zou explained with a smile, "The dried feces of the flying squirrel has a refreshing smell and can also promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and relieve pain."
Gan opened his notebook and carefully wrote down: "That's a really good suggestion. I didn't expect that Yagyu-san also had some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine."
“I had a classmate from China at university, and I learned some things from him.”
"I see. May I ask Yagyu-san for advice later?"
"Of course, you're welcome."
"..."
Looking at that bright smiling face, Tezuka finally couldn't resist and raised his hand to rub Seimei's acupoint.
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