Godmaking
How's your internship going?
When He Zou saw this message while sitting in front of her office computer, she took a sip of her iced Americano through a straw.
Thinking about what had just happened, she sighed softly.
Things aren't going too smoothly.
After her six-week internship, she was assigned by Dr. Fisher to perform basic examinations on patients after morning rounds, which helped her get to know them. So her internship went very smoothly.
But this smooth sailing was soon shattered.
As she was checking on the patient, a commotion came from outside the ward. She could vaguely hear hushed arguments and the sound of camera shutters clicking. The sounds were getting closer and closer, and she could tell they were coming from this direction.
He Zou frowned, but did not stop working.
As soon as she finished her examination and pulled back the curtain separating her beds, a figure quickly squeezed in and practically shoved a microphone in front of her.
"Ms. Yagyu, excuse me! We are reporters from Fuji News. We would like to ask you some questions about your relationship with Tezuka Kunimitsu!" A very fast-paced voice echoed in the hospital room, accompanied by the incessant clicking of camera shutters.
Wakana was forced to stop and look at the Japanese reporter in front of her who was clearly someone who had infiltrated the hospital.
The tall man, who identified himself as a reporter, looked down at Kazusa, whose face was covered by a mask. Although he couldn't see her expression under the mask, the calm sharpness in her eyes as she looked at him was surprisingly similar to that of Tezuka Kunimitsu.
When her gaze slowly shifted from his face to the hand holding the microphone, his hand, which had been about to push the microphone forward a little more, abruptly stopped.
For some reason, he felt that if he moved any further forward, his wrist would break.
He was just a student, yet he felt pressured by it.
The reporter quickly composed himself and was about to continue with his previous coercive interviewing methods when he heard the other party speak:
"This is a ward. Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering and taking photos. Your behavior has disrupted hospital order. Please leave immediately."
Her voice was not loud, and her tone was flat, let alone angry.
However, as an entertainment reporter, he had heard this kind of talk many times, and since this was an exclusive first-time revelation, he naturally wouldn't let it go and continued to press: "We just want to confirm whether Ms. Yagyu and Mr. Tezuka are dating? What do you think of the comments about you online? Will your relationship distract Mr. Tezuka?"
The patients in the ward were disturbed, but because they couldn't understand the Japanese conversation, they all looked at them with puzzlement or confusion.
Wazou can tolerate unfounded speculation about her private life, but she cannot tolerate it if it interferes with her work or disturbs her patients.
Without answering any questions, she stepped forward and blocked the photographer who was trying to film the inside of the ward or even the patients. Then, she looked directly into the camera, pressed the internal communicator, and called security.
The hospital's burly security personnel arrived quickly and, after understanding the situation, firmly "invited" the two reporters who were still trying to cause trouble out of the ward.
The commotion subsided, and the elderly patient who had just been examined by Kazusa looked at her with some concern: "Melodia, are you alright?"
He Zou took off his mask and smiled apologetically, "I'm fine. I'm sorry for causing everyone trouble."
"How can you blame yourself?" Although the patient didn't know why she had attracted reporters, she knew that the scene just now was clearly not what she wanted, and she waved her hand to indicate that she didn't care.
After leaving the ward, Kazusa walked to the window and looked at the two figures below who were being led out of the building by security, still looking around. His calm face seemed thoughtful.
Muller happened to be walking over from the opposite side carrying a few cups of coffee. Following Hezou's gaze, he looked out and naturally saw what was happening downstairs.
He silently took an iced Americano from the takeout box and handed it to her, saying, "Here you go." Afraid she would refuse, he added, "There's enough for everyone."
He Zou naturally accepted it, saying, "Thank you, I'll treat you tomorrow."
Seeing that she didn't want to owe him a favor, Muller frowned, his tone becoming somewhat displeased: "It's just a cup of coffee, do you have to be so polite with me? You know me..."
"Thank you for the coffee." He interrupted him with a smile, waving the medical record folder in his hand, "I have to go write the medical records."
She returned to her office and had just sat down at her computer when she received a message from her boyfriend on her phone.
Looking at the caring messages in the phone's chat window, Zou typed with a gentle smile:
"It's alright, don't worry. There's breakfast left on the table, remember to eat it."
The message was sent successfully. Holding her phone, she looked out at the gray sky and sighed softly.
The pressure from public opinion came much faster than expected.
If even she is affected, then Guoguang, who is at the center of the controversy, will suffer many times more than her and will also feel guilty...
He Zou felt a pang of heartache thinking about how he had waited for her at the door that morning, so she sent him another message:
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People are always keen on creating gods.
Tezuka's double title brings him to the pinnacle of his career, and he is just one step away from the world number one throne.
It is no exaggeration to say that all the expectations of Japanese fans are on his shoulders, and the media has even used the huge headline "Fighting for the Country" to describe it.
Years later, he was once again shackled, even more so than the shackles called "responsibility" from that year—he was elevated to a pedestal by public opinion.
No, that's not entirely accurate either. He's still half a step away from the altar, and that's why people want to clear away all obstacles on his path to it.
Before Tezuka Kunimitsu reached the top, the public could not allow any uncertainty to exist.
It was precisely at this time that news broke that he had a girlfriend.
In the post-match interview, Tezuka didn't explicitly reveal his relationship status, but rumors circulating online claim he has a girlfriend who is a classmate from university and is currently interning at a hospital. The details are so specific that it doesn't seem untrue.
The more you dig, the more you find.
Several blurry photos serve as proof that Tezuka Kunimitsu really does have a girlfriend.
The media and the public's first reaction was not to offer their blessings, but to scrutinize his relationship under a magnifying glass.
Once a person is deified, in the eyes of the public, he no longer belongs to himself, but is more like a highly efficient tool, and should not have his own emotions and needs.
"He is still young, so he should naturally prioritize his career."
"At this crucial time of preparation, won't being in a relationship distract him and affect his performance?"
"Is she trying to use this opportunity to become famous?"
"You're here to cause trouble at a crucial moment, aren't you?"
Of course, there were voices refuting this argument, but they were instantly drowned out by the pressure of public opinion.
The only way to break this inevitable product of a "god-making" culture is for Tezuka to reach the top. If he fails, then it will turn into "god-slaying".
Lin Tang, who was extremely familiar with this kind of public opinion environment, shared his views—
"Life is like a speed bump, always making you jolt and thump."
She packed her lunchbox, leaned back in her chair, and gazed at the sky, lamenting the unpredictability of life. The current situation reminded her of a hurdler in China, and the overwhelming barrage of insults he received after his defeat; Lin Tang felt a lingering fear.
She nudged her friend's leg and earnestly suggested, "Why don't you consider breaking up with your Tezuka-kun first?" Before Kazusa could roll her eyes at her, she dismissed the bad idea herself, "Forget it, if we break up now, and Tezuka loses—I mean, if he does—you'll get scolded even more."
"This won't work, that won't work, are we just going to wait to get yelled at?"
After Lin Tang finished scratching her head and sighing, she didn't hear the person next to her say anything. She felt that the other person was abnormal, very abnormal!
Lin Tang nudged her again: "How can you still be in the mood to look at the data? Aren't you worried that one day some radical fan will come and smash a hole in your head, and then you'll be sent to your neurosurgery classmates for practice?"
Looking at the information on the Pad, He Zou smiled and said, "I'm worried, so I'm looking for ways to save myself."
"What method?" Lin Tang peeked at the documents. "Oh? I almost forgot, this module internship is about to end. This... is indeed a method."
She only remembered this when she saw the "Overseas Clinical Internship Confirmation Form". She was so busy in the last two days of her internship that she forgot to check her emails, mainly because she didn't have much hope for this application.
According to regulations, they need to complete clinical internships in two departments this semester, and the choice of internship location is quite high, as long as they can find a program that is officially recognized by Heidelberg for academic credits.
Furthermore, Heidelberg University's medical school has numerous international collaborative programs and does have an application channel for overseas internships, but the requirements for students are very high, and the review process is rigorous. She submitted her application at the beginning of the semester with a try-it-and-see attitude, mainly because overseas clinical internships offer academic credits, room and board, and a stipend.
Unlike Melodia, who was fully committed to accumulating international medical internship experience, her motives were impure, so she had no expectations for the outcome.
With the attitude that it would be better if she passed, but it wouldn't matter if she didn't, she opened her mobile email.
"Why?"
She checked the words "application approved" several times before she was sure that she had really passed.
Well, I was lucky.
Seeing his friend's "so lucky" expression, he shook his head and laughed.
The review process for overseas internships is very strict. Although their destination was not a popular European or American country, but Kenya, where the competition was relatively less intense, the fact that Lin Tang's internship plan was accepted by a professor in Kenya already proved its feasibility.
Perhaps influenced by the highly competitive education he received from a young age, Lin Tang always felt that if he didn't achieve the best results, it meant he hadn't worked hard enough, and even if he did achieve results, he subconsciously attributed it to "luck".
Thinking of this, He Zou patted her fluffy head and sighed inwardly.
But aren't those who are unaware of their own intrigue the most dangerous?
Lin Tang gave her a strange look: "What's with that expression?"
He Zou smiled and said, "I'm a little conflicted. I don't know whether to say you're smart or stupid."
"Huh?" Lin Tang frowned upon hearing this. "Is it possible that I'm just a normal, ordinary person?" She believed in the Doctrine of the Mean, but someone as determined as Melodia probably didn't understand what the Doctrine of the Mean was.
He Zou felt that his friend's understanding of "moderation" was probably somewhat flawed, as moderation is not the same as mediocrity.
However, she didn't argue with her friend. She replied to the International Programs Center via email, confirming her participation in the overseas internship module two weeks later, and then continued reading her book.
Lin Tang was very impressed: "This happened this morning, aren't you worried that more people will come after you? And you still have the mood to study?"
He Zou turned a page of his book and said calmly, "Worrying won't solve the problem."
She wasn't deliberately trying to dull her senses; it's just that the distractions of the outside world weren't worth stopping her learning. The world won't make way for the timid, and only by continuously learning can one maintain the courage to explore and the confidence to confront challenges—she understood this very early on.
“…I give up.” Lin Tang slammed himself back into his chair. “It’s only been a day and tabloid reporters have already come knocking. There will only be more and more. The only thing to be thankful for is that your partner is still clear-headed enough not to confess his feelings to you directly in front of the camera. Otherwise, you’d probably have your family tree dug up by now.”
Guoguang confesses his love to the camera?
He Zan thought about it seriously, but he really couldn't imagine what the scene would be like, so he had to give up.
"Ding—", your phone notifies you of a new message.
What do you want to eat tonight?
He Zou tapped the other person's profile picture with his fingertip and replied with a few words with a smile.
So until she got off work, the other party didn't send any more messages.
See? She's so easily embarrassed. It's highly unlikely she'd confess her feelings in front of the camera.
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