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"Good morning, Miss Anna. These are the items I returned."
Good morning, Melodia. Have a great last day of your internship.
"I will, thank you."
After returning her white coat, temporary work permit, and access card to the department secretariat, He Zou took the completed "Clinical Module Manual" and headed towards Professor Miller's office.
In the quiet corridor of the office area, she would occasionally nod and greet the medical staff who were rushing by, and she would receive their not-so-enthusiastic but earnest responses.
Occasionally, inquisitive glances would fall upon her, but they would quickly disappear at the end of the corridor with her hurried steps.
This inquiry likely stems from curiosity about her identity as the "girlfriend of a famous tennis player," but so far no one has dared to bother her.
Thanks to the Germans' cold sense of boundaries, Hezou's last day of internship was able to end peacefully.
Clutching the documents, she walked alone through the narrow corridor, turning the corner and stepping into the spacious hospital lobby.
All sorts of sounds surged in like a tide, and the air became fresh and invigorating.
Hezou has always loved this moment.
As her senses shifted, she seemed to step into a grand life narrative, becoming a part of it, which instilled in her a sense of solemnity and mission.
Hospitals are places where human emotions are most concentrated, like a huge melting pot of humanity, melting away the pain, anxiety, and expectations that are stripped of pretense. Her emotional fluctuations caused by the noisy online public opinion were quickly submerged in the process.
He Zou smiled and knocked on the door of Professor Miller's office.
"You're here." Miller looked up from his desk, glanced at He Zou, and said, "It's good that all three of you are here. I have to give a lecture this afternoon. I've already signed the module manual and internship certificate."
He Zou walked to the desk, placed the handbook in front of the professor, turned his head and met the gazes of Müller and Schneider, who had different expressions, and greeted them with a slight smile.
Schneider, who had been outwardly kind to her, greeted her with a gentle "Good morning," while Muller gave her a dark look before looking away.
Professor Miller ignored the interns' commotion, glanced through their completed internship records, and without a second thought wrote different comments on the three handbooks before returning them to the three students with a stern face.
As He Zou stepped forward, he glanced at her and casually asked, "I heard from that guy that you're going to Kenya for your internship in the second half of the semester?"
After six weeks, Hezou had gotten used to the serious teacher referring to Professor Antberg as "that guy".
“Yes, Professor.” Kazusa took the certificate recording her performance with both hands, without looking at the evaluation on it, and bowed slightly to say humbly, “Thank you for your patient guidance during this time. I have benefited greatly.”
Professor Miller nodded, a rare smile appearing on his usually stern face. "Good choice, a place that can train people."
There was already a simplified surgical trial project for spinal infections in collaboration with the Antberg Lab over there, so clinical practice and research could be done simultaneously. This kid certainly knows how to choose, and dares to choose.
There are countless intelligent doctors in the world, but courage and conviction remain rare qualities among them.
How could such an outstanding student have been snatched away by that guy Antberg?
With a glimmer of hope, Miller asked Kazusa in the same tone he used to coax a child during his outpatient clinic, "Would you be interested in becoming my student at the Department of Neurology later?"
He Zou naturally knew that such a top industry expert would not need another student like her, but she still replied respectfully, "The inner and outer worlds of the divine are deeply intertwined, and there are many things I will need to ask you for advice in the future."
That's true; it sounds much better than what his arrogant nemesis said.
Miller took a sip of his hot coffee and waved for the three of them to leave with a serious expression.
Just like at the beginning, the three people walked together, with two tall men in front and He Zou carrying her folder and walking slowly behind them.
They remained silent the entire way.
During this period, such an atmosphere inevitably became somewhat awkward.
Schneider was looking down at his internship evaluation, his aura somewhat tense, while Muller seemed lost in thought and made no move to speak.
Hezou had no obligation to ease the tension, or rather, because she didn't care, she didn't feel embarrassed and just focused on walking her own path.
"Kenya, are you... going alone?" Muller spoke first, but his melancholy tone inevitably left room for speculation.
He Zou smiled naturally and said, "Together with Lin Tang."
Muller slowed his pace until he was beside her, and he forced a smile, suppressing his temper: "I mean, isn't your boyfriend coming with you? It's such a dangerous place."
Now, He Zou's smile vanished. She looked at Muller with an expression of utter absurdity: "Why should he come with me? He doesn't need to do his internship."
Muller's eyes lit up: "So you mean you don't actually need him, right?"
When asked this question, He Zou was both amused and exasperated, but too lazy to argue, her answer was simple and blunt: "I love him."
Love is not an exchange of value.
Based on Wazou's unique experience, only when a person possesses the ability to handle everything independently and asks nothing of the other person can they be considered to have the "ticket" to love. Because only at this point can one truly love someone with an attitude of appreciation.
Because she was able to handle everything, she didn't need Guoguang to do anything for her. On the contrary, his very existence made her want to cherish and nurture him.
But these things don't need to be told to outsiders.
So “brutal” is probably the word that came to Müller’s mind. He didn’t understand harmony and only found her words perfunctory and harsh. He could only slowly clench his fist on the evaluation form to resist the dull pain in his heart.
Even if it brings you countless insults and trouble?
He Zou looked down at the road and chuckled: "Those weren't brought by him. Neither he nor I need to take responsibility for the malice of others, and besides, it's not even a problem."
Yes, the only time she got angry was because the two reporters disturbed the patients and disrupted the hospital's order, and those two Japanese reporters never appeared at the hospital again after that.
She appears so humble, but inside she is incredibly firm and insightful. Once she sees that those malicious acts are merely cognitive shortcuts born of ignorance, she no longer cares about any kind of abuse, nor does she attribute them to Tezuka Kunimitsu.
He actually understands her very well, doesn't he?
Muller gazed at Hezou's profile, lost in thought.
A muffled thud made Hezou and Muller look over at the same time—it was the sound of Schneider slamming his fist against the wall.
"Schneider?" Muller looked at his usually composed friend with surprise, wondering what had suddenly gotten into him.
Schneider ignored him, instead turning around and striding up to Kazusa. He used his height to look down at her, his usually well-hidden arrogance blatantly revealed in his eyes. His usually composed face now appeared grim and fierce with anger.
He Zou looked at him calmly, without the slightest surprise.
"Give me your manual!" Schneider's voice was low and urgent, tinged with arrogance.
He Zou refused decisively: "I have no such obligation."
It's this pretentious air of ease that's infuriating.
Six weeks later, Schneider's patience finally ran out.
He reached out and snatched the folder from He Zou's arms. No matter how smart she was, she was still a woman, and physical strength was an insurmountable obstacle!
Just as Schneider's hand was about to touch the blue folder, Hezou didn't back away. Instead, he took half a step forward, found Schneider's center of gravity when his arm was hanging in the air, and used a clever force to swing him away.
Her clear eyes reflected Schneider's disheveled appearance as she spoke, "Are you going to continue making a scene?"
Her tone remained calm and reassuring, as if the other party's malice had had no effect on her.
Muller had already realized what was happening. He stepped forward, grabbed his friend's arm, and warned him disapprovingly in a low voice, "Schneider, what are you trying to do? Don't forget that the professor has the right to retract his evaluation!"
“Withdraw?” Schneider seemed to find it laughable. His skin was flushed red with anger, and he asked with a ferocious expression, “What’s the difference between an evaluation like ‘performance did not meet expectations’ and a withdrawal?!”
Muller looked at the crumpled manual in his hand, a look of surprise in his blue eyes.
Although Professor Miller appears stern, he is not as harsh on students as Professor Antberg. Negative comments such as "not meeting expectations" rarely appear in his evaluations. After all, the Clinical Module Manual is of great significance, equivalent to a medical student's file, and will affect the intern's future application.
Müller's astonishment made Schneider even more embarrassed. He pointed at Hezou and growled, "It's all because of this woman!"
"What does this have to do with her?" Muller frowned, unable to understand his friend's thought process for the first time.
As an intern, you can't influence the professors' decisions. Besides, Kazusa is just an international student with few interpersonal relationships. How could she possibly affect Professor Miller's evaluation of her?
"Ask her what she did!"
"Me?" Meeting Schneider's probing gaze, He Zou smiled and said, "I only provided the professor with your transaction records with the reporter, as well as screenshots of your social media accounts leaking my private information and making false statements."
Faced with the two's shock, Kanade was also somewhat surprised: "Do I look like someone who is overly kind?"
There are many smart people and many kind people, but there are not many kind and smart people.
Kazusa always thought of herself as a "kind and intelligent person" and was proud of it, but others didn't even notice that she had this advantage.
She was also somewhat devastated.
That makes sense, though. If Schneider had found out, he probably wouldn't have been so foolish as to think that he could gain more opportunities by making things difficult for her.
When He Zou obtained the evidence, he felt that his classmate was neither kind nor intelligent. Otherwise, he should have known that jealousy is the most useless emotion, and its spearhead will only be directed at oneself in the end.
However, when she told Tezuka about it with some disappointment, Tezuka, who was holding her in his arms, chuckled and immediately affirmed her excellent quality.
Melodia's kindness has an edge, which is good.
That way, he wouldn't be so worried in the days to come.
"Guoguang".
"Um?"
"Don't frown." He sat up in his arms, raised his hand to smooth out the fine wrinkles between his brows, and solemnly assured him, "I will protect myself."
"I know." Not wanting her to worry about him, Tezuka took her hand between his brows, kissed it, and then gently rubbed his palm against his cheek. "But I will... miss you."
Aaaaaaah!
He Zou felt his hardened heart shatter in an instant!
She suddenly threw herself into her boyfriend's arms, who looked aggrieved, and, cupping his face, blurted out, "I'm not going! I'm not going!"
Tezuka's face was held in her palm and he couldn't move. He could only look down at her and sigh helplessly, "Didn't you already sign the confirmation letter?"
"I regret it! I regret it!" Kazusa's mind was filled with the look on his face when he said he would miss her. She was so bewitched that she didn't want to think about what would happen a week from now. She hugged his neck and shook her head against his neck, acting spoiled.
Tezuka's chest trembled, his laughter deep. He turned his head and pecked Kanade's ear, softly calling her, "Melodia."
As He Zou spoke, she became genuinely frustrated, burying her face behind his neck without coming out or making a sound.
Seeing this, Tezuka tightened his arms around her shoulders and back until there was no gap between their bodies, then whispered sweet nothings and affectionate nicknames in Kazuna's ear that only she could hear.
As a result, both the listener and the speaker blushed.
He could feel Kunimitsu's heartbeat pulsating in sync with his own, and hear the words Kunimitsu would never normally utter... At that moment, Kazuna felt as if steaming heat was surging through his body.
They both knew they were just joking, but now... now she's really going to make a scene!
Guoguang, he——
"Too cunning!!"
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