[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 3, Chapter 10)

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Chapter Ten: Open and Honest

After Lily caught me with my concubines on Sunday, she disappeared again. I shamelessly

tried to knock on her door under the pretext of returning the food box, but the doorbell rang for ages without anyone answering.

For the next few days, Lily's house remained dark until Wednesday night, when I finally saw

a light on.

I kept ringing the doorbell and waiting, but it was quite a while before she finally opened the iron gate.

Entering Lily's house, I was greeted by a faint fragrance, like flowers and grass, or perhaps Lily's own

scent.

Lily was wearing a pale yellow kimono today, sitting on the tatami mat in the living room, staring at the television,

completely ignoring me.

I sat down opposite her, placed the food box on the table, and carefully observed Lily. I noticed that although her eyes were

fixed on the television, her gaze was unfocused; in layman's terms,

Lily was daydreaming.

"Hey, what's bothering you?"

I asked her.

"No."

Lily didn't even look at me. "Mr. Liu, you can leave after you put down the food box. Please close the door behind you."

"Lily, I know you mean well and care about me as a friend, but you don't have to be so cold, do you?"

I didn't leave, but said calmly, "Just like Xiaochun and the others said, love is

unstoppable , so I will only bravely face the difficulties that are about to happen, instead of running away."

"Damn it! How awful!"

Lily shouted angrily, but not at me, but at the smiling new Prime Minister Mori Yoshiro on TV, who

was boasting about his plans for Japan's future development. After a few angry words, Lily simply

picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. The stunningly beautiful young woman frowned. "Why are those politicians

so ignorant? They clearly know that Hashimoto Ryutaro is a hundred times better than Mori Yoshiro, yet they still put forward this useless

brute !"

From the way Lily looked to the side, I could tell that she still wasn't speaking to me this time, but was

just muttering to herself.

I said calmly, "That's just how politics is. They never consider the people; they

only care about their own interests."

"Who isn't?"

The beautiful young woman finally turned her eyes to me, saying wearily, "Liu Junxiong, you're also

a PhD in Business Administration from Harvard Business School. Do you think Mori Yoshiro will torment Japan for several years?"

"Torment?"

I chuckled, "Yuri, aren't you exaggerating? No matter how bad Mori Yoshiro is,

he still has the ability to win over his subordinates. With the help of a few capable subordinates, he should

be able to get through one term safely."

Yuri glared at me and said, "Liu Junxiong, you offended me last time and even allowed your women to

humiliate me. If you're still grinning like that this time, get out of here. I never want to see you again."

She realized I was just giving her the runaround, and the already unhappy woman was getting annoyed.

I could only raise my hands: "Okay, okay, I admit I was wrong. My opinion is that Japan

will probably have to change prime ministers again in two years at most."

"Give me your reasons." "

Because of its atrocities during World War II, Japan's reputation in Asia has always been in the most unfavorable position. Since

the 1980s, Japan's dozen or so prime ministers have all been moderates, and they

have made significant contributions to easing hostility between neighboring countries like China, South Korea, and Russia." "

But Yoshiro Mori is different. He has always been a stubborn person. It wouldn't be a problem if Mori lived in other countries

; for example, the Venezuelan president's words and actions are even more extreme, yet he didn't face opposition…

but he lives in Japan."

"Leaving aside historical issues, he will definitely run aground. Japan has been arguing with China over the Diaoyu Islands

, with Russia over the Northern Territories, and with South Korea almost going to war over Dokdo… These

are all ticking time bombs; you can't advance or retreat, you can't be agitated or indifferent—it's like walking a tightrope high in the air;

if you don't handle it properly, it will explode."

"Mori Yoshiro is talkative and doesn't like to keep things to himself. Plus, he's a thorough Japanese

nationalist , so naturally, he can't be appeased and might offend all these countries...

What can he do but step down?"

After summarizing my views on the situation, Yuri's gaze gradually softened, and her expression

towards me became complicated.

I was taken aback: "What, am I wrong?"

The beautiful young woman sighed and leaned wearily against the cushion behind her: "If only everyone thought like

you , but unfortunately, those guys all want to take advantage of the situation and don't care that Japan's economy is still

in a dire situation. Politics takes precedence over economics! If we let Mori Yoshiro run rampant, Prime Minister

Obuchi 's hard work will be wasted."

Yuri's words subtly revealed that she was not just a beautiful widow! Would an

ordinary beautiful young woman be so worried about national affairs? I didn't continue. After all, I

didn't , nor could I care about a country's economic trends like Yuri did.

"Don't think so much. Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Like, if the sky were to fall right now,

I'd be there to hold it up for you first. Don't be afraid,"

I comforted her from a different angle. "

We've all worked so hard for so many years, and the economy has finally started to improve, only to have it ruined by these short-sighted

guys !"

A hint of anger appeared on Lily's beautiful face. "And you! You're not honest either! You're going to

seduce , and three at once! Do you even know what death means?"

A woman's ability to switch between words is truly beyond my imagination. One moment this stunningly beautiful young woman was talking about

national affairs, and the next she was angrily criticizing my private life. The contrast between the two left me

stunned for a long time.

I smiled slightly. "Lily, it's not what you think. When I went to Sakura Academy, I definitely didn't hug or kiss anyone."

"They had their own thoughts. It was all just fate; they couldn't refuse, and neither could I. And once we were together

, lovers would be happy."

"You're just like those sharp-tongued girls,"

Lily rolled her eyes at me, then said in a low voice, "Do you know their background?"

"They're all descendants of wealthy and powerful families, rich and influential. They'd probably rank in the top 100 in Japan!"

"Since you know that, why are you so relaxed?" Lily said quietly, "Each of their families

has its own private army; they could easily make you disappear. And you, as their teacher,

took their virginity—that's absolutely unforgivable."

"Why should I ask for their forgiveness?"

I laughed. "Alright, Lily, thank you for your concern, but I'll be fine, don't worry.

It'll be alright."

Lily didn't believe me, but she stopped trying to persuade me. "Sigh, they don't have time to

deal with . In a few months, when the political situation is more stable, you'll have to be careful... Remember, you absolutely cannot let the

girls come to your place every week without going home, otherwise their families will definitely become suspicious."

I was suddenly startled and said seriously, "Thank you for reminding me, I didn't think it through."

Just as I told the girls, once you fall in love, many things become blind. Although I consider myself to have good

self-control , I actually look forward to meeting and making love with them every week. Under this strong desire,

I forgot the important thing Lily mentioned: Your daughter never comes home during holidays, making

excuses play. Aren't you worried?

William has been calling frequently these past few days, partly to urge me to finish the remaining three tasks, and

partly to tell me about the recent chaotic situation in Japan. Now, besides the initial

dozen or so requests, William is presented with over twenty more that suddenly appeared after Keizo Obuchi's cerebral hemorrhage. These requests range from Tokyo to

local governments , from members of parliament to officials in various departments and prefectures—the lists are incredibly diverse and somewhat alarming.

In addition, many mercenary groups and assassins from Europe, North America, and South America have decided to

flock to Japan soon to make a fortune while the political situation is chaotic.

It's going to be quite a spectacle. I imagine countless people battling it out in the streets of Tokyo, Osaka, and other cities!

Japan isn't their homeland; as long as they can make money, they don't

care about anything else.

Putting all that aside for now, I look at the three sets of data on my computer. None of the three tasks are particularly complicated: one is

the vice president of the South Korean Samsung Group in Japan; another is the vice governor of Kanagawa Prefecture; and

the third- its financial manager.

Having scouted the terrain and made my plans, I tackled one task each day from Wednesday to Friday. By the time

I returned home , all the tasks were complete. It's strange, but the best way to dispel my

violent . Originally, I planned to kill my first target on Wednesday night, and if

I couldn't suppress my killing intent, I'd have Kyoka bring the patient in for treatment early. But that night, my violent aura showed

no signs of erupting.

When I returned home and meditated, I discovered that not only was my internal energy extremely yang, but

I had also absorbed the yin energy of the young women, gradually calming my internal energy. Even if a slight violent aura rose, it was

quickly dissolved by a cool, comfortable energy from my dantian.

And so it went until Friday, when I completed my third mission, without any violent aura erupting.

It seemed I no longer needed to kill or save anyone to restrain myself. However, at Suzuki's private clinic, I still have a beautiful

and kind female apprentice to teach. For that reason alone, the weekly patient treatment should continue.

I woke up from my meditation without realizing it; it was already Saturday morning. At seven o'clock, Kyoka called

to tell me they had started preparing for the patient and asked me to arrive at the clinic on time. This time,

the patient was also a middle-aged woman from the neighborhood. The purpose of the surgery was to remove an ovarian cyst.

Ovarian cysts are a significant ailment among modern women, second only to uterine and breast diseases. These are cysts that

grow in the ovaries, resembling water sacs. These cysts can gradually grow, compressing the ovary and affecting

health.

In more serious cases, this condition affects women who have not yet given birth. Once an ovarian cyst develops,

it significantly irritates the egg on the ovarian wall, and can severely block the fallopian tubes, contributing to half

of .

While ovarian cysts are generally benign and not life-threatening, the problem lies not only in their

impact on fertility but also in their tendency to recur. Many women

experience recurrence more than once, undergoing repeated surgeries to remove the cysts, a torment both physically and mentally.

Like this middle-aged woman today, although she had already given birth, her ovarian cysts had recurred five times, and

eventually she refused to have surgery again.

It turned out that the elderly woman who had her first surgery with me was her neighbor, and after she strongly recommended my

medical skills, the middle-aged woman finally decided to give it a try. At 8:30 in the morning, Shanzi

was already inside taking care of the middle-aged woman, while Jingxiang was waiting for me at the entrance of the changing and disinfection room. In just a few days, the beauty

had become even more radiant; with her tall figure, high breasts, and pert buttocks, she was truly a captivating beauty. I nodded

, acknowledging Jingxiang's greeting. Jingxiang didn't take my indifferent attitude seriously; instead, she smiled

and followed me into the changing and disinfection room.

"Sir, they boarded their plane to the US on Tuesday and called me Thursday afternoon to say

they arrived safely at the Florida airport. Pubcz Hospital had sent a special car to wait for them there, and they

didn't even need to go through regular security; they went straight through the VIP entrance."

"Hmm."

"Also, that evening, Pubcz Hospital's ace ophthalmologist—

Professor examined Keiko. The replacement eyes are ready, and the surgery is scheduled after two weeks of recuperation

."

"I see."

"Sir…"

Kyoka said coquettishly, "Why are you so indifferent? You should have been happy to reply!"

I glared at her: "Shut up, calm down! You absolutely can't be happy or

sad . Staying calm is the best way to operate on patients!"

"I understand!"

Kyoka stuck out her pink tongue: "But sir, are you very familiar with Professor Jose? Keiko

called and said that Professor Jose doesn't easily perform surgery on just anyone, and even if he does, the price is astronomical.

Unlike now, he doesn't charge a single penny, and the hospital provides them with the best ward and the best nursing care. They're

being treated like very important VIPs."

"Kyoka."

"Yes!"

"I've noticed that you're not focusing on studying medical knowledge these days, but instead becoming more and more gossipy."

"Hehe...no...it's just that sir has too many secrets, and Kyoka is very curious!"

Kyoka had also changed her clothes and completed the disinfection process: "Sir...given your medical skills and Professor

Jose level of attention...you must be very famous in America, right?"

"Shut up."

I scolded her lightly and walked towards the operating room first: "Be more focused, don't waste this learning

opportunity."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Kyoka shrugged cutely again and jogged after me.

Ovarian cyst surgery isn't complicated for any doctor familiar with this condition. However, most

doctors can only remove the part with the cyst, which, while removing the cyst, also damages

the ovarian wall. I, on the other hand, can use the most delicate incision technique to find the septum between the cyst and the ovarian wall,

removing while completely preserving the ovarian wall! Of course, in this case,

the egg attached to the ovarian wall cannot be preserved.

Once a woman has ovarian cysts, in addition to the large, visible cysts, there will definitely be many smaller

cysts . In this case, with the coordination of eyesight and hand strength, a good doctor can use a laser scalpel to

gently remove the small cysts, that is, destroy the cell walls on which they grow.

I carefully examined her left and right ovaries twice to make sure there were no more cysts that could continue to grow

before instructing Kyoka to suture the wound. In each step, I explained my

purpose to Kyoka in detail and taught her many surgical techniques for removing cysts. Compared to the previous two times, Kyoka was able to

ask some simple questions instead of just listening, which showed her progress.

Kyoka is not only a strong and kind girl, but also one with a deep passion for medicine. She

has an intense thirst for knowledge about all kinds of medical information, and her almost sacred attitude is something even I can't match.

It is precisely because she is such a girl that I decided to nurture her diligently, no matter what, and pass on all my knowledge and experience to her so that one day she can stand at the pinnacle of medicine. This is the best reward

for Kyoka .

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