[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 13, Chapter 12)

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Chapter Twelve: A Beauty in Trouble

Two weeks' worth of surgeries—not many, just four.

The patient's condition wasn't serious, but to give Kyoka a preliminary understanding, I deliberately

slowed down the pace during the surgeries. This wouldn't affect the treatment's effectiveness and would also allow her more control over the technical aspects.

Kyoka was already very skilled at post-operative suturing and other wound care, performing them exceptionally well.

In this respect, she had already accumulated enough experience to further improve her surgical skills. I could perform over

ten surgeries consecutively without rest, but Kyoka's body couldn't. So, after each surgery, I let her rest for

an hour. Working slowly like this, the four surgeries weren't finished until 11 PM.

Kyoka was completely exhausted. The reason was that she had so much to remember that day, plus

the high level of tension during the four surgeries, resulting in excessive energy depletion.

Accompanying her back to the apartment next to the ward, the little girl and I barely exchanged a few words before she unknowingly

fell asleep, too exhausted even to take a shower.

After tucking her in, I left the apartment, thinking to myself: Looks like I'll start teaching her

breathing . Hmm, I can teach the other four nurses a bit too; it

'll be incredibly beneficial for strengthening their physique and mental fortitude!

Around 11:30, people were still out

eating, drinking , making the streets quite deserted. Only cars were passing by, occasionally

stopping at 24-hour stores to buy something before hurrying off again.

Changing back into my student uniform from the morning, I headed straight home.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As I reached the 8th street of Honmachi, a series of rapid car crashes were followed by a string of gunshots from a street

next to . The gunshots pierced the air, very harsh.

I'm not a particularly curious person, and I'm not interested in gangster feuds, so I hesitated for a moment before continuing

on my way, ignoring it. But life is sometimes strange; things happen even when you don't want to get involved

.

I had just turned the corner when a BMW sped towards me from the street ahead, followed by two

Honda sedans. Two people were sticking out of the rear windows of each car, holding handguns and

firing incessantly at the BMW.

The BMW was already badly damaged. Suddenly, it veered off course, swerving sharply to the side and

crashing into a wall. It hissed and sparked as it rolled sideways,

spinning several times before finally coming to a stop against a wall on the other side of the street. Now

the BMW was only a dozen meters away from me. I could clearly see a middle-aged man in the driver's

seat , coughing up blood, clearly not long for this world.

Even so, the cars behind didn't give up. They slowly drove towards me, and for some

reason , one of them spotted me, standing in the shadows.

"Look, there's another person hiding over there!"

"Kill him! Don't let him tell anyone!"

The exchange between the men seemed to seal my fate. Several shots rang out, aimed at my

hiding place. I had already slipped away, a murderous glint in my eyes. I bent down, picked up two small stones from the ground, and

flicked them. The stones struck the front left wheel of the car in front of me.

"Boom..." The car's brakes failed, and it quickly lost control, spinning in place.

The car behind, unable to react in time, crashed into it. The momentum of the two cars caused the car behind

to slam into the wall beside it. Just then, I threw another stone. The gasoline from the bursting fuel tank ignited from

the friction , and a huge fireball erupted into the air. Within seconds,

the gunmen inside had no time to escape. A deafening explosion followed, and the two cars exploded violently,

sending a massive fireball soaring into the sky. With such a commotion, the police should be here soon;

I'll leave the rest to them.

I turned to leave, but then suddenly turned back. My eyes fell on the overturned BMW

W, whose rear door was being pushed open from the inside. A woman in a kimono was struggling to

climb out.

Seeing gasoline slowly leaking from the BMW, I hesitated for a moment, but decided to help

this woman who had survived the ordeal.

I rushed forward and pulled the woman out of the kimono. She was panting heavily, covered in blood, and clearly

injured. Perhaps because someone was helping her, the woman in the kimono clung tightly to me, looked up, and before she could

speak, her head lolled to the side and she collapsed.

In that brief moment, I saw the woman's face clearly. With

my exceptional memory for people I'd met before, I quickly remembered that this beautiful woman in the kimono was none other than Kato Haruka, the beauty I'd met in Koto Ward

a few days .

Although I only had a brief conversation with her, the beautiful woman had a wonderful demeanor, and her graceful and gentle manners

left a deep impression on me. Since she was someone I knew, I couldn't just ignore her.

After calculating the distance, Honmachi 8th Street was closer to my home, so I decided to take Kato Haruka back to

my house for treatment first. For a good doctor, anywhere can treat patients, and besides, I

had surgical instruments at home, so I didn't have to worry about not being able to operate on gunshot wounds.

Carrying the fragrant beauty, I deliberately took a dimly lit path, and using my light footwork, I returned to my home in Honmachi 12th Street in five

minutes .

I placed the beauty on the sofa, lowered the backrest to turn it into a sofa bed, then

closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and turned the living room lights up to the maximum.

Returning to the sofa, I unhesitatingly took off the beauty's kimono. Sure enough, once the Japanese put on

their kimonos , they wore nothing underneath. Beneath the beautiful woman's milky-white kimono lay a perfectly naked,

exquisite body. Her curvaceous figure featured a pair of round, white breasts, a pert, perfectly arched bottom, and a glimpse of

dark pubic hair at the end of her long, jade-like thighs—enough to make one's breath catch in their throat.

However, the heartbeat subsided in the blink of an eye; I quickly slipped into the role of doctor, and under the doctor's gaze...

In this world, patients are neither beautiful nor ugly, only their condition is severe. Entering a state of tranquility, I quickly examined

the beauty's delicate body. Her injuries weren't serious; there were a few abrasions on her arms, and

a large bruise on her left breast.

What caused her unconsciousness was a palm-sized, almost purplish-black mark on her smooth abdomen. This was

clearly a contusion, with subcutaneous bleeding accumulating between the abdominal muscles,

turning this color because it couldn't be excreted.

I frowned, placed my hand on the wound on the beauty's abdomen, and channeled a stream of true energy into her

body . After examining her for a while, I found that her internal organs weren't severely damaged, but some minor ruptures were

unavoidable.

Turning the beauty over, her jade-like back and buttocks were uninjured, smooth and

captivatingly .

Having located her injuries, and realizing surgery wasn't always necessary, I took out some rubbing alcohol and began cleaning her

abrasions. Even in her unconscious state, the beauty's brows were tightly furrowed, and she kept

groaning in pain.

After disinfecting the wounds, I began treating her internal injuries.

I placed one hand on her breast and the other on her lower abdomen

, slowly channeling my inner energy into her wounds to begin the process of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

Her internal injuries weren't severe, but they couldn't be treated hastily. I carefully adjusted the amount of my inner energy

while changing the position of my hands, not only caring for the areas with obvious bruising but also for the surrounding

, less visible areas. Only in this way could I quickly restore her blood flow and prevent blockages.

To be honest, Kato Haruka is stunningly beautiful. Kato Haruka, a virgin, possessed a captivating allure that rivaled

even the stunning beauty of Takahashi Shizuka. As I treated her, I observed the changes in her injuries.

The visual stimulation of her snow-white breasts and lush green pubic hair, along with the tactile sensation of her smooth skin, constantly tested my

senses.

And that wasn't all. As my internal energy healed her, the pain from Kato Haruka's internal injuries gradually lessened, and the warmth of

my hands pressing on her sensitive areas brought her a pleasant, comforting sensation. The beauty began

to hum softly, her voice incredibly seductive.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew by, caressing me and

instantly easing my slightly agitated mood.

Wait!

A breeze? I was startled and immediately turned to look in the direction the breeze was coming from.

There, with the door wide open, stood a stunningly beautiful woman in a snow-white dress, quietly

watching Kato Haruka and me on the sofa bed.

Her eyes were filled with overwhelming sorrow, anger, and grief; her exquisite face was as cold as Arctic

ice.

At the same time, the beautiful young woman's eyes were fixed on my hands, which were still unconsciously moving and channeling internal energy into Kato Haruka's breasts and

abdomen . If the beautiful young woman's eyes were two sharp blades,

my hands would probably have been severed long ago!

Yet, at this very moment, Kato Haruka's soft, pleasurable moans continued to reach our

ears…

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