[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 3, Chapter 5)

Chapter Five: An Unexpected Turn of Events

There was no need to leave so quickly, but I suddenly remembered what the young man had said: his wife

was blind. Such a frail woman, her husband hadn't come home all night; he must be very worried.

Regardless, even if it was just to verify the young man's words, I had to go and see!

With this thought in mind, I quickly left the clinic, drove the stolen van haphazardly for dozens of kilometers

, walked a few streets, and hailed a taxi.

"Sir, where do you want to go?"

"Toshima Ward, Nishi-Sugamo 18th Street."

"Understood."

The taxi slowly started moving, and half an hour later, I arrived at Nishi-Sugamo 18th Street.

Getting out of the taxi, I only glanced around before shaking my head. The area was densely

packed with apartments of all sizes, some three or four stories, others six or seven, none of them new, and the

surroundings were deserted; I hardly saw anyone.

It was already 9:30 PM. I arrived at number 5 on 18th Street. It was a very simple

building with five floors. From the outside, you could tell that even such a narrow building had five

apartments per floor, so you could imagine how small each apartment was. Standing in the building, a sense of unease suddenly arose. I

turned my head to the other side and said coldly, "Come out!"

From the darkness, a slender, beautiful figure slowly appeared in the direction I had come from.

"Kyoka?"

I was slightly taken aback. Who else could it be but the beautiful doctor at the clinic taking care of her patients? "I... he

kept repeating this address and his wife... so, I came to check."

Suzuki Kyoka said timidly, like a caught thief. As she spoke, Kyoka had already walked up

to me. Wearing a pure white coat, she was exceptionally radiant and beautiful.

"What will happen to the patient if you leave?"

"Thanks to your skillful hands, sir, his condition has stabilized long ago. I also asked Shanzi to keep an eye on him,"

Kyoka explained. "Shanzi is my best friend; she won't tell anyone. Besides, it's bandaged now

, and Shanzi can't even tell it's a gunshot wound."

"You have more excuses than anyone else,"

I reprimanded lightly, and strode upstairs.

Kyoka wasn't afraid of me at all now, and seeing this, she quickly followed, a fleeting smile on her face.

"Ding-dong!"

The doorbell rang, and Kyoka, standing beside me, instinctively moved closer, as if afraid

dozens of wild beasts would run out. After a moment, there was no movement from inside. I had to press the door twice more, but the result

was the same.

"Is no one home?"

Kyoka asked doubtfully.

"No. If he's telling the truth, a blind woman wouldn't go out at night, especially

when her man is still out,"

I stated my judgment, while simultaneously channeling my inner energy to probe the situation inside.

A moment later, my face suddenly turned cold. I placed my hand on the doorknob, unleashed a surge of inner energy, unlocked the door

, and with a twist and pull, the door opened silently.

While Kyoka was still dumbfounded, I had already rushed into the house like lightning. The beautiful doctor gritted her teeth

and followed me inside.

When the lights were turned on, Kyoka saw that I was half-squatting in front of a bed in the small room. On it

lay a pale, thin young woman, who appeared to be fast asleep.

"Her breathing is weak, she's about to pass away,"

I sighed and stood up. "It's because she took too many sleeping pills."

Kyoka's woman's intuition was very sharp. She came forward, picked up a medicine bottle that had fallen beside me, and shook it

slightly ; it was completely empty.

The apartment was small; the bed, coffee table, TV, and wardrobe were all crammed into a tatami room, but

it was very tidy. Kyoka glanced at it a couple more times and noticed a written

letter on the small coffee table next to it. The envelope was addressed to: [Husband's Name] Kyoka hesitated for a moment, then opened the envelope and quickly read

its contents. Less than a minute later, Kyoka looked up, her eyes red and trembling, her hand

holding the letter trembling violently. She grabbed my hand tightly: "Sir...

please! Please save this woman!"

I glanced at her: "She took sleeping pills more than an hour ago; she's on the verge of

death . How can you save someone like that?"

"No...she can't die...waaaah..."

Kyoka cried sadly, her delicate face streaked with tears, looking at me with a poignant beauty: "Sir, look at

her suicide note...she can't die..."

Kyoka held the letter out to me. The handwriting was neat and orderly, unusually so

, unlike what someone blind might write, but much of it was wet. These must be tears.

Yuji, forgive my cowardice. I know you've been planning how to raise money lately, using very dangerous

methods ... I also know I'm about to die... Actually, whether I can see the sunrise or not doesn't matter... I

met you in my life, and God has given me a bright sun in my heart... allowing me to

always feel your warmth and care, basking in the light and heat of happiness... Thank you.

For the past five years we've known each other and three years of marriage, because I can't see, I've caused you so much trouble,

making you take care of everything... and all I've brought you has been a burden and a drag... Now that I

'm about to die , I can't let you do anything foolish... Forget me, forget your dangerous thoughts... I hope

you can find a good wife... She will take good care of you in my place, and I'm blessing

you both from heaven... Yours truly, Keiko.

As I read this letter, Kyoka, holding my arm, leaned on my shoulder,

crying .

"Sir, let's hurry!"

Kyoka suddenly remembered something and bent down to pick up the young woman. She was afraid I wouldn't agree,

so she decided to strike first.

But before she could embrace the young woman, a pair of large hands had already reached out and grabbed her around the waist.

I picked her up.

"You drove here yourself, right?"

I said casually. "Pack her some clothes, then lead the way."

"Okay!"

Kyoka smiled through her tears, hastily grabbed a bag, stuffed the young woman's clothes inside, and walked

ahead alone. Luckily, there weren't many people on the street, and with the weak young woman in my arms, no

one questioned me. A few minutes later, we reached the roadside, where Kyoka's

cute Niss An car was parked. I carried the young woman into the back seat, and Kyoka immediately started the car, speeding towards the clinic

. Judging from her clenched teeth, it was probably her first time driving fast.

During the journey, I wasn't idle; instead, I continuously channeled my inner energy into the young woman's body to maintain her

vitality. However, the more I understood her body, the darker my expression became.

In no time, the car had stopped downstairs at the clinic.

Seeing me, a panting Kyoka felt a chill run down her spine: "Sir..."

"She won't die for now."

I frowned. "Let's get to the operating room quickly, we can talk on the way."

Actually, I had been wondering about the repeated phrase in the young woman's last words—that she knew she was going to die.

While I was in the car keeping her heart and breathing, I noticed that

her aorta had shrunk to only one-third of its normal size. Where does a person's life force come from? Isn't it

the blood vessels constantly transporting nutrients? Now, the most vital transport channel, the aorta, had

severely shrunk, meaning she was receiving a severe lack of life-sustaining nutrients, which caused her to be extremely thin and pale. If the aorta continued to shrink like this, this young woman would probably die of circulatory stagnation

within a month at most . 　　Hearing this, Kyoka was horrified. Blocked blood vessels were always a major surgical procedure with a very . The best method was to continuously use medication to expand and unblock the patient's blood vessels, but even then, failures were frequent. Even if someone was temporarily saved, they were only barely clinging to life. 　　But that wasn't the biggest problem. The bigger problem was that the young woman had taken too many sleeping pills, and her physiological functions were already at their lowest point. To wake her, they would have to keep pumping her stomach, but her body was so weak from the blocked blood vessels that it couldn't withstand such a torment. 　　If they saved her, she would immediately die from the blocked blood vessels; if they didn't, she would immediately die . 　　Thinking of the poor young woman's almost certain death, the beautiful doctor's eyes reddened again, her large eyes brimming tears that were about to fall. 　　"Alright, what kind of doctor is this, crying like that?" 　　Just as the beautiful doctor was in despair, my scolding voice rang in her ear: "Never give up on any patient until the very last moment . Even if you have to risk everything, you must try to save her, understand?" 　　"But sir... it's impossible... sob sob..." 　　"What are you crying for? I'm here!" 　　I carried the young woman into the rest room: "You really don't trust me?" 　　"I... I believe you!" 　　Kyoka gritted her teeth and nodded heavily. 　　"Just trust me." 　　I placed the young woman on the bed in the rest room and said calmly, "Now you can leave. I'll save her." 　　"Huh?" Kyoka's eyes widened in disbelief, and she stammered, "Sir, you...you don't want to use the operating table, you don't want to perform surgery?" 　　"What kind of surgery can she do in this condition? She'd probably die before it even begins." 　　I said coldly, "Get out of here. If you delay any longer, there won't be any way to save her." 　　"Oh, okay, okay!" 　　Kyoka ran quickly to the door, turning back before leaving, "Sir...they're such a pitiful couple! You must save her, so that Mr. Yamashita won't wake up and not see his beloved wife..." 　　"Shut up!" 　　I waved my hand, and the beautiful doctor, startled, quickly closed the door, leaning against the outside wall, breathing heavily . When she came to her senses, two lines of tears slowly slid down her cheeks. 　　Now, the situation was roughly clear. This family was originally poor but warm. The wife, blind, often lamented to her husband that she longed to see the sunrise. The husband desperately wanted to fulfill her wish by giving her new eyes. However, he was just an ordinary office worker with little money, and this wish remained unfulfilled. 　　Recently, the wife's health deteriorated. During a hospital checkup, the doctor quietly told the husband that her aorta was blocked, and even with medication, she wouldn't live much longer. In his grief, the husband suddenly remembered his wife's desire to see the sunrise and resolved to give her new eyes before she passed away , fulfilling her long-held dream. 　　Unfortunately, he had no money; how could he afford the exorbitant cost of the transplant? He then decided to rob a jewelry store—the fastest way to get a large sum of money. 　　Even if it was a crime, even if he were caught, sentenced, or even imprisoned for life, he didn't care . For his wife's only wish, he was willing to risk everything. Tragically, during the jewelry store robbery, the husband was shot by a guard and nearly lost his life, let alone the money he needed to buy his wife's new eyes. 　　Even worse, the wife had long sensed her husband's intentions. After years , many things are hard to hide, so she thought that if she died, she wouldn't be a burden to him and could stop his dangerous plans. 　　Coincidentally, on the very day her husband robbed the jewelry store, the wife also chose to commit suicide by taking sleeping pills. 　　If they hadn't encountered me, the only outcome would have been the husband lying behind a pile of garbage, dying from his injuries, the stolen goods he desperately wanted to buy for his wife's eyes never reaching her, only benefiting others. 　　His wife was also incredibly pitiful, wanting to stop her husband's crimes through suicide, but little did she know that she was committing suicide.

They succeeded, but the husband, who was also robbing, died at the same time, rendering the wife's suicide completely ineffective.

The two, on opposite ends of the same city, both resolutely chose a path of no return for the sake of the other's happiness, yet their

goals were tragically unachieved. What a tragic story!

And the only part of the entire narrative that wasn't a tragedy was that

as the husband and wife left this world, the husband imagined his wife seeing the rising sun, and the wife imagined her husband escaping his suffering and not doing

anything foolish … They must have slowly, slowly, breathed their last within their woven happiness!

Understanding this, Kyoka felt a pang of sorrow, unable to cry out loud, only letting tears

fall silently from her eyes.

Although Kyoka and I encountered this beautiful yet tragic love story and saved the husband in the tale,

the tragedy was not over.

The wife had overdosed on sleeping pills, and coupled with her already weak condition,

the possibility was almost impossible.

If the wife didn't survive, even if the husband awoke and learned what had happened, he might very well

follow her in death… He had lost the meaning of life, and had no will to live.

So as long as the wife couldn't be saved, the love story remained tragic and poignant. "

Sir, please, you must succeed!"

Outside the room, Kyoka collapsed to the ground, her hands clasped tightly together, praying earnestly.

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