[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 3, Chapter 6)

Chapter Six: The Happiness of Rebirth

"Click."

The mobile hospital beds were secured in the secret room. On the two mobile hospital beds lay a man and a woman, both

fast asleep, their faces pale but their breathing even; they had been saved. On Yi Shixiang's

beautiful face , apart from the remaining tear stains, there was no trace of sadness. The beautiful doctor smiled sweetly, her gentle

, even tender eyes fixed on me.

"Am I good-looking?"

I said coldly, looking at the ill-fated couple lying before me.

Because of the treatment of the young woman, I had exhausted all my inner energy and almost suffered a qi deviation. Now, I

was exhausted and drenched in sweat, and with my disguised rugged appearance, I looked like I had just come from a construction site

.

"Sir... in Kyoka's eyes, you are the most handsome man!"

Kyoka said boldly, and the moment her words fell, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on my sweaty

face : "Thank you, sir..."

"If I hadn't saved her, were you planning to chase me down with a scalpel?"

"Hehe... how could I?"

Kyoka's coquettish voice was just like Koharu's: "Sir, you are omnipotent. With you here, any patient can be

saved ."

I have to say, the beautiful doctor's flattery was quite effective, and my voice gradually became less cold:

"They will wake up tomorrow. They will need to have IV fluids for a few more days before they can get out of bed. Remember, don't let them talk

too much. If necessary, gag them."

"Yes!"

Kyoka playfully raised her hand and bowed. "The surgery will continue on Saturday. Keep a low profile and avoid contact with them

. The police usually don't come to small clinics to investigate, so don't worry."

"Um...sir, are you leaving already?"

"Is there anything else?"

"Would you like to rest? My house is just behind here. I'll stay here and watch over them tonight. You...

you should rest until you're feeling better before you leave."

Kyoka's eyes were so gentle they seemed to melt one's heart: "It's all Kyoka's fault for making you so

tired ..."

"If I stood idly by in this situation, I wouldn't deserve to be a doctor."

I patted her shoulder: "Kyoka, you're very good too."

Saying this, I still walked towards the door: "However, now is not the time to rest. The things stolen down the mountain

need to be returned before the police investigation becomes too severe."

"Ah...sir, are you going to return them for him?"

Kyoka grabbed me in fright: "No...it's too dangerous!"

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

I gestured for her to let go. Having spent so much time with Kyoka, she knew I wouldn't change my

mind , so she reluctantly let go of my hand: "Well... be careful... I'll

call you later..."

"Okay."

For the next few days, I continued shuttling between the clinic and the school. My three little wives had no

chance , except to flirt with me at the school, but they had no opportunity to express their grievances. However,

they would talk on the phone with me for an hour every day, endless sweet nothings between lovers, and

they had already planned to spend Sunday like before.

The beauties, having tasted the sweetness, were like every young girl in love, anticipating

a pleasurable and passionate lovemaking session with their man.

After the lovemaking with my little wives, my yang energy was fully nourished, a perfect moment of yin and yang

harmony . How could I refuse such a great benefit? Besides, the delicate and tender

bodies of the young girls were also objects of my fascination!

At Kyoka's clinic, everything went smoothly. That evening, I returned the large bag to the police station.

The police and guards were puzzled by its recovery. Adding to the confusion, the surveillance

footage, which hadn't yet been reviewed, was miraculously erased, bringing the arrest to a standstill. Yamashita Mitsuji, the young man

who robbed the jewelry store, was temporarily out of danger.

His wife, Yamashita Keiko, a blind young woman,

woke up around the same time as Mitsuji.

Hearing Kyoka recount their actions, they both broke down in tears, only managing to calm themselves down and not let it affect their injuries, thanks

to .

Having survived such a brush with death, the young couple understood the value of life. Over the next few days, they

encouraged each other, and with their positive mindset, they recovered quickly.

On Saturday, my patient, the president of a small company, came to

me specifically to treat his long-standing rheumatism after hearing about the miraculous experiences of the two previous patients

.

The chairman was initially somewhat skeptical, but upon hearing Kyoka mention that the surgeon had demanded one-tenth of his fortune,

he felt reassured and obediently produced his company's tax records, paying the 50 million yen

treatment fee.

Kyoka asked him in surprise why, and the chairman replied seriously, "Rheumatism has tormented me for over twenty years.

If the doctor can completely cure my illness, 50 million yen isn't expensive. Besides,

a doctor who dares to charge one-tenth of my fortune must have some skill, right? Would he dare charge so much money if he didn't have the ability?"

Rheumatism is divided into four main categories: wind, cold, dampness, and heat-related arthritis, primarily referring to diseases affecting the joints, muscles, bones, and

surrounding soft tissues. Each type of rheumatism has different manifestations depending on the season and the location (hot or cold climate)

, making it generally very troublesome. Treatments usually only relieve pain, not cure the root cause.

As early as ancient times, this disease was mentioned in the *Synopsis of Prescriptions of the Golden Chamber* and the *Treatise on Cold Damage*, named "When

wind predominates, it is called wandering arthralgia; when cold predominates, it is called painful arthralgia; when dampness predominates, it is called fixed arthralgia. When heat predominates, yang qi is abundant and yin qi is scarce,

the pathogenic qi prevails, and yang is attacked by yin, hence it is called arthralgia with heat."

In simpler terms, when the disease flares up, the bones and ligaments of the hands and feet

are so painful that one almost wants to cut off those areas—that is rheumatism. The chairman's hands already...

It was severely deformed, bent like a chicken claw, looking somewhat terrifying—a result of years of

accumulated . After carefully inquiring about the cause and course of his illness, I had a general understanding. I took out

the thirty-eight gold needles I had prepared and inserted them into acupoints on his arms and body. In less than half an hour, the chairman noticed

his entire body slowly stiffening, but a force was pushing something within him towards his hands

.

Before long, while he was drenched in sweat, wisps of white smoke began to rise from his hands.

An hour later, the needles were removed. The chairman was soaked, as if he had been in water, his clothes completely drenched

, yet his hands remained perfectly dry.

When he stood up from the tatami mat, the chairman was pleasantly surprised to find his body feeling much lighter, even his breathing was

much easier, and his hands, which had felt heavy, regained some flexibility.

"This is just the beginning. Your rheumatism has developed over many years, and eradicating the root cause won't be

achieved in a day or two."

Looking at the delighted chairman, I said calmly, "Come every ten days for ten treatments, and you'll

be back to normal."

The treatment would take almost three months, but this reassured the chairman: a

patient and gradual approach is the mark of a great doctor! This fifty million yen expense was worthwhile! I waved for the thankful

chairman to leave, picked up the check he left, smiled faintly, and went into ward number one on the third floor.

Here lived the Yamashita couple. Thanks to my meticulous treatment, Keiko Yamashita was already able to get up and walk around,

and although Mitsuji Yamashita hadn't yet gotten out of bed, his wounds had scabbed over, and he could be discharged in a week at most.

Seeing my cold expression, Mitsuji Yamashita, who was talking to his wife, beamed with joy: "Sir, you've arrived

!"

I glanced at Keiko Yamashita nestled beside him, her face gentle, and nodded slightly in agreement.

Although Keiko Yamashita couldn't see, her husband's reminder brought a smile to her face. "Sir, Mitsuji said

he can come home with me soon. Thank you so much for taking care of us."

I spoke in my usual cold tone, "Although the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department hasn't posted an arrest warrant,

they are still investigating that robbery. What are your plans?"

"Keiko and I have discussed it,"

Mitsuji Yamashita said, holding his wife's hand. "Ms. Kyoka said Keiko can help here, washing

bedding and hospital gowns, etc. She can live with us, and we don't need to worry about meals or daily life."

Hearing him arrange his wife's life like this, I immediately knew his plan: "You're planning to turn yourself in?

Is that right?"

Mitsuji Yamashita nodded. "Yes. My crime isn't serious, and I didn't hurt anyone. Plus, because

you returned the jewelry, the offense is even less serious. I estimate I can be released in a few months to a year. Then

I'll bring Keiko back, and we can return to our peaceful life."

"Yes, a simple and peaceful life suits us best,"

Keiko Yamashita said gently. "We have to thank you, sir, for curing my blocked aorta. It's

a disease that even doctors in big hospitals can't cure. Without this hidden danger, we'll live a very happy life."

"Don't you want to see the sunrise again?"

"No, I don't."

Keiko Yamashita laughed. "That's just a dream. Compared to something unreal,

the happiness I have in front of me is the most important thing... Kouji is my happiness."

I nodded slightly and handed over the check in my pocket.

Unaware of what was going on, Mitsuji Yamashita took the check and nearly dropped it in shock: "Fifty million!

No, sir, what... what do you mean by this?"

I said calmly, "There's a hospital called Purbuch in Florida, USA. The ophthalmologists there are

world-renowned. Take this money and go to America."

Keiko Yamashita understood what was happening. She quickly reached for her husband's hand, picked up the check, and

presented it to me with both hands: "Sir, you can't do this! You've already given us so much. My eyes

don't matter, I don't care, really."

"Just take it, stop nagging."

I coldly handed over another piece of paper: "I'll have Aya book your plane tickets.

Call this number when you get to America, and someone from the hospital will pick you up and arrange your surgery... After the surgery,

you're not allowed to come back for six months. I'll take care of the robbery."

Mitsuji Yamashita tremblingly took the paper with the phone number on it, and the next moment he struggled to kneel on the hospital bed:

"Sir! I...I'm kowtowing to you!"

It wasn't just Mitsuji Yamashita who felt this gratitude; Keiko Yamashita knelt beside him

, their heads pounding against the bed, tears streaming down their faces.

"Enough, Mitsuji Yamashita. Your wounds haven't healed yet. Are you trying to make me operate on you again

?"

I reached out and grabbed their shoulders, preventing them from moving. Clearly, this joke wasn't

funny. Although they stopped kowtowing, their tears continued. "Prepare yourselves properly. We can express our gratitude

when you return."

I said calmly as I walked towards the door. "Please invite me to your home for dinner. I like

Chinese food."

I could feel the immense gratitude in their hearts without even looking. To avoid

overwhelming , I had to leave. Outside the ward, a beautiful young woman in a snow-white doctor's coat

leaned against the wall, her eyes gently red-rimmed.

"You were eavesdropping again?"

I glared at her fiercely.

"Sir..."

The beautiful girl completely ignored my fierce expression, leaping into my arms, sobbing, "

Waaah ...waaah..."

Her fragrance filled the air, and I instinctively reached out to stroke her hair, wanting to soothe her tears, but then I suddenly

remembered that I was now the cold and aloof First Divine Swordsman of North America; I couldn't be gentle.

"Alright, you're such a grown woman, crying all the time. Don't you know how childish that is?"

I scolded sternly. "Waaah...but I couldn't help it..."

Kyoka sobbed, "I've never, never, ever met someone as good as you, sir..."

A good person? Perhaps when I used the name Nak, as the top surgeon in North America, I was an unadulterated

good person. However, when I became a doctor, the title of "good person" became ironic. Whether I was kind

or evil at heart, I didn't even know myself.

Shaking my head, casting aside my thoughts, I gently pushed Kyoka away: "Tomorrow, take their passports

to the travel agency to book their plane tickets. They can book in three days. Fifty million is enough for them to have a belated honeymoon there;

consider it a reward for their unwavering love."

With that, I turned and walked out.

Kyoka was stunned, then a smile bloomed like a beautiful flower.

Us!

He was talking about us...

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