[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 1, Chapter 3)

Chapter 3 The Beautiful Doctor

Returning to Honmachi 12th Street by car, before even reaching the street corner, I saw a crowd gathered along the main road, some still in their

pajamas, seemingly residents of the area.

Among the crowd, a car was still visible, crashed into the roadside railing, with a white ambulance parked nearby

.

"That's terrible, I don't know if he'll survive."

"Jiro, this is the consequence of drunk driving, you know how serious it is now?"

Amidst the voices of the crowd, the taxi, slowing down, approached the accident scene. However, the street

was too narrow; with the car and ambulance parked, no other vehicles could pass. I readily paid and got out

, not needing to wait for the road to clear.

Passing the accident scene, I saw two nurses in pink uniforms,

led by , carefully placing the man from the car onto a stretcher.

Although it was dark, and the car headlights and streetlights were dim, I could still clearly see their faces.

Both nurses were pretty, but compared to the woman in the white doctor's coat, they

were like stars compared to the moon, ants to an elephant.

The female doctor was young, with a pure, fair face, beautiful yet with a touch of heroism. Her nose was slightly

upturned and her eyes, reflected in her bright eyes, shone like two shining stars.

"Quick, get him to Modo Medical College!"

the beautiful doctor shouted to the ambulance driver before the nurses could even lift the middle-aged man into the ambulance.

An elderly hunchback, who seemed to know a little about medicine, quickly tried to stop them, saying, "Kyoka, he's bleeding heavily. He

might not last long. Why don't you treat him at your clinic first?"

"But his femoral artery is ruptured, causing massive bleeding. My skills and equipment are simply

not up to the task!"

the beautiful doctor said, frowning slightly.

"Never mind that, why don't you take him back first to stop the bleeding, and then

send him to Modo Medical College once his condition stabilizes a bit!"

the old man insisted. "If we don't do that, he'll bleed to death in half an hour at most, and

that just enough time to get to Modo Medical College."

"Yes, Kyoka, just do your best!"

the other old women and men chimed in, urging her on.

"Alright... since everyone says so, I'll do my best."

The beautiful doctor gritted her teeth and ran into the ambulance with the nurse. "Quick, back to the clinic, tell Shanzi and the others

to prepare everything, so we can perform the surgery as soon as we arrive."

The ambulance sped off with its siren blaring. The crowd gradually dispersed; all that remained was

for the police to arrive, investigate, and notify the victim's family. There was nothing more for anyone else to do.

I shook my head and smiled from behind the crowd. This young woman seemed rather inexperienced in the ways of the world!

The middle-aged man's thigh already showed signs of atrophy, and the spurting blood in a net-like pattern from the tear

indicated the severity of his injury. Even with my intervention, the top surgeon in North America, I could only save his life, but

he would certainly be crippled .

The beautiful doctor had just mentioned that she worked at a small clinic. If the treatment failed and the patient

died there, regardless of the reason, it would be a heavy blow to the clinic's reputation.

Experienced doctors would definitely send him to the biggest hospital, since the responsibility for the treatment wouldn't lie

with them.

Even worse, some unscrupulous doctors might take the patient around until he dies in the ambulance,

so as not to affect their profits.

Thinking of the woman's stunning beauty and resolute expression, I suddenly

felt By the time I realized it, I was already following the

ambulance, which stopped in front of a three-story building.

A sign next to the building read "Suzuki Private Clinic."

With two other female nurses assisting, a group of people hurriedly pushed the cart into the clinic. The beautiful doctor walked

at the front, but instead of following the nurses, she ran into

the preparation . There, she quickly removed her blood-stained white gown, revealing a tight-fitting t-

shirt underneath, which also revealed her beautifully shaped breasts.

Changing surgical gowns, putting on surgical caps, disinfecting… the beautiful doctor busied herself efficiently and methodically.

But suddenly, she trembled, then turned around and saw me smiling at her.

“You…who are you? What are you doing here?”

the beautiful doctor asked softly, her voice trembling, a hint of fear on her face.

This was because I still retained the appearance of the assassin doctor, only now I wore glasses.

Instead of giving off an elegant and serene feeling, I had a strange, wolf-in-the-back look

.

I said coldly, "I'm a doctor too. I just wanted to see

how a doctor from a small private clinic like you could treat a patient with a severed femoral artery, cerebral ischemia, and impending circulatory failure

."

The beautiful doctor's eyes lit up. She, who had never asked for anything before, suddenly had a flash of inspiration

and . "Please, please save him! You can diagnose his symptoms so quickly, you must have the

ability! Please!"

I asked emotionlessly, "Why should I save him?

Why should I save someone with less than a one percent chance of survival, someone who drank and drove recklessly, bringing this trouble upon himself?"

The beautiful doctor gritted her teeth, "Because you're a doctor. From the first day of medical school, our teachers

taught us that a doctor's greatest responsibility is to treat every patient who can be treated, even if there's only a sliver of

hope."

She really was naive!

I suppressed a laugh and said calmly, "If you want me to save him, I can, but how much money can you give me?" Before

the beautiful doctor could even feel happy, she was stumped by my next question. She said awkwardly,

"I don't have much money. How about one million?"

One million?

I shook my head. This price wouldn't even get you a regular surgeon in the US, let alone someone like this.

It was an incredibly complex surgery.

The beautiful doctor, knowing the money was meager, quickly said, "I'm only giving you a small amount, but every

person I help will repay me with a sincere heart. Isn't that more valuable than money?"

I remained silent.

The beautiful doctor glanced at the time, her teeth clenching again and again. "Fine, since you're unwilling,

I'll go myself. Please leave!"

With that, she picked up a mask and a pair of gloves, turned, and headed for the door.

"Aren't you going to give me a surgical gown?"

A cool, indifferent voice came from behind her. The beautiful doctor whirled around, a

breathtaking smile spreading across her face. "The surgical gown is in the closet on the right. It belongs to my father. You should be

able to wear it. Hurry, we don't have much time."

The doctor's tone became increasingly urgent, but I understood her eagerness to save lives. Without a word,

I quickly repeated her actions. The beautiful doctor had never seen such practiced preparation before, and

she felt even more confident in me.

In the operating room, two nurses held tightly to the injured middle-aged man's thighs to prevent him from losing

blood too quickly, while another nurse prepared a large bag of spare blood, ready to be transfused at any moment.

The young nurse was rapidly organizing surgical instruments, including scalpels, needles, and sutures.

Even so, the middle-aged man, his clothes torn, was rapidly losing his life, his face

growing increasingly pale.

When the beautiful doctor entered, the four nurses stared at her in astonishment, wondering why she would bring in

a male doctor in surgical scrubs; this clinic didn't have any male doctors.

"What do we do?"

The beautiful doctor wasn't a novice surgeon, but she had never seen such a life-threatening operation before, and a wave of panic washed

over .

I strode over to the operating table where the middle-aged man was, and with a quick glance, I issued orders: "Give

me a size 2 scalpel, size 6 forceps, and 3mm sutures; turn on the cardiac compression device,

administer 50pa of current every 30 seconds to suppress his heart; increase the transfusion rate to 5 minutes per minute, quick!"

My words carried an irresistible force, and several nurses immediately began to follow my instructions

.

One of the nurses handed me the needle, sutures, and forceps. I looked up at the beautiful doctor: "Take

the coagulation spray, set it to the maximum volume, and spray with full force on my command, very quickly."

The beautiful doctor instinctively grabbed a bottle of low-pressure liquid coagulation spray and stood beside me.

"Spray!"

At her command, the beautiful doctor quickly poured the coagulation spray onto the middle-aged man's thigh, but this only

lasted for three seconds. Immediately afterward, fresh blood would flow out again. Furthermore, this coagulation spray was a cryogenic agent,

which is very harmful to the human body and is generally not used.

I focused my attention, and with a swift motion, the scalpel sliced across the middle-aged man's thigh. With a single cut,

I severed most of the bone and tendons, then clamped it with forceps,

severing his left thigh from his body.

"Ah!"

the girls cried out involuntarily.

"Don't panic, focus on your work… Quick, stop the bleeding!"

I commanded, channeling my inner energy, a process that helped me concentrate. Simultaneously, I held a

fine needle and thread, which danced with lightning speed amidst the gushing blood, my hand seemingly

disappearing as well.

The five girls felt their hearts leap into their throats. Such miraculous medical skill was unheard of, but

what was most impressive was that while meticulously stitching the wound, the doctor continuously gave them instructions.

They knew that without his encouragement, they would have forgotten their duties and

simply watched him perform his magic.

"Liver, 20 Pa, pressure!"

"Reduce transfusion frequency by half!"

"Number 8 scalpel, 6mm sutures!"

"Prepare oxygen, 10x concentration!"

"Reduce coagulation spray dosage by one-third, spray evenly!"

The surgery proceeded tensely and rapidly. The five girls from Suzuki Private Clinic, under my direction,

tirelessly cooperated with my surgery. Due to the intense tension and novelty, they only performed reflexive actions,

forgetting everything else.

The middle-aged man's left thigh injury was more serious than I had imagined. Although I had timely severed his thigh's blood vessels

and reconnected them to his abdomen, the massive blood loss and organ failure were still the biggest

obstacles to my treatment.

However, this trouble was no match for me. The title of North America's number one surgeon was not for nothing.

After a full hour, I finally reconnected the last blood vessel. Then, holding a "Heart-Revitalizing Pill" in

my hand, I melted it with my true energy, pressed it against his body, and sent the medicinal energy into his body, nourishing his injured heart, lungs,

and spleen.

"Clang!"

I threw the scalpel back onto the plate with a sharp, jarring sound,

especially noticeable in the suddenly silent room.

The five girls stared at the middle-aged man's pale but peaceful face and weak but even breathing,

speechless .

"Is it over?"

the beautiful doctor asked cautiously.

"His life is saved, but he needs to stay in the hospital for a while to recuperate,"

I said in a deep voice. "I suggest sending him to a large hospital in six hours; the conditions and equipment there will be

better . But remember, the antibiotic concentration must not exceed two percent per day, otherwise he may not be

able to get out of bed for six months."

"Ah! Hooray..."

The beautiful doctor and the four nurses exclaimed softly in surprise, their faces filled with glistening tears of joy.

If they weren't afraid of disturbing the patients after surgery, they probably would have screamed to release their mixed

emotions .

Looking at them now, I realized once again that,

apart , the other four nurses were all pretty and charming women.

A true master of seduction doesn't resort to vulgar methods to spy on beautiful women. The initial impression a woman makes should

be one of capability and mystery. Women, after all,

only him.

I possess both qualities in relation to the beautiful doctor and the four pretty nurses, naturally laying the foundation for

future developments.

I was secretly pleased, but outwardly, I didn't even remove my mask, only taking off my gloves: "You can handle

the rest yourselves. I'm going home."

"No, sir…"

The beautiful doctor's eyes lit up with anxiety upon hearing this: "May I ask your name, sir? You saved

this man; you should wait until he wakes up to give him a reward and heartfelt thanks!"

"What reward do you think he can give me? What reward do you think I deserve?"

I retorted.

"Hehe, sir, you're here again."

This time, the beautiful doctor wasn't stunned. She giggled and said, "Your heart is clearly kind and selfless, yet

you pretend be cynical, as if you were a greedy person."

I shrugged calmly, not saying anything more, and turned to walk out.

"Wait a minute..."

The beautiful doctor became anxious, reaching out to grab me. Her smooth, frosty skin, even through the heavy clothes

, was clearly palpable.

"Sir, your medical skills are so excellent. If we encounter anything we don't understand in the future, could we ask you

to help us ?"

The beautiful doctor looked at me pleadingly, her eyes devoid of any impurity.

Several pretty nurses also came to my side, pleading in unison, "Sir, we know that a small

clinic can't hire you, but in an emergency, and if you have the time, could you help

us and the patient like you did this time?"

I didn't pause for a moment, glanced at them indifferently, and walked past them out of the operating room.

When the beauties chased after her, the short corridor was completely deserted, not even a single person in sight, nor a sound of

footsteps . One of the beauties let out

a soft sigh, unsure whether it was because I hadn't acknowledged her or because I hadn't

left her a chance to work with me again.

"Ah, Kyoka! Look here…"

Suddenly, a beautiful nurse pointed to the glass door outside the operating room and exclaimed in surprise.

The women looked towards her hand and saw a sticky note on the white door,

clearly displaying a phone number.

"That cool guy…"

The beautiful doctor's eyes welled with tears, yet she couldn't help but laugh.

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