[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 1, Chapter 7)

Chapter Seven: The Divine Skill Reappears

Time passed slowly; an hour had gone by since we arrived at the operating room.

Yoshiko had fallen asleep in my arms, exhausted. Mrs. Higasaki took her, looking at her

precious daughter with affection.

I closed my eyes to rest as well, but at the same time, I listened intently to the sounds coming from operating room number three.

These clueless idiots were using a blood transfusion machine while simultaneously stimulating the patient's

life force with an electric current… Luckily, they hadn't used a scalpel to rupture the already blocked microvessels near the heart, otherwise

I would have kicked the door open, thrown them out, and given myself back to perform the surgery.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sound of the operating room lights being switched off came from inside. In an operating room, this situation usually indicates either a

successful surgery or a complete abandonment of the effort. Clearly, this wasn't the first time.

Sure enough, a minute later, the door to operating room number three swung open, and two doctors emerged heavily,

followed by an assistant pushing a gurney.

"Ah, doctor, how is my Toyokuni?"

Mrs. Higasaki, holding Yoshiko, rushed forward anxiously.

Actually, her heart had already begun to sink from the expressions of the two doctors, but a sliver of hope

gave her the courage to ask.

"I'm sorry, we've done our best."

A classic, clichéd phrase came from the surgeon's lips, and then the two doctors

walked .

Mrs. Higasaki felt dizzy; if Kyoka hadn't caught her quickly, she was sure she and

Yoshiko would have fallen to the ground.

"Clang!"

The assistant tried to push the gurney in the opposite direction from the doctors, but a strong hand grabbed

the headboard.

"What are you doing?"

the assistant asked, looking up in surprise. I didn't even look at him, but instead gazed at the heartbroken Mrs. Higasaki: "

Madam , are you willing to believe me?"

Mrs. Higasaki then remembered what I had just said, and she hurriedly nodded, "Please, sir,

you must save Feng Guo!"

"With me here, he won't leave you,"

I solemnly assured her, casually lifting up the assistant who tried to push me away and throwing him aside.

This barbaric act immediately made the doctors who wanted to scold me take two steps back. Watching me push the hospital bed

back into the operating room, they finally couldn't hold back anymore and shouted, "Sir, what do you mean? His blood vessels

are completely blocked, his heart has no energy, he will die in a day at most. Please don't think of yourself as

a miracle doctor ."

"Fool!"

After simply saying two words, I ignored the officials and turned to Kyoka, saying, "You

stay outside for me. No one can disturb me until I make a sound, can you do that?"

Kyoka gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously.

As we spoke, the hospital bed was already fully inside the operating room. Just as I was about to enter, two doctors

, disregarding their assistant still unconscious on the floor, rushed forward, shouting, "No, sir, you can't

go in … Ah!"

They suffered the same fate as their assistant, collapsing against the wall and falling asleep again.

I was careful; they would simply take a nap, waking up automatically two hours later.

This also deterred the restless family members of the patients. They assumed anyone who would attack the doctor

must be a thug and were about to intervene when they discovered the thug was a violent and aggressive individual, immediately backing

down .

Once inside the operating room, I washed my hands quickly, put on my surgical gown, took a deep breath, and

turned on the operating lights.

Toyokuni Higasaki's condition was serious, but not yet beyond saving.

My hands moved magically, scalpel, needle and thread, breathing apparatus… each instrument

was used perfectly, each tool working seamlessly to complete the task… His condition wasn't just a matter of

blood vessels , but also internal organ problems. For me, this kind of surgery was still a piece of cake. As long as I grasped the precision and timing of the operation, and with a little guidance from my inner energy, I could save

Toyokuni's life . 　　As I began the surgery, all my energy was focused on the patient. At this moment, I entered a state of clarity, and my hands moved even faster and more accurately. My inner energy 　　circulated continuously within me. If someone touched my body at this time, they would find that my body temperature was very low. This is because if my hands were too hot during surgery, it would affect the precision of my incisions. Furthermore, sweat and heat would also affect my mental and emotional calmness. The 　　reason I could perform surgery with such divine assistance, never making a mistake or slipping up, was not only due to the precise coordination of my eyes and hands, but also to the flexible application of my inner energy. 　　Twenty minutes after I entered the operating room, people were standing outside. 　　Doctors, security personnel, nurses, and other patients' families gathered outside the operating room, most of them angry and helpless. 　　"Mrs. Hikaru, how many times have we told you? Your husband is beyond saving. Dr. Hata is a cardiac surgeon at our Modo Medical College; even he can't help you. Why would you trust someone with no background ?" 　　a middle-aged doctor said sternly. 　　"Vice Dean Modo, you don't need to persuade me anymore," 　　Mrs. Hikaru said, holding her sleeping daughter, Yoshiko, her expression unusually resolute. "I know my husband's condition very well. Since everyone thinks there's no hope, why not let him try? Just a few days ago, it was he who snatched my husband back from the brink of death." 　　"It's hard to say if he's even real. Judging by his violent behavior " 　　a younger doctor muttered. 　　Vice Dean Modo's expression grew increasingly grim: "No matter what, even if he causes trouble, he shouldn't be occupying our operating room for personal use; that's illegal! I haven't called the police because I'm being too lenient with you all..."

" I'm so grief-stricken that I've lost my mind. So please leave now. I'm going to

kick this audacious fellow out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the security guards surrounding him pushed forward to pull Mrs. Higasaki

and Mirror Image away from the doorway.

"No..."

Kyoka screamed shrilly, spreading her arms to prevent them from opening the operating room door.

Because she had promised that man that she wouldn't let anyone disturb him!

Her mother had taught Kyoka from a young age not to make promises lightly, and that once she made a promise, she should keep it—this was

a basic principle of being a person.

Kyoka had always done just that.

But the security guards were all strong men, far beyond what she and Mrs. Higasaki, weak women, could withstand

.

First, Mrs. Higasaki and Yoshiko were pulled aside and held down by nurses, then several security

guards grabbed Kyoka, and with great effort, almost dislocating her hands, they finally managed

to remove Kyoka's hands from the two steel handles of the door.

"No, no..."

Tears of sorrow streamed down Kyoka's face, but she couldn't stop the security guards.

"Bang!" With no further obstruction, the operating room doors suddenly

opened with a soft thud. The security guards holding Kyoka felt a sharp pain in their hands, and in the blink of an eye, she was free

.

"Ah! You're out!"

Kyoka was held in my arms, inhaling my scent. She felt a sense of peace and joy, but also

a profound exhaustion, as if the struggle had drained all her strength.

This feeling wasn't one of liking, but the thrill of her heart was something she had never experienced before

.

"Idiot, what are you doing gripping the handle so tightly?"

My scolding voice reached her ears. "Don't you know that's easy to get hurt?

Where did you learn your medical knowledge?!"

"I was thinking that I absolutely, absolutely couldn't let them disturb you."

Kyoka's voice was soft and gentle. "Sir, Mr. Higasaki, he..."

"He won't die, but you'd better take him back. I'll prescribe another set of medicine for him, otherwise he'll die again

."

"Yes, please rest assured and leave it to me, sir. I will definitely not let you down!"

As she spoke, Kyoka felt her body filled with strength again.

Perhaps my appearance was too shocking, having just snatched Kyoka from the hands of several security guards, and while

Kyoka and I were talking, the surroundings were completely silent. So much so that they heard our conversation

.

"Sir... you mean..."

Mrs. Higasaki trembled again, still unable to believe it, but this time it was a completely different kind of

disbelief.

"He's past the most dangerous point, but he'll need another month of rest to fully recover,"

I said with a smile. "Although he hasn't woken up yet, you can go in and see him now."

Mrs. Higasaki didn't have time for pleasantries; she grabbed Yoshiko and rushed inside. Kyoka, worried she might not know the necessary precautions

, quickly broke free from my embrace and followed her into the operating room.

Vice Dean Moto had been scrutinizing me and overheard my conversation with the two women, but he absolutely didn't

believe it .

Hata, the surgeon who had just performed the operation, was someone he'd poached from Meiji University Hospital at great expense. Since he said

there was no hope, there must be no way. This rugged-looking man was definitely lying.

"Sir, you've used our operating room without permission and are arbitrarily disturbing the patient. This is an insult to

the medical profession!"

Vice Dean Modo said righteously. "Do you think you're the legendary surgeon Nach or the miracle doctor

Gonzalez ? That you can single-handedly perform a major operation, especially on a

terminally ill patient with atrophied organs and blocked blood vessels?"

"I've never thought I'm inferior to that old man Gonzalez,"

I said, frowning.

"Hahaha...you arrogant bastard!" Vice Dean Modo sneered. "

Comparing yourself to one of the two giants of the medical world, Mr. Gonzalez? You're not worthy!" As if to echo his words,

several were already preparing to mock me.

But at that moment, the door behind me was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and Mrs. Kuzaki rushed out with a look of wild joy

. Staggering, she knelt down in front of me with a "thud."

"Sir! Thank you! Feng Guo's breathing is normal! Miss Kyoka said he's alright!"

As soon as Mrs. Kanzaki finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became quieter than a vacuum.

Dozens of eyes stared intently at my face, some surprised, some disbelieving, some excited,

some astonished … a whole host of expressions.

I ignored them and helped Mrs. Kanzaki up. "Madam, you and Miss Kyoka should go and

complete the discharge procedures. Mr. Kanzaki will receive the best care there, and soon your

family will be able to be happily together again."

"Waaah…"

Mrs. Kanzaki nodded while standing, covering her mouth, unable to suppress her pain.

Vice Dean Modo was astonished. He said in disbelief, "Mrs. Kanzaki, are you sure you're not mistaken? Or is

that lady talking nonsense?"

"He really is much better than before. His breathing is smooth, and he sleeps peacefully. He's not as frightening as he was just now

."

His doubt naturally made Mrs. Kanzaki worried. She glanced at

me cautiously, looking like she wanted to say something but hesitated. I understood her worry. For the patient's family, on one hand,

they desperately hope their loved one recovers, but when that time actually comes, they are afraid of losing him again

and can't believe their eyes, harboring strong doubts.

This is medically known as "Shimir's syndrome," and it's quite common.

"Vice Dean Modo, if you don't believe me, you can go in and see for yourself. And that doctor named Hata

, you should go in too."

Of course, I wouldn't say that I was calling those two in on Mrs. Kanzaki's behalf because of her worries.

After all, they were both doctors from a reputable hospital, and their words carried more weight 　　than those of some quack doctor .

If it hadn't been a last resort, with the hospital having given up on treatment, Mrs. Hanzaki probably wouldn't have dared to let me

perform the surgery alone.

As the two rushed in, Mrs. Hanzaki gave me a grateful and apologetic look before

following them inside. She felt it was better to hear their words firsthand.

I didn't go in with them. Standing outside, I glanced around. The nurses and patients' families all

looked at me with hope and a touch of longing. In a hospital,

a place where miracles are most needed, they naturally hoped their wives would witness one.

These people didn't wait long. Three minutes later, Dr. Bo Yi was the first to rush out, his face contorted with rage.

He glared at me fiercely, a look that made the security guards nearby involuntarily move, wanting to

surround me.

"Sir!"

Dr. Hata bowed deeply. "Please take me as your student! Your clinical surgical skills are divine;

you can even bring the dead back to life. It would be my greatest blessing to learn from you."

Those around heard him clearly, and a murmur quickly rose in hushed tones. These were the patient's family and

nurses ; given the fervent and eager look in my eyes, they probably looked at a savior with similar adoration

.

Immediately afterward, Vice President Modo strode out, his voice trembling with excitement. "Sir, which

hospital are you from? May we talk in my office? I have a suitable plan for you, and I need to discuss it with

you. Please do me the honor!"

At the end, Vice President Modo's bow was even deeper than that of Dr. Hata, who was so eager to become his apprentice.

He knew that if he could bring this rugged, clinically skilled surgeon from his own hospital,

then among the tens of thousands of hospitals in Tokyo, Modo Hospital would definitely be among the top twenty… As for the breach of contract fee and poaching

cost? To hell with that!

Talent is priceless!

Vice Dean Modo's words, from one perspective, proved the situation: Toyokuni Higasaki, who had been

declared incurable, had miraculously been given a new lease on life—how incredible

!

Several excited nurses and female relatives of the patient covered their mouths, tears streaming

down their faces .

Women, indeed, are so sentimental and easily moved!

Following the eager Dean Modo, the earnest Mr. Hata, and the patient's family, I spoke

calmly and rationally: "I'm sorry, my purpose here was to save him. He's alive now. Please

process his transfer according to the family's wishes."

Turning around, I handed the written prescription to Kyoka, who was also crying with excitement: "Be careful,

don't let him be jostled. The instructions for the medication are all written here. Whether he recovers quickly depends entirely on you

."

"Please rest assured, sir, Kyoka will certainly live up to your expectations,"

Kyoka said earnestly, bowing slightly.

Just like last time, I shuffled out of the crowd, disappearing from sight at lightning speed

, leaving no one able to react.

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