[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 1, Chapter 6)

Chapter Six: Another Storm Rises

The teaching profession is quite easy, especially in this prestigious girls' school. I

only have twelve students to teach in the first batch; the other girls have no interest in finance, and their

parents don't require it, so Sakura Academy can't force them.

It's only because Eri and the other girls are bored that they're here to listen.

The high school girls have six hours of classes every day, from 8:00 AM to 11:00 AM and from 3:00 PM to

6:00 PM, plus a two-hour nap at noon—girls need to take care of their skin, so more sleep is never a bad thing.

With only six hours of class time, five days a week, and third-year girls studying thirteen

subjects , my time as a modern business professor is only enough for two classes a week, each lasting

a standard one hour.

If I were just a teacher, I'd probably be bored to death.

Walking back to Tamaki Maki's office, she was listening to a female teacher's sobbing. This was a middle school

teacher, beautiful, wearing loose clothing, her face streaked with tears.

Listening closely, I learned that she had been pranked by the students, locked in the bathroom, and the girls had even

poured a bucket of water over her head, giving her a cold shower… This was the second time this year.

Tamaki Maki comforted her for a while, but also explained that if she couldn't take it, she could resign.

A teacher who couldn't even tolerate children's pranks wasn't the kind of teacher Sakura Academy needed.

The beautiful teacher sobbed, wiped away her tears, and said she would work harder before turning and leaving.

After all, Sakura Academy offered very high salaries, and the teaching hours were limited; no one wanted to

give up . At the door, the beautiful teacher saw me standing outside, shyly lowered her head, greeted me

, and then jogged downstairs.

"Please sit down, Ms. Liu. You did a very good job. This is the first time these children have listened so attentively

."

Tamaki Maki praised me highly. "Your lecture was very engaging. If I didn't have some things

to take care of, I would have listened to the whole thing."

"You're too kind, Director,"

I said gently. "These children are all very talented. If they are properly guided, they will be excellent in managing

their family ."

"If that's the case, their parents should be offering you tea in thanks," Tamaki Maki said with a faint

smile. "But I must remind you, they're not so easy to manage. You saw it just now, didn't you? Even the

junior high school is so difficult to manage, let alone the oldest girls in the entire academy."

Remembering the girls' endless antics, I nodded in agreement. "Director, since you know

this , why don't you restrain them?"

Tamaki Maki looked at me strangely. "Nobles aren't ordinary people. If we use modern education to restrain

their personalities, they'll lose their original charm. Ms. Liu, don't you think that allowing each girl

to grow freely is the right thing to do?"

I said dismissively, "But they shouldn't be so unruly." "Fear, like what happened with that teacher earlier

... If this were America, we'd use our southern neighbor to teach them what respect for teachers and morality truly mean."

Tamaki Maki's expression was unreadable. "I heard what you said. Mr. Liu, please remember, this is

Japan, not America. You are also a noblewoman; please don't treat noblewomen with

such cruel punishments like those lowly people."

Seeing that she was unmoved, I didn't say anything more. "Anyway, I've expressed my opinion. If

there's nothing else, may I go home?"

Tamaki Maki spread her hands. "Normally, you should stay in your office for

an so that students can ask you questions without finding you. But today is your first day teaching,

so do as you please."

"Well then, Director, my apologies."

Walking out of the dean's office, a smile played on my lips. Girls, don't be like those

unruly little girls, or Teacher Liu will have plenty to offer you.

Walking home, it was around ten in the morning. The streets of these small, densely populated towns

were quiet and deserted, a stark contrast to Washington D.C., where every

street and alley was bustling with activity.

"Ring ring..."

My phone rang. I was slightly startled. Was something wrong at the academy again?

My phone uses a connection to a U.S. military satellite; unless I want someone to contact me

, no one can call me.

Furthermore, the phone can use multiple numbers simultaneously, and incoming calls are forwarded to this number,

maintaining the same level of security.

For example, when I first arrived in Japan, I bought a Softbank SIM card and connected it

to my phone using a special frequency.

Looking at the number, I saw it was unfamiliar. The satellite signal indicated the caller's location wasn't at Sakura Academy, a thousand meters

away .

"Hello,"

I answered.

"Ah, sir, is that you?"

A young woman's voice came from the other end of the phone. "This is Suzuki Kyoka. A few days ago, thanks to your help,

I saved a middle-aged man who had been in a car accident."

The image of a radiant and beautiful female doctor flashed before my eyes. "Yes, it's you. What's

the matter?"

Kyoka said hurriedly, "It's like this, sir. As you instructed, we sent Mr. Sekisaki to the Modo Medical College

six . He was breathing well initially, but when we

went to see him just now, we found that his condition had relapsed; his heartbeat was getting slower and slower, and his hands and feet were getting cold."

"His blood vessels have just undergone changes in flow, and his body hasn't been able to adapt yet. Then, administering

too many caused a rejection reaction,"

I said calmly. "I already warned you about this."

Kyoka paused, then said with great guilt, "Sir, I have relayed everything you said to me verbatim."

" I gave the doctor who treated him the instructions, but whether others will actually do it is not something Kyoka can decide!"

"I agree with you, it's indeed not something you can decide. But it's also not something I can control. I

've already given the doctor's instructions, and whether they're followed or not is no longer my concern."

I said calmly, "Alright, Ms. Kyoka, if you have nothing else, I'll

hang up."

"No..."

Kyoka panicked, "Sir, please come and see him! Mr. Sekisaki's condition is very dangerous, I'm really

worried he won't make it. His child is only ten years old, he can't just lose his father like this..."

"You're such a nag!"

I frowned, "He's not your relative, why are you so worried about him?"

Kyoka's voice was tinged with tears, "Sir, please don't be like this. As doctors,

isn't our duty? We should give 100% effort to any patient who has a chance of survival.

Besides, Mr. Sekisaki was already saved by you, but he lost his life because of someone else's mistake. Don't you

feel sorry for him?"

"Idiot woman!"

I shook my head irritably. "I've never seen an idiot like you. You can't even tell if a patient is going to die.

How did you become a doctor... Where are you now?"

"Ah... Yes!"

Kyoka trembled as I scolded her, but upon hearing the last sentence, she burst into tears of joy: "Sir,

I'm at the Modo Medical College in Koishikawa, Bunkyo Ward. Please come over. Kyoka is waiting for you at the entrance."

"Beep... Beep..."

There was no answer from the other end of the phone; all that was left for Kyoka was the sound of the phone being hung up.

Kyoka, though crying, was secretly overjoyed. Although her husband had a bad temper, he was truly a very good

person!

Half an hour later, at the entrance of an eight-story hospital, I saw

Suzuki .

"Sir, you've finally arrived."

Seeing me, Kyoka happily ran over, her cool, delicate hand grabbing mine. "

Come in , they've already started the surgery on Mr. Sekizaki."

I, now a burly man, turned cold, my eyes flashing, and walked out. "Taxi, wait a minute,

take me home."

Kyoka was startled, quickly grabbing my arm tightly with one hand and closing the car door with the other, saying to the driver

inside , "Uncle, thank you, he's not taking the ride."

"What's all this arguing about, you two?"

The driver chuckled. "Young man, you're so ugly, you should cherish such a beautiful girlfriend

, how can you be so cold?"

"Ah... look at what you're saying... hurry up, uncle, don't delay the other passengers who need it."

Kyoka shyly shooed the taxi away, but her arm never loosened its grip, so much so that

half of her body was pressed against mine. Hmm, those round, jade-like breasts, though not large, are firm and perky.

A beautiful virgin is truly delightful!

Kyoka, unaware that I was admiring the beauty of her breasts,

whispered "I'm sorry, sir, why are you leaving?"

I snapped out of my reverie and calmly replied, "Surgery because you thought his blood vessels were blocked, causing

insufficient blood supply? These idiots! Now, all we need to do is replace the anti-inflammatory antibiotics with saline solution and let him adjust

naturally for a few days; he'll be fine. But surgery is a huge blow to his fragile body.

What's the point of him living? Since he's already doomed, what am I doing here?"

Kyoka's brows furrowed sharply. "Sir, why didn't you tell me about such a simple solution sooner?

If I had gone earlier…"

I interrupted her, "You can't even get them to follow my instructions, so what right do you have to ask

them to change the IV fluids?"

"Even if you rushed over, they wouldn't have believed you…"

Kyoka pouted slightly, looking aggrieved, inwardly complaining that it

was useless .

"Don't think of me as an idiot like you."

I laughed. "You're not so bad, little girl. I came here to get your

help to get him back to Suzuki's private clinic. I can help out there."

Kyoka's eyes lit up, and without thinking twice, she dragged me towards the medical school building.

"What are you doing?"

I was confused, but afraid of hurting her if I refused, I had no choice but to go along with her pull.

"Sir, I've thought of a way to save Mr. Sekisaki..."

Kyoka said as she ran, clearly out of breath.

Just like that, Kyoka dragged me to the entrance of an operating room on the second floor. There was a group of people sitting there,

all relatives of patients waiting for surgery.

"Yoshiko, Mrs. Sekisaki!"

Kyoka pulled me to a chair a little further inside, where a middle-aged woman and a little

girl were sitting. They both looked haggard, their eyes unfocused, showing how much psychological pressure they were

under.

"Ah, it's Miss Kyoka!"

Mrs. Kanzaki quickly stood up. "Toyokuni is still undergoing surgery in operating room number three next door and hasn't

come out ."

I looked around. There were six operating rooms in total, none of them large. They weren't like those in top-tier hospitals

where all operating rooms were uniformly isolated from the outside and located on the same sterile floor.

Five of the six operating rooms had red lights on, indicating that surgery was in progress.

"Aunt Kyoka, do you think my dad will get better?"

The little girl asked, holding Kyoka's hand. She was chubby-cheeked, and her big eyes still held traces of tears, making

her both cute and pitiful.

"Don't worry!"

Kyoka glanced at me quickly. "I found the super doctor who saved Mr. Kanzaki that day. Yoshiko's

dad will definitely be alright."

The little girl looked at me, not quite understanding, but Mrs. Kanzaki was different. She bowed deeply with excitement.

He bowed deeply, his voice trembling, "Sir, thank you! Thanks to you, Feng Guo was able to survive his serious injuries... The doctors

here all say that the surgeon who operated on him was a genius among geniuses. If it weren't for your superb medical skills

, Feng Guo would have died three days ago."

I smiled slightly, "Treating patients is my duty, you don't need to thank me."

Madam Guan Qi shook her head, "Sir, I know you left after the surgery without taking a single penny.

I've never met a doctor with such a compassionate heart as you. Don't worry, I will definitely pay

you for the surgery; I'll scrape together the money."

I shook my head like her, "Madam Guan Qi, I saved your husband not for money, please don't

worry about it , otherwise I'll be angry."

Madam Guan Qi's tears streamed down her face as she repeatedly bowed, "Yes, thank you..."

"Uncle, can you save my dad?" The little girl snapped out of her daze and reached out, her

pink little hand grabbing my clothes. "Uncle, everyone says my dad is dying.

Can you help me save him?"

Before I could answer, Kyoka seized the opportunity to interject, "Mrs. Kanzaki, if... I mean

, if they can't do anything, as a family member, you must ask Mr. Kanzaki to try again. This is

Mr. Kanzaki's only chance."

"But..."

Mrs. Kanzaki said, but the hope in her eyes was already clearly visible.

"If you're willing to believe me, I can try."

I picked up Yoshiko. This chubby little girl was truly adorable, but as I smiled at her

, I simultaneously glared fiercely at the presumptuous beautiful doctor.

Kyoka seemed used to my teasing; seeing this, she smiled at me happily.

I pretended not to see it, turned my head away, and focused on playing with the cute little Yoshiko, ignoring

everything .

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