[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 26, Chapter 10)

Chapter Ten: The Elegant Young Woman

Kyoka, of course, understood that it wasn't appropriate for me to speak first, so she stepped forward and gently said to the stunningly beautiful

girl , "Little sister, you are…"

The girl's eyes lit up when she saw me, and she spoke hastily, but she was addressing me directly: "Sir,

please save my aunt…"

That's right!

This delicate blonde beauty was the most talented dancer among my students, her temperament like

a rare orchid in a secluded valley, inspiring both affection and tenderness.

Butterfly Dance hadn't even cried when her beautiful face was slashed by bandits, yet now tears

streamed down her face . I truly didn't know what had happened to her.

Logically, Butterfly Dance shouldn't be so rude, but this precisely proved how anxious and

uneasy .

"Sit down and let's talk,"

I gestured.

Previously in Hokkaido, I had treated the knife wound on Butterfly Dance's face. Although we weren't exactly friends, we were acquaintances, so I

could speak more politely.

Butterfly Dance didn't sit down, but anxiously said, "Sir, there's no time, please hurry... My aunt is

not far from here, she's already in shock!"

I frowned upon hearing this, grabbed the surgical kit I had packed away, and said, "Lead the way!"

"Oh, okay!"

Butterfly Dance was surprised by my decisiveness, and the little girl didn't even have time to wipe away her tears before rushing out.

Faced with this emergency, Kyoka instinctively followed me outside .

When we got into the ambulance that was on standby 24 hours a day with Butterfly Dance, Kyoka suddenly smiled at me. Though

we are not a pair of phoenixes, our hearts are connected.

I immediately understood the beautiful woman's feelings.

Since the hospital was upgraded to Suzuki Private Hospital, Kyoka and I no longer

went out together in emergencies as we used to. This sudden emergency reminded Kyoka of the difficult

but beautiful memories from the past.

Ambulances have special privileges everywhere, and with Butterfly Dance's guidance, we crossed more than a dozen

streets in less than ten minutes. This was, of course, the result of vehicles giving way along the way; otherwise, given Tokyo's traffic, it certainly wouldn't have been this fast.

The little beauty led us to what looked like a luxurious mansion. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Chomu jumped out of

the car and rushed into the house.

While in the car, Kyoka had asked Chomu why she was still

outside the Sakura Academy during class time.

Chomu explained that she had suddenly received a call from her aunt's servant, so she ran out, and

instead of coming directly here, she cleverly came to me.

Kyoka praised the little girl's cleverness while also taking on the responsibility of comforting Chomu, repeatedly

assuring with Mr. Nak there, her aunt would be alright.

The elegant and beautiful girl, however, kept sobbing softly. She said her aunt had always been in poor health and

often fainted. They had asked her to come to Suzuki Private Hospital for a checkup, but she had refused, and now she had even gone into shock

.

I didn't say a word during the journey. Doctors comfort patients' families by treating and saving lives, not by

talking .

Although I didn't speak, my composure gave Butterfly Dance a lot of strength, preventing her from being

overly saddened, which was a pleasant surprise.

Walking behind the beautiful girl, I followed her into the bedroom on the second floor. Surrounded by several maids

, I saw a beautiful woman in her thirties, dressed simply and elegantly, lying unconscious on a large bed.

A simple oxygen mask was already placed over her nose, allowing the purest oxygen to supply the beautiful woman's

bodily functions… From this action, it was clear that this wasn't the first time she had been unconscious and needed an oxygen mask

.

"Miss Butterfly Dance..."

Ignoring the servants' bows, Butterfly Dance rushed to the bedside, immediately grasping the beautiful woman's

hand tightly. Trembling, she turned to me and said, "Sir..."

I nodded slightly, looked around, and said, "Open the window. Everyone who isn't here has to leave.

Don't ."

"Miss Butterfly Dance..."

The servants looked at Butterfly Dance, and the beautiful girl quickly said, "Yes, do as you say, quickly!"

Since Kyoka and I were wearing doctor's coats, the servants were naturally excited to see that our young mistress had invited them.

They quickly did their duty and retreated outside the door, but they didn't dare go far, fearing they might need

help .

"You go out too!"

I said to Butterfly Dance.

"No, sir... I'm very good, I won't make a sound..."

The beautiful girl looked at me pitifully, "I beg you, I'll just stay here and watch, I won't bother you... I

can at least help pass you something..."

Seeing the fear and expectation in her eyes, my heart softened, and I sat down on the edge of the bed.

Butterfly Dance, a clever and intelligent young woman, immediately understood that I wouldn't kick her out. She quickly stepped aside, allowing

me to place my fingers on the beautiful young woman's wrist.

Her pulse was erratic, a sign of extreme weakness and severe damage to her internal organs. Even

the true energy I channeled into her meridians had little effect. It was precisely because of this severe

deficiency , and spirit that she suddenly fainted.

While examining her internal injuries, I also observed her face.

Traditional Chinese medicine has four diagnostic steps: observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation. Observing the patient's

complexion .

One might not notice it without careful observation, but upon closer inspection, my expression changed.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Kyoka, naturally, was very observant of her man.

I shook my head, offering no reply, but closed my eyes, focusing intently on

examining . After

circulating my true energy through her body several times, I discovered that her internal organs were not

merely also showing signs of severe aging.

Although she was only in her thirties, her internal organs functioned like those of a fifty or sixty-year-old.

A hormonal substance remained in the young woman's body, slowly invigorating her.

But this wasn't a good thing. The hormones in the beautiful young woman's body were clearly being used to overdraw her life

force .

I was familiar with this hormone; it was a commonly used drug in foreign laboratories, usually given to

women who were obsessed with beauty and risked their lives to maintain their skin and appearance.

If the dosage were several times higher, it would become a stimulant for mercenaries during missions, allowing them

to immediately recover their energy and strength in extreme fatigue, but the consequences were severe, at least shortening

their lifespan by one or two years.

Judging from the young woman's physical condition, she had taken this hormone more than once or twice; only long-term

use could cause such severe damage.

I withdrew my hand and unconsciously shook my head again. I couldn't

believe it; such an elegant and beautiful young woman was actually abusing drugs to maintain her youthful appearance

.

Little did she know that beauty is only temporary. Although the poem often says, "Do you not see the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting white hair, like

black silk turning to snow by evening?" Only inner beauty and physical health are the most important things in life.

Butterfly Dance clearly misunderstood me; seeing me shake my head, she almost fainted.

In her mind, no doctor could be better than me. Even I was helpless with this

illness ... Is there any hope for my aunt?

"Sir..."

With the beautiful girl's heart-wrenching cry, Diewu knelt on the floor with a thud. "Please, I beg you, you

can't possibly be helpless, please save my aunt..."

I looked at her and said calmly, "There's an old Chinese saying, 'Medicine can't cure all diseases, and Buddha saves those with affinity.'

If your aunt isn't meant to die, she can be saved. But if she ruined her own body, even if she's saved,

she won't last long."

"Ruined her own body?"

Diewu asked in surprise. "Sir, what are you saying? How could my aunt ruin her own body? She's always been

in poor health, often taking tonics and focusing on rest; she hasn't done anything else!"

"That's just the surface."

I pondered for a moment and said, "The reason your aunt's health is so poor is because she's been taking hormone drugs for a long time

to maintain her youthful appearance. These hormone drugs are extremely harmful to the body; long-term

use will cause rapid aging, potentially leading to death."

"Ah?"

The delicate and elegant girl was stunned for a moment.

How could that be?

My aunt rarely wears makeup; she's not the kind of person who would do anything for beauty. She's not

that superficial!

While pondering this, Butterfly Dance suddenly noticed her aunt's pale face and quickly abandoned her other thoughts, pleading with me

, "Please, sir, can you save her now?"

"Alright!"

I nodded.

The beautiful young woman's illness wasn't a sudden acute condition, but rather

a bodily reaction caused by the decline of her internal organs.

The illness wasn't in her shock and fainting, but in her meridians, blood, and internal organs.

Restoring her consciousness was simple; I only needed to nourish her meridians with my true energy, temporarily promoting the flow of her

blood , and the elegant young woman would awaken.

I didn't place my palms on the acupoints on the young woman's back; I simply held her hands with both of mine, channeling

pure true energy into her body.

Butterfly Dance watched as her aunt's complexion improved.

When the young woman's face became even rosier than usual, she slowly opened her eyes.

The pretty and elegant young girl was so excited she wanted to rush forward, but Kyoka grabbed her and whispered in her ear, "

Don't panic , don't disturb the master now, and let your aunt rest a little longer."

Butterfly, being a clever girl, almost broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this, and quickly turned back to give Kyoka a grateful

smile .

Three minutes later, when the elegant young woman realized who was holding her hands and began to

struggle , I finally released her.

"Aunt..."

Butterfly ran over, her face filled with joy after her initial worry.

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