[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 22, Chapter 6)

Chapter Six: The Power of Life

At 12:30, I navigated the dense crowd and

entered the hospital through the underground passageway next to the building.

"Sir, you've arrived..." Waiting outside the room connecting the passageway was the busty, curvaceous beauty

, Nanako She was pacing nervously, but said excitedly, "Miss Louisa arrived a while ago and is currently in

the waiting area on the first floor of the operating room."

"I know, I'll be right there."

I, now dressed in my doctor's coat, said calmly, "Nanako, go outside and clear the crowd! The hospital

is for treating patients; how can patients get in if they're blocking the way like this?"

"Yes, that's what I think too!"

Nanako cutely stuck out her tongue. "But given the current situation, even if they retreated a hundred

meters, no one would dare to come in..."

I was speechless.

Indeed, even if the reporters and officials retreated to the street corner, which wasn't exactly a blockage, it would still take immense courage to get into the hospital amidst

hundreds of cameras, microphones, and video cameras.

Frowning, I strode forward.

"Sir, there's actually a way to completely solve this..."

Nanako called out loudly behind me.

When I stopped, Nanako playfully raised her fist. "That is, sir, if you heal

Miss , you can rightfully drive them away!"

"Understood."

I nodded slightly and turned to leave.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

The secret room wasn't far from the operating room, and the hospital was full of familiar faces. Amidst the respectful

greetings, I quickly reached the entrance.

A group of people, young and old, with dark skin, stood anxiously looking around.

Of course, unauthorized personnel weren't allowed inside, so these were likely Louisa's family members, waiting

outside .

Seeing me approach alone, their eyes lit up, and several young people immediately surrounded me

, speaking expectantly in Hawaiian-accented English: "Are you... Dr. Nak?"

"I am Nak,"

I replied calmly.

"Ah, Dr. Nach! You must save my daughter..."

Hearing that the person in question had arrived, a woman in her fifties grabbed my doctor's coat and knelt down. "I

beg you!" "I will do my best. You can go and rest." My tone remained indifferent, and I walked past them after

speaking , appearing somewhat cold. 　　Of course, I had my reasons for doing this. 　　I've seen too many situations like this. Rather than getting entangled with them for a while and watching them express their urgency and pleading, it's better to go in quickly and concentrate all my efforts on saving the patient. After all, doctors are here to treat and save lives; social interactions are irrelevant to me. 　　In fact, it proved that I made the right decision. After a moment of stunned silence, the family nodded and said, "Mr. Nach's composure is truly remarkable..." 　　Regardless of whether they were just trying to comfort themselves, the two nurses standing by the door understood English. Seeing this, they exchanged glances, wanting to laugh but... #Too rude, I don't know what to say. 　　Stepping into the air-conditioned operating room, the cold, dry atmosphere seemed to isolate me from the panic and eagerness outside . 　　"Sir, over here!" 　　A young nurse waiting at the door saw me enter, her anxiety turning to elation as she waved enthusiastically. 　　But then she remembered she shouldn't speak loudly and quickly covered her mouth, looking quite charming. 　　Hearing her call, the door, which had been slightly ajar, immediately opened, and the slender and beautiful Akiko emerged . Seeing me, she too wore a joyful expression, because in this hospital, my presence was a of strength; no one could replace me. 　　As I followed Akiko inside, I asked in a low voice, "How is she?" 　　Akiko gently shook her head. "Not good. Her bodily functions are gradually failing, and she's had several difficulty." 　　As we spoke, we entered the ward. 　　The waiting room, over ten square meters in size, was originally quite spacious, but it felt somewhat cramped due to the dense arrangement of equipment— breathing aids, vital signs monitors, and various other monitoring devices. 　　Kyoka, Akira Tominaga, and Keiko were all in the room. Lying on the bed was Louisa, a dark-skinned, extremely thin girl. Naked, she was no more than 150 centimeters tall, her limbs and torso resembling that of a seven or eight-year-old child. 　　High-volume glucose infusions were being administered rapidly into both her arms, a worrying sign. 　　The sheets were high-absorbent polymer sheets that had been brought with her, effectively absorbing the black fluid leaking ; they needed to be changed every hour. 　　Keiko was also using several towels to constantly wipe the black fluid from Louisa's face and back. Akiko, upon returning, was doing the same work on the other side. 　　The room was warmer than outside, likely because Louisa couldn't wear clothes, and they were worried about her catching a cold and developing new symptoms. 　　As soon as I entered, I was met with Kyoka's sad and pained gaze. Xiaolingzi, always compassionate, felt deeply distressed seeing Louisa, who had inexplicably fallen ill and become like this. 　　I offered Kyoka a comforting look, then walked past her and asked Tominaga Akira, who was reviewing data nearby, " How has Louisa's condition changed in the past half-day?" 　　Tominaga Akira quickly replied, "Very bad. Her blood circulation is almost completely halted . If this continues, her heart will stop beating completely in an hour due to insufficient nutrients." 　　I nodded, disinfected myself, put on gloves, and after checking the various monitoring devices, I stepped forward.

I reached out and touched the soles of Louisa's feet.

The head and feet are the parts of the body that best reflect the body's condition.

The acupoints in these two areas are closely connected to various parts of the body, and over thousands of years of traditional Chinese medicine treatment,

they have developed into a very precise correspondence.

I touched the acupoints of the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian, Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian, Foot Taiyin Spleen Meridian, Foot Shaoyin Kidney

Meridian, and Foot Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian in turn, sending in weak streams of true energy, but without any reaction.

Basically, if stimulating these acupoints doesn't elicit any response from the patient, then the illness is already

terminal.

Frowning, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and

sent a stream of pure true energy into Louisa's feet, circulating throughout her body along the meridians.

The first time, nothing was found.

The second time, also nothing was found.

But when it circulated for the third time, as my divine sense observed the hundreds of acupoints within her body, I was horrified to discover that, for some

reason, all her bones were covered with a layer of black energy.

As blood circulates through the body, wisps of faint black gas separate from the bones and

infiltrate the bloodstream.

Strangely, this black gas merely coats the blood; it doesn't merge with it. Instead, it

slowly seeps into the body's fluids through the blood's flow. Stimulated by this, Louisa's body fluids gradually

turn black and seep out.

I hesitated briefly, then channeled my true energy through her meridians to the little finger bone of Louisa's left hand. With a

surge pure true energy, I struck the black gas covering it, scattering it and

restoring the little finger bone to its normal white-pink color.

But only a few seconds later, a faint wisp of black gas slowly gathered again above

the little finger bone, instantly returning it to its previous state.

After expelling it several more times with my true energy, I realized that the black gas was actually rebounding from the blood vessels and meridians.

The black energy originally emanated from the bones into the meridians and blood vessels, but it would also reverse

back , forming a perpetual cycle.

However, as I overturned my previous thought, I couldn't help but wonder, where did the source of the black energy lie—in the bones

, or in the meridians and blood vessels? Unable to find a solution, I slowly withdrew my true energy.

As my true energy returned, I suddenly felt dizzy and my body swayed slightly.

"Sir!"

Several soft, anxious calls immediately reached my ears.

I opened my eyes and saw the horrified expressions on their faces.

Kyoka, being my woman, casually asked, "Sir, why do you look so pale?"

I smiled calmly, "Nothing, I just made a discovery."

"Ah? What discovery?"

Tominaga Akira, disregarding formality, asked with utmost respect and admiration.

"Something that Western medicine can't explain,"

I said calmly.

"Is there a treatment?"

Tominaga Akira asked, bewildered.

"Western medicine won't work,"

I said thoughtfully. "This kind of bodily mutation can't be resolved simply by killing harmful bacteria."

Although he didn't fully understand, Tominaga didn't ask any further questions. Having studied with me for a while, he

already knew that Mr. Nak wasn't just skilled in surgery as people said. In fact, Mr. Nak's

level of traditional Chinese medicine was also very high. Perhaps it was this erudition that gave him his miraculous medical skills.

It was Kyoka who asked again, "Sir, have you figured it out? What should we do to save Louisa?

Time is running out!"

Tominaga quickly lowered his head again. These were the words he really wanted to say, but he didn't dare to say them.

He thought to himself, "As expected of Dean Suzuki! But if it weren't for Mr. Yanagi's connection, I'm afraid she

wouldn't dare to urge me so urgently."

Akiko and Keiko, who were standing nearby, were equally surprised. As women, they sensed the

casualness and slight coquetry in Kyoka's voice when she spoke to me. But wasn't Kyoka Toshio's girlfriend? Why was she being coquettish with Mr. Nak?

Could it be… that Toshio is just a front, and Kyoka actually likes Mr. Nak?

Lost in thought about how to treat him, I didn't see the two women's surprised expressions, but even if I had,

I wouldn't have been in the mood to speculate.

I've treated many patients, but I've never felt this strange before. I know the cause of the illness

, yet I can't find a way to dispel this strange black gas.

Seeing me standing there in deep thought, they chose not to disturb me.

But at that moment, the door was gently opened, and a busty, curvaceous woman walked in. She opened

her mouth to speak, but Kyoka quickly waved her hand to stop her.

Kyoka took a fax from Nanako's hand. As Nanako

whispered a few words in Kyoka's ear, the beautiful headmistress's face immediately turned ugly.

Quickly glancing at the fax, Kyoka frowned, hesitated, and said, "

Sir …"

My thoughts interrupted, I turned to look at Kyoka.

"Take a look at this fax."

The beautiful headmistress handed me several sheets of fax paper. "This is

from . He said that five years ago, in the port area of Vladivostok, he encountered a similar case. This is

his treatment of the illness and his summary afterwards."

"Oh?"

My eyes immediately went to the several sheets of fax paper filled with writing.

Bekoshev, full name Chauvin? Bekoshev, forty-five years old this year, Russian, works at the Moscow

Central Hospital, and is recognized as one of the top ten miracle doctors in the world. His reputation in Russia and Eastern European countries is definitely

no less than mine in the United States and Canada, or González in Spain.

As I carefully looked at Bekoshev's experience summary, Tominaga Akira looked at Kyoka questioningly,

as if to say, "Well, did Mr. Bekoshev succeed?" The beautiful headmistress shook her head sadly, making Tominaga Akira, who had just felt a glimmer of hope, just as dejected as

her .

As a doctor, Tominaga Akira knew all too well how medical rankings worked.

The number one ranked doctor, Mr. Gonzalez, was undoubtedly the world's best .

The nine doctors ranked second to tenth, including Mr. Nak, didn't have a strictly defined difference in ability; each had their

strengths and weaknesses, and their rankings had nothing to do with their skill levels.

Now, even Bekov was helpless, and Mr. Nak, who was on par with him, looked grave. Could Luisa

's life still be saved?

While Tominaga Akira was feeling dejected, Kyoka quietly told Akiko and Keiko about Bekov's background

and his helplessness. The girls' eyes immediately reddened; they could only place their last hope

in me, who had never disappointed them. Bekov had encountered this case— a young man of twenty-one, from a family that made a living at sea—

during a trip . 　　Russians have been impoverished for years. When a child from an ordinary family contracted this strange illness, they could only resort to conservative treatments, helplessly awaiting the inevitable disaster. 　　Sun Simiao once said, "A great physician must first possess a compassionate heart." 　　This means that without a compassionate heart to alleviate suffering, a doctor's achievements are limited. 　　Bekoshev, who became a renowned healer, was naturally such a person. Upon learning of this case, he felt obligated to treat the young man at the hospital. 　　With Russia's top healer involved, medical resources from Vladivostok and even the Far East immediately converged on him. Bekoshev began treating the young man on the third day after he contracted the strange illness. However , within fifteen days, despite exhausting all methods and expending hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of precious medicines, he could not save the young man's life. 　　Afterwards, Bekoshev made a summary, and the fax he sent now contains several points he considers most important, areas where efforts can be made in the same direction. 　　I carefully reviewed Bekoshev's surgical procedure. He only used antibiotics for one day before decisively determining it wasn't a cellular virus. He then shifted his focus to strengthening the body's major organs and specifically addressed the blood and body fluids. The combined use of dozens of drugs, their effects, and reactions were all listed on a fax for my reference. 　　At the end of the fax, Bekoshev added a special note: "Dear Mr. Nak, as a doctor on whom everyone places high hopes, it is my regret that I cannot save the life of my patient. I sincerely hope you will succeed!" 　　Bekoshev's earnestness weighed heavily on my heart. 　　Doctors at our level don't need to envy or provoke anyone. Bekoshev definitely hoped I could surpass him, so that I could save Luisa's life and accumulate valuable experience for future patients like him . 　　"Mix the following liquids: Almic's liquid, Sumatra liquid, Bezoar liquid, and Changbai ginseng liquid in a 1:1 ratio, adding 50% to the glucose solution." 　　After a moment's thought, I finally gave my first order. 　　"Yes!" 　　Kyoka and Tominaga Akira perked up. Keiko and Akiko immediately ran out to get the supplies, and Nanako disinfected herself, put on gloves, and joined Kyoka to take over their work. 　　This IV prescription was the most effective one among the various formulas Bekoshov had experimented with dozens of times. It could slow down the increasingly rapid loss of fluids; although it couldn't completely stop it, it could at least buy some time. 　　After Akiko replaced the previous glucose solution with the prepared medicine, the effect was immediately noticeable In less than ten minutes, the black fluid seeping from Louisa's body had clearly decreased by one-third. 　　Everyone couldn't hide their joy; the long-standing pressure seemed to dissipate considerably at this moment. 　　Only I showed no joy. I touched the soles of Louisa's feet again for a second examination. 　　Having learned from my first experience, I quickly entered a state of tranquility this time, focusing intently on the changes within Louisa's body. 　　The quantity and scale of the black energy within Louisa's body remained unchanged. The reason was that these drugs emitted a vibrant life force, counteracting the continuously dissipating black energy. 　　Unfortunately, this life force wasn't as strong as I had imagined; within a short time, the black energy adapted to them and gradually regained the upper hand. 　　Bekoshov, as expected of a top-tier physician, learned from the fax that he initially used " Ermick Liquid," a drug with cardiotonic effects. The monitoring data showed an effect change of less than a minute, but he astutely grasped this point and continuously added three other drugs , resulting in a prolonged effect. 　　However, after that, no matter how many more drugs he added or increased the dosage of these four drugs, there was no significant change. 　　His explanation was the same as my own conclusion: the body's tolerance limit prevented the patient from absorbing the full amount, while the damage to the body continued uncontrollably. 　　These life forces surged within Louisa's body until they were finally completely eliminated. 　　The power of life. 　　The vitality of life. 　　Suddenly, the image . 　　Wasn't that a powerful life force? 　　Suddenly, a bold thought surfaced in my mind!

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