[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 19, Chapter 10)

Chapter Ten :
A Healer's Compassionate Heart

"Ring ring..."

The phone rang in the morning sunlight. By the time I answered, the beautiful

doctor , was already sitting up, rubbing her eyes.

In summer, there's no need to wear pajamas to sleep, especially since Kyoka and I had made love

several times . The beautiful doctor's incredibly alluring upper body, coupled with her languid, mature womanly charm, almost made me

want to go to bed with her again.

Thinking about it, I also said helplessly into the phone, "Hey, little miss, what time is it?

You're up?"

Kyoka just laughed, thinking it was my several beautiful young wives starting to play pranks again.

"Junxiong... Junxiong... Good news, good news!"

Kana's sweet voice came from the other end of the phone. "As of 8 PM, 30,000 people have called

to order PS1. Also, our first two ads received very positive reviews; several newspapers and magazines are preparing to write articles praising them

tomorrow . And the last ad—that was truly amazing! At least 200,000 people

called to complain and protest, and it was met with a barrage of criticism everywhere. Mr. Du Helun even sent an email saying that if we don't give them

a bonus, the TV station's public relations department is going on strike."

"Even so, you didn't have to call at 5 AM, did you?" I said gently. "Don't you

know that children need enough sleep to develop properly... Where's Yuko? Is she

next to you?"

"Of course! We woke up at five o'clock and ran to your office to check emails and make phone calls to find out what happened," 　　Kana pouted

. "Junxiong... you're so mean! We came to tell you the good news with good intentions, and you scolded us..." 　　I was a little amused, but I immediately understood their excitement and hard work . These girls couldn't have gotten up so early without a lot of dedication. 　　"Kana-san, I misunderstood you," 　　I said gently. "To celebrate our first success, you and Yuko should get a good night's sleep. We'll discuss the next steps in the office this afternoon." 　　"Hehe, you're so annoying..." 　　Kana laughed and hung up the phone. I even heard her yawn sweetly. As soon as I 　　put the phone down, a soft, jade-like body pressed against me. "Junxiong, I was woken up and can't fall back asleep..." 　　As her husband, I knew exactly what this beautiful woman wanted. I immediately turned around, picked her up, and carried her to bed. 　　"If I'd known you were such a hungry little girl, I would have fed you more." 　　I sat on the soft bed and ordered her, "Come on, sit on me!" 　　"Hmm..." 　　The beautiful doctor gave me a charming glance, her jade-like body sat on my lower abdomen, and then slowly slid down, my huge, menacing penis pressing between her two beautiful buttocks. 　　Kyoka, her eyes glazed, grasped my penis and gently played with it. "Is it always this big, no matter when?" 　　I cupped her full, round buttocks with both hands, panting, "Baby, it only became so eager because it saw you!" 　　"Giggle..." 　　Kyoka giggled playfully, then gripped my penis tightly with both hands, stroking it up and down, making it swell even more. "Toshio, I want to see how big it can get." 　　"Slap!" 　　I slapped her without hesitation, then lifted my hands and gently released them. With a her pink peach blossom spring had swallowed my entire penis. The incredibly tight flower path gave me a feeling of being enveloped by layers of pleasure. 　　"Move yourself!" 　　I gradually released my hands and lay down, making it easier for the beauty to move. 　　"You're so naughty... I'm already short on energy... You bad guy..." 　　Kyoka said coquettishly, gritting her teeth as her beautiful buttocks slowly swayed, rising and falling with considerable force. Her delicate brows furrowed, and her pink face radiated an irrepressible arousal. 　　Soon, the sounds of slapping and the beautiful woman's seductive moans filled the room again... 　　Kyoka and I entered Suzuki Private Hospital one after the other. 　　The signboard at the main entrance has now been officially renamed. I heard that Kyoka and several veteran nurses often came to the door for the first day or two, grinning as they looked at the signboard. 　　The signboard is said to have been written by a Japanese national treasure-level calligrapher, with each character worth over a million yen. This isn't just a matter of money; Hattori Zenko himself had to personally request the calligraphy to obtain it. 　　The women's fondness for the plaque wasn't due to the elegant yet bold calligraphy, but rather the joy they felt watching their hospital grow, a joy akin to seeing a child grow up. It evoked both nostalgia for past hardships and anticipation for a bright future—a feeling only those involved could truly understand. 　　Mornings are suitable for most surgeries, so aside from the five wealthy officials who came for initial checkups, I performed three surgeries in quick succession. Two were minor procedures for nearby residents, and one was a scheduled major surgery concerning severe bone hyperplasia caused by a deformity in my left leg. 　　I'm usually very quick with surgeries. I once performed a heart foreign body surgery, from the initial incision to the sutures, taking only five minutes. My assistants were stunned; when they told others, many medical experts expressed skepticism, asking how a surgery involving one of the body's most vital organs could take only five minutes from start to finish. Even if Mr. Nach performed it himself, it would likely be an exaggeration. 　　However, I never responded to what others said, always maintaining a cold and indifferent attitude, which ironically turned that miraculous surgery into one of Dr. Nach's legendary stories. 　　Now, with several actual students—Tominaga Akira, Kyoka, Akiko, and Keiko—I naturally slow down my surgical pace for surgeries that don't require rushing , allowing them to clearly observe my techniques and the steps involved. If there's a little more time, I'll also explain the order of operations and what tools to use.

The selfless instruction—the knife techniques, the methods for identifying the root cause of the problem—filled them

with gratitude.

They all knew that at this pace, Tominaga Akira could become

a top-tier doctor in Japan within two years; Kyoka, with a weaker foundation, would need at least five years to achieve the same level; and

Akiko and Keiko would need even longer, at least ten years.

But considering their ages, the oldest, Tominaga Akira, was only thirty-two, and the youngest, Keiko

, was only twenty-one. Becoming a top-tier doctor in their thirties was no easy feat.

It wasn't until 11 a.m. that the last surgery was completed. Kyoka performed the final suturing, with

Akiko and Keiko assisting. Tominaga Akira and I left first.

It wasn't that we were unwilling to help, but the hospital was simply too busy.

Tominaga Akira had only made rounds once that morning, and now, nearing noon, many patients in recovery needed

his guidance and attention. Given his meticulous and responsible nature, even one round would take two hours.

A few more patients came in, though they only had minor ailments. These

old neighbors loved having me treat them; they didn't care if I was some kind of miracle doctor, they'd come to me whenever I was around.

But I didn't find it bothersome at all, because this trust was hard-won. As a doctor, I absolutely couldn't turn

away a patient—it was a matter of ethics.

While I was massaging an old woman to treat her chronic leg pain, there was a commotion outside.

A few knocks on the door, and then Nanako's delicate figure flashed in.

"Sir..."

Nanako, knowing my habit, cut to the chase, "A huge convoy of cars has arrived outside, along with dozens

of burly men in black. I wonder which wealthy man has come."

"You silly girl, so what if he's a wealthy man? Does our little Nak think he's a snob?"

the old woman chuckled. "Or perhaps there's a rich young master there, and you're feeling romantic?"

"Grandma Raikawa... you, you're talking nonsense..."

Nanako stamped her foot, and her large breasts, encased in a pink nurse's coat, trembled slightly,

breathtakingly beautiful.

"But then again, if you really want to find a man, our little Nak will do."

The old woman patted my shoulder. "Although little Nak is a bit ugly and doesn't have much money,

he's kind-hearted and capable, a hundred times better than those playboys!"

I held back, barely managing not to refute the old woman's words: After being praised like that, I feel like

I have so many flaws!

However, neither Nanako nor I were truly angry.

The old lady was a kind person; she often came over to help Mrs. Kanzaki with washing and cleaning.

Her son from the countryside would always bring us some fresh vegetables, never accepting money.

There were many old neighbors like her. Aside from those living in high-rise buildings, Japanese neighbors

are very friendly, which is one of the things I like about this place. In America, even if you lived next door, you

might not recognize each other for decades.

"I'm not talking to you anymore..."

Nanako couldn't resist the old lady's hearty laughter and quickly ran out.

Old-age leg pain is a rather troublesome condition, similar to rheumatism and cervical spondylosis. Treatment focuses on activating

the meridians and massaging the bones. Western medicine can only control and alleviate symptoms, not cure the root cause.

I massaged the old lady a few times, and she's much better now. She had initially said she didn't want to come for treatment anymore,

but I insisted she come. Long-term accumulated pain is very prone to relapse, especially since she's already

seventy years old. She needs more treatments to restore her vitality and allow her to live a healthy and happy life. The old lady was my last patient this morning . My work was complete only after

I opened the treatment room door and saw her out . 　　"Mr. Nak..." 　　A clear, melodious voice called out beside me as soon as the old lady disappeared, drawing my attention. 　　Looking closer, I saw a large group of people standing near the service desk. Apart from two stunningly beautiful young women and a middle-aged woman I recognized, the rest were complete strangers. 　　The speaker was the elegant and graceful Ayaka, who had come with Nagatsuka Yumi again. 　　Standing beside her was another incredibly charming and lively beauty, Asagi, accompanied by a handsome middle-aged couple who appeared to be Asagi's parents. 　　"Come in and talk," 　　I nodded slightly, turning and walking into my office, leaving the door wide open, causing the middle-aged couple to exchange bewildered glances. 　　Asagi's bright eyes darted around, and she said, "Mom, Dad, I told you Mr. Nak is a cold person, now you believe me, right?" 　　The middle-aged man, with his imposing presence, smiled upon hearing this and patted her head. "Little girl, I didn't expect you to learn to help others explain things now? Do you think your father and mother are such shallow people?" 　　The middle-aged woman frowned slightly, seemingly finding it strange that her daughter was helping a man, but she ultimately did n't think too much about it. After all, her daughter and Mr. Nak had only met once; there couldn't be any inside story. 　　"Let's go in, let's not keep Mr. Nak waiting." 　　Seeing that her parents weren't angry, Asagi took Lingxin's little hand and walked inside. 　　Following them in were only three middle-aged men and women; the rest of their men surrounded them, cautiously on guard. 　　It's no wonder they were so careful; these past few days, Tokyo and even the whole country had been on edge. Which noble or wealthy person didn't bring several bodyguards when they went out? 　　"Sir..." 　　Lingxin spoke before her mother, pointing to the middle-aged man and woman behind Asahi, "These are Asahi's parents, Uncle Hojo Nakayoshi and Aunt Rongzi." 　　I nodded, acknowledging the situation. 　　Hojo Nakayoshi was a powerful figure, and knowing the personality of this man with extraordinary medical skills, he didn't pay much attention. 　　Besides, he knew that this divine doctor's indifference wasn't feigned, but genuinely noble and virtuous, and he didn't care at all.

He cared about money and fame, and whether people were poor or rich, they were all the same to him!

When he encountered people of such high moral character, even bad people would be treated with respect, let alone Hojo Nakayoshi, the head of

a prestigious noble family.

"Mr. Nak, I'm so sorry for your intrusion,"

Hojo Nakayoshi said respectfully. "It's just that it involves some matters concerning my daughter, so I had no choice but to trouble you."

I glanced at Asagi and said calmly, "Your daughter is in good health, but you, I'm afraid you have a

serious stomach ailment?"

Hojo Yoko's slightly suspicious look suddenly brightened. She didn't care that her husband and Dr.

Nak were talking, and immediately interrupted, "Mr. Nak, yes, my husband is busy with company matters,

and he often has severe stomach pains at night. I've told him to see a doctor, but he refuses. Do you have any way to cure him? I'm willing to spend

any amount of money!"

Asagi was startled. She knew the ugly man's bad temper. Her mother's

tone sound like she was taking advantage of her family's wealth and ordering people around

. What if this ugly man got angry?

Actually, Asagi wasn't disrespectful to Dr. Nak, but the thought that he was that bad guy's friend made

the lively and beautiful girl feel indignant.

Thinking of this, Asahi quickly tugged at her best friend's skirt, signaling her to speak up.

However, before Ayaka could even speak, I had already spoken, "He's just young now, relying on his strong

body to endure it. If this continues, he'll collapse in less than ten years. If he needs treatment, it's

best to prepare early."

"Hiss..."

Several people gasped, even Hojo Nakai's expression changed slightly.

He wasn't unaware of what stomach problems could develop into at their worst, but he felt that apart from

his stomach ailment was otherwise healthy, and with his good spirits and strong will, he could always pull through. So he hadn't

thought much about it, figuring he could slowly recuperate and maintain his health when he was in his fifties or sixties. Now, it was the time for a man to make

a name for himself, and he couldn't waste time.

But Dr. Nak's words meant he was certain his condition wouldn't last

ten years .

A renowned physician wouldn't speak in a threatening manner.

Thinking he only had a few years left to live, no matter how resilient Hojo Nakai was, he felt dizzy and his heart

filled with apprehension.

"Ah, no..."

Hojo Yoko and Asahi trembled with fear. Hojo Yoko's legs buckled and she knelt down,

tears streaming down her face. "Mr. Nak, please, please save my Zhongyi! I'll pay any price,

I'll accept any conditions..."

Ayaka and Nagatsuka Yumi were also somewhat stunned and panicked, but their

panic . So Nagatsuka Yumi still had the composure to think, "Yoko, how can you talk nonsense? Don't you know that the master

hates rich people who try to pressure others with money? Doing this will definitely backfire and displease the master!"

However , the result was beyond Nagatsuka Yumi's expectations.

I frowned, stood up, walked around the table to Hojo Yoko, and pulled the kneeling

beauty to her feet.

"What's the panic? I didn't say Mr. Hojo was beyond saving. With me here, what are you afraid of?"

I said coldly. "I hate seeing people crying the most. If it weren't for how much you care about

your husband, I wouldn't have paid any attention to you."

"Oh, yes, yes! I won't cry!" Hojo Yoko quickly wiped away her tears, smearing her makeup on her face.

"Sir, you mean... there's still hope?"

"There is hope."

I said calmly. "The most important thing about stomach problems is recuperation. As long as Mr. Hojo does as I say,

he can be completely cured in three years."

"Please enlighten me, sir."

This time, Hojo Nakayoshi spoke up, but he was much calmer than before.

"I'll write you a detailed prescription regarding his daily routine and recuperation methods later. Follow it

exactly , and you'll naturally enjoy health and longevity."

I turned to Hojo Yoko, "Mrs. Hojo, if he doesn't follow my instructions, I absolutely will not treat him again

next time you bring Mr. Hojo. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, sir. Even if I have to tie him up to feed him medicine, or tie him up to put him to sleep, I will do it."

Hojo Yoko, hearing there was still hope, regained her composure. "At home, I'm the one in charge; he has no

say, especially in matters of life and death."

Asagi's eyes widened, as if she had no idea her mother could be so authoritative. Hojo Nakae

looked somewhat embarrassed, but thinking that his wife was doing it all for his own good, his heart warmed, and

his gaze softened further.

After their fright, they naturally had something to say. I sat back down and quickly

began writing the prescription.

Although Hojo Nakayoshi's stomach ailment was serious, it was far from deteriorating. Therefore, with

adjustments to his diet and lifestyle, and given his prime age of forty, he would fully recover in a few years.

The first thing to change was his sleep schedule. Staying up late and waking up early are both harmful to the body.

In Traditional Chinese Medicine, the human body is a whole; an illness doesn't originate from a single problem, but rather

from a cause throughout the entire body. Therefore, to cure his stomach ailment, every part of his body must be protected from further damage.

The schedule I prescribed for him was: going to bed at 10 PM, waking up at 8 AM, and taking a one-

hour nap at noon.

Regarding eating, the most important thing was to eat three meals a day on time, without delaying due to work,

and certainly not eating while seated and then continuing to work at his desk. He must take a half-hour walk after each meal before eating.

As for the food, Japanese cuisine itself isn't problematic, but those with stomach ailments should absolutely avoid raw or cold

foods, especially raw or undercooked food, which is prone to parasites and a major enemy of stomach health. Therefore, I

forbid him from eating any raw or cold food; he only eats simple meals, about 70-80% full each day.

Besides, mutton is mild and warms the spleen and stomach, and mutton soup is an excellent remedy for stomach problems. Drinking a bowl every three days in

spring, summer, and autumn, and a bowl daily in winter, will show remarkable effects within six months. I've also added this to his diet.

I went up there.

To be honest, I didn't prescribe a single Western medicine for Hojo Nakayoshi. I opted for self-regulation and

dietary adjustments. This is because I really dislike the disruptive nature of Western medicine.

I find the steady and gradual approach of Chinese medicine the most satisfying.

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