[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 15, Chapter 11)

Chapter Eleven: VIP Attacked

One should try to treat everyone equally.

Since I've told Kyoka about it, I won't hide my existence from the four beauties. The beauties

found it amusing; they didn't know my identity as Dr. Nach, so they all laughed and said that

although Mr. Nach was a miracle doctor, his face was too cold and he was too aloof. They said that if they were to choose a husband, Toshio would naturally be the best choice.

Because they came from wealthy and noble families, they were the least worried about me having another wife; they

only needed to know how much I liked them.

During the conference call, Midori brought up something: Takahashi Shizuka asked her to ask me which country

the United States was going to attack.

In modern society, it's no exaggeration to say that information is money. If people

know about American military actions in advance, then there's a lot of

room for maneuver .

What's wrong with increasing one's family's wealth?

However, Takahashi Shizuka always harbored a dislike for me, which is why she had her daughter ask. Takahashi Shizuka

knew that even if my relationship with Midori wasn't as intimate as she imagined, I would still love her dearly and wouldn't refuse her

request.

Like their classmates, the girls had developed a strong interest in economics under my tutelage.

I explained Takahashi Shizuka's ideas to them, mentioning how this information could be used to

gain huge profits in futures, strategic investments, and military equipment acquisitions, which

invigorated , who urged me to tell them quickly.

"Afghanistan, or perhaps Iraq," I offered my analysis.

In Afghanistan, the Taliban was becoming increasingly rampant, not only committing atrocities domestically and incurring widespread

public resentment , but also launching attacks internationally, claiming they feared no one and would deal with the evil American imperialist

lackey—Israel.

Clinton was about to step down and didn't want to cause trouble, but Bush Jr. was different; always tough

, he would definitely take action to show the world who was truly in charge. While some analysts

argue that Afghanistan is a quagmire, one that even the once mighty Soviet Union couldn't conquer, and the current Americans are no

match for it

, how similar is this thinking to the Gulf War nine years prior?

Everyone assumed that the US-led coalition would encounter fierce resistance from Iraq, then the leading military power in Central Asia.

What happened?

From January 16th to February 28th, 1991, in just 42 days, Iraq, the strongest military

power was utterly defeated. The relentless bombing by American aircraft and missiles forced Iraq

to accept defeat with tears in its eyes. Strictly speaking, Iraq's ground resistance lasted less than 100

hours before it ended.

And the US president who ordered the Gulf War?

George Herbert Walker Bush—the father of the soon-to-be inauguration George W. Bush.

If even the father dared to do this, what about his even more ruthless and hardline son?

The situation is similar in Iraq. Nine years of economic sanctions have softened even the toughest hearts; their

courage has waned considerably. However, the increasingly severe energy crisis has still

drawn the attention of American oil giants to Iraq. Possessing the world's richest natural gas and oil resources, Iraq, now weakened

militarily , is easier to conquer and become an energy base supplying oil and gas to the United States.

However, Iraq is now much more cautious, and the US cannot find a pretext for action immediately. Furthermore,

the Taliban is causing considerable trouble, so it's likely that priorities will be prioritized. The US policy will probably be

Afghanistan , then Iraq, perhaps with a slightly longer interval.

I patiently explained this to them, not to teach the young women about politics, but to have

them relay the message to their families so they could analyze and assess the situation.

Of course, to avoid suspicion, I also asked the girls to call their classmates to let the other nine girls

know the news. What their parents do is their own

business .

September 10th, Sunday.

It was almost eight o'clock in the morning, and I entered Suzuki's private clinic through the back door as usual, just in time to see Kyoka

coming out of her room.

The beautiful woman smiled sweetly at me; without me noticing, she had gained a touch of alluring charm of a young married woman.

Kyoka had rested all day yesterday, and after my internal energy helped clear her meridians, she was generally much better, except for some difficulty

moving around.

However, she dared not move in with me now. The hospital was her career, her

passion , and many good friends were working hard alongside her. This beautiful woman absolutely did not want to stop

working and helping others so early.

Therefore, she returned to the hospital last night, and according to her later phone call, she had still suffered

severe torture from four beautiful nurses.

"How are you feeling?" I asked gently.

"It's alright..." Kyoka blushed instantly. "Toshio... don't tease

me while I'm working..."

I smiled slightly. "Dr. Suzuki, this is a husband's concern for his wife, it doesn't fall under

the category ."

"You're so annoying..." The beautiful woman laughed charmingly, her big eyes filled with tenderness.

I walked with her into the front of the clinic. Tominaga Akira was downstairs, checking

the preparations for today with several nurses.

Speaking of Tominaga Akira, he's really a good student. Not only is he conscientious and responsible, but he's also hardworking. With him

at Suzuki's private clinic, I can feel much more at ease. Kyoka has also benefited a lot. He carefully explains many systematic

medical techniques and experiences to Kyoka and the beautiful nurses. I

haven't been as serious about Tominaga Akira's teaching, but he's always there as my assistant during surgery. After the surgery, I also explain the details of

the surgical , from which he has also benefited greatly.

However, he feels that he is already very fortunate to be personally guided by the world's second-best doctor.

He was even willing to share my experience and secrets with me, which was already a generous gesture, so he cherished it

and learned from it. The more he learned, the more he realized his shortcomings. Although due to a lack of talent, Tominaga Akira might not become a world-

class doctor, with this attitude, becoming an excellent doctor was no problem at all.

"Sir," Tominaga Akira said, putting down the folder in his hand and walking quickly over to me. "The patient who had

vascular is in good condition; but the person who had gastrectomy the day before that

suddenly had an allergic reaction today."

I took the records he handed me, glanced at them, and said, "You can consider that stomach

acid can neutralize the effects of medication, so increasing the dosage slightly can make the allergic symptoms disappear."

Fu Yongming suddenly realized, "Oh, I see! How come I didn't think of that? Sir, how much should the dosage

be increased ?"

I calmly replied, "It depends on age. Generally, those under forty have strong digestive abilities, so

only a 20% increase is needed; but those over forty need to gradually increase it. For example, this person is just forty-one

years old, so 30% is enough."

Fu Yongming nodded repeatedly, memorizing the dosage. Such details about medication truly

require a lot of experience to understand!

"Ring ring..."

The telephone on the reception desk suddenly rang.

In contrast, in the quiet morning, a sharp siren suddenly sounded, the sound growing louder as it

approached.

"Hello, this is..."

The new nurse who answered the phone hadn't even finished introducing herself when she gaped and slammed

the phone .

"What?" Kyoka asked curiously.

"I wonder which troublemaker it was!" The nurse, fresh out of school, grumbled, "He

actually I am Chief Cabinet Secretary Hayashi Tadakatsu,' how boring!"

Kyoka smiled gently, "There are always guys like that, don't be angry."

"Okay." The nurse was a cheerful person, and after laughing, she felt better.

"Ring ring..."

The phone rang a second time, and the nurse answered again, "Hello... Please have some self-respect,

do make jokes like that! Humph!"

Watching her angrily hang up the phone for the second time, even Tominaga Akira shook his head. These young people nowadays, they

really dare to make any kind of joke. At this moment, the sound of sirens was getting closer and closer, and it seemed like many police cars

were sounding their sirens at the same time, which was particularly deafening.

"Damn cops, this is disturbing the peace!" Huizi happened to be there too, and said with a sneer, "It's still early morning,

it's like an air raid siren, what's the big deal, is it really necessary?"

"Squeak..."

"Bang...bang..."

The sounds of emergency braking and car collisions echoed through the wide-open doorway, even drowning out the third

ringing of the phone.

"Oh no!"

Fuminaga Akira shouted, rushing out the door to check the situation.

But immediately, he was knocked to the ground by dozens of police officers who swarmed out. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he

would have been trampled dozens of times.

Oh, I misspoke, the people who knocked him down weren't police officers, but fully armed riot police.

The entrance to Suzuki's private clinic was already spacious enough, but it was still difficult for a group of people to squeeze in. In an instant, they filled

half the hall, making the few neighborhood patients sitting there tremble with fear.

The SWAT officers, already in position, remained silent. Then, several more people entered, led by an elderly man

with white hair , followed by several middle-aged men. The last of them was an old acquaintance of mine,

Kobayashi Renryo, known as the "Man of Justice."

I remembered Kobayashi Renryo had long since been promoted to First Deputy Chief of the Regional Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, concurrently serving as Chief of

the Regional General Affairs Section. If even he was the last to enter, then the identity of the person leading the way was

obvious .

Those standing beside me—Kyoka, Keiko, and the nurses—were all breathing slightly rapidly;

clearly, they recognized the old man.

The old man had excellent eyesight and seemed quite energetic, though a little anxious. He strode towards me, and before he even

reached me, he began to speak: "Mr. Nak, Chief Cabinet Secretary Nakako Oki of the National Police Agency, now..."

His outstretched hand received no response. I didn't even look at him, my hands still in my pockets, and calmly and coldly

walked past him, heading out.

A hush fell over the room.

No one expected me to be so arrogant, able to

ignore the highest-ranking officer in the entire Japanese police force.

Actually, I initially thought it was the head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, but it turned out to be Nakagami Oki himself

. It seems today's matter is no small thing. At a gesture of greeting from someone next to Nakagami Oki, a group of riot

police abruptly stopped in their tracks, but judging from their fierce eyes, they simply couldn't

tolerate this person's attitude... Of course, it could also be just a facade.

Not only Nakagami Oki looked at me with suspicion, but everyone's eyes followed me, wondering what I was up to.

I stopped after taking a few steps out the door and reached out to help Tominaga Akira, who was panting on the ground.

"How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"

My attitude remained indifferent, but Tominaga Akira, who knew my personality, knew I was concerned for him, and his heart warmed

. Having such a good mentor is truly Tominaga Akira's good fortune!

"It's nothing, just a bump. These people are really strong." Tominaga Akira jumped a few times,

indicating he was alright. "But sir, even Lord Nakagami has been mobilized, so something serious must have happened, and

we need your help."

"Saving lives is a doctor's duty, but I need to understand the situation first." I nodded and turned to walk back

inside .

Seeing my actions, the riot police's expressions softened considerably, but one or two police officials showed

slightly amused expressions.

Meanwhile, the phone kept ringing. This time, the nurse answered the phone cautiously. If even the Chief Cabinet

Secretary of the National Police Agency could come in person, it was possible for the Chief Cabinet Secretary to make a phone call.

"Hello...yes! This is Suzuki's private clinic...ah, Mr. Morita Hiroko,

the master is...oh, Chief Cabinet Secretary Nakako is also here, so...you still want him to answer

the phone? Okay, I understand."

The nurse pitifully handed me the phone, thinking I was doomed this time. I treated the person in question like

a joke . I wondered if Director Suzuki would be angry? Would the master be angry? Such a good job is

hard to find!

But then, the nurse looked up and saw Kyoka's gentle smile. She nodded at her and

gestured slightly with her hand, indicating that she shouldn't worry.

I didn't notice their subtle movements and calmly picked up the phone: "Hello, this is Nak."

"Ah, Mr. Nak, hello!" The first words on the other end were polite: "I am

Chief Cabinet Secretary Hirofumi Morita of Japan. There is a very important matter I need your assistance with."

"Please speak."

"Linda Powell, the wife of Mr. Colin

Powell , was

attacked by terrorists this morning at 6:30. The bullet may have been coated with a highly poisonous substance, and her life is in imminent danger. Please go to Hokkaido with Mr. Nakagami as soon as possible

! He will explain the details to you."

"Understood." I said calmly, showing no surprise

or tension at hearing this major unexpected news.

Anyone who can become an assistant to the Prime Minister is certainly not a fool. Hirofumi Morita immediately knew that

my attitude towards this matter was very indifferent. Whether I went or not was a question, let alone whether I would do my best

to rescue her .

Morita Hiroko dared not be careless for a moment. If Powell's wife died in Japan, what

a ! Mori Yoshiro certainly wouldn't be able to handle it.

If he could get this nearby and most reliable miracle doctor involved, Morita Hiroko would definitely

be in a favorable position.

"Sir, please hear me out first." Morita Hiroko's tone became even more humble: "We are not outsiders

. My niece, Yuko, is the prized student of your best friend, Mr. Yanagi. Mr. Yanagi's favorite

is Yuko. You see..."

Morita Yuko?

This beautiful girl who is usually so sparing with words?

My favorite?

As for my students, as long as they are my students, I like them all equally. There is never any

distinction between close and distant relationships, so there is no such thing as a favorite.

And even if I did like Yuko the most, it has nothing to do with whether Morita Hiroko and Mr. Nak have any relationship, right?

However, he didn't know I was Mr. Nak. Since he mentioned Yuko, I had to give

her face. That pretty girl had even rushed to Osaka to participate in the rescue operation!

"Okay, I understand."

Morita Hiroko only heard a simple reply before the call ended.

But he was relieved. As an assistant, he was good at reading people's minds. Although

Mr. Nak's reply seemed the same as before, his tone was noticeably gentler. However,

he was always indifferent, so even if he meant well, his tone wouldn't change much.

As for him using his niece's name, he couldn't care less. If Powell's wife survived,

everyone would be happy, and he'd be happy even if she said a few words to him. If Powell's wife couldn't be saved, then Morita Hiroko

would only be able to go back to his old house to grow vegetables and live a simple life. He figured Yuko wouldn't want to see that happen either.

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