[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 15, Chapter 12)

Chapter Twelve: Diplomatic Crisis

"Where's the plane?"

I asked Nakagami after hanging up the phone.

Nakagami, with remarkable composure, replied clearly and quickly, "It's at a police base five kilometers away, with

the latest helicopters, ready to go at any time."

"Let's go then," I nodded. "However, I need to bring two assistants."

"Sure."

Nakagami had no complaints whatsoever. He'd take twenty assistants, let alone two—as long as this

super doctor was willing to help.

But at the same time, he sighed inwardly.

The nurse had already revealed the identity of the person on the other end of the phone: Morita Hiroko,

the son . His influence was indeed extraordinary. Initially, Mr. Nak wasn't very receptive, but

something he said later changed Mr. Nak's mind, rendering his prepared invitation completely

useless .

Both were requests to save lives, but who could actually get someone to agree was undoubtedly the key, a

demonstration of ability. Therefore, Morita Hiroko clearly had the upper hand.

Soon, I boarded the helicopter with Kyoka and Akira Tominaga. The pilot sped off

towards Hokkaido at top speed.

We weren't taking off alone; four other helicopters escorted us. All five helicopters

were equipped with the latest anti-radar locking systems and standard anti-rocket launcher configurations. Although accidents are

rare , Japan's equipment has always been on par with the United States and Germany.

On the plane, Nakagami gave me a satellite phone so I could contact them and get

timely updates.

The American business delegation's itinerary was originally only to Tokyo and Osaka, but Mori Yoshiro,

having suffered such a significant loss over the Northern Territories issue, was quite resentful and strongly invited the delegation

to set foot on Hokkaido. Powell and Rumsfeld, entrusted by Bush Jr. and needing Mori Yoshiro's help,

naturally agreed to the three-day trip.

Today was our second day in Hokkaido. Mrs. Linda has a habit of jogging in the mornings, so despite being in her

fifties, she's in excellent health.

Encountering such a high-profile foreign figure, the police exercised necessary caution. Several plainclothes officers from the police department

kept Mrs. Linda within their sight, but that was all… Japan's public security was generally excellent,

and besides, she was a middle-aged foreign woman; who would bother her?

Unexpectedly, Mrs.

Linda she fell to the ground.

At this point, the group was dumbfounded. They hadn't scouted the surrounding terrain, hadn't

assigned anyone to the best vantage point, and lacked skilled criminal investigators to determine the source of the gunshot

.

Aside from pursuing the killer, they at least knew what was most important. The group hurriedly

took Mrs. Linda to the nearest hospital, gave her some basic first aid, and then immediately transferred her to the best hospital in Sapporo, the Goryokai Hospital.

Surgeons immediately began treating Mrs. Linda. They discovered that although the bullet had

passed through her body and not lodged inside, a potent chemical toxin was rapidly

destroying her cells, and her blood vessels were losing nutrients at an alarming rate to combat the attack of

the unknown chemical.

No amount of antivenom or antibiotics could

slow progression.

Mrs. Linda was attacked at 6:30 PM, and after being transferred between two hospitals,

an hour and a half had passed. Her external wounds had been treated, but the doctors were powerless to address her internal injuries.

Their most optimistic estimate was that Mrs. Linda would be incredibly lucky if she could hold on until 6:30 PM, or what is commonly known as

"one hour.

" Powell and Mrs. Linda had a very deep bond; decades of mutual support were his greatest source

of happiness . Just as he was about to reach the pinnacle of his career, a

blow heavier than any glory struck. Upon hearing the news, the four-star general collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way.

Rumsfeld, a traditional hawk, and this usually amiable dove had always maintained

a respectful but not intimate relationship with Powell.

Seeing Powell's utter disarray, the heartbroken Rumsfeld, filled with righteous indignation, also felt

deeply humiliated.

The wife of a four-star general, the family member of a military giant of the world's most powerful nation,

had been attacked in such a way in a friendly country—how unforgivable!

Powell, immersed in grief, said, "Then let me, Rumsfeld, speak." So, this former

U.S. Secretary of Defense, and the future new Secretary of Defense, adopted the toughest stance, right at the hospital entrance,

using incredibly sharp and sarcastic language to berate the group of high-ranking Japanese officials who had accompanied him to Sapporo.

The translator 's voice and Rumsfeld's roar were so clear that they

couldn't even find a hole to hide in.

"Rescue Mrs. Linda, find the murderer within twenty-four hours," Rumsfeld said coldly, looking at the group of Japanese

below "Otherwise, I will consider it a provocation against the United States of America,

a provocation against the U.S. military. The great American people will not let any force that opposes us get away with it, whether

it is a person or a country!"

After saying this, Rumsfeld returned to Powell's side. A group of vicious bodyguards even drew

their pistols. When the consulate's military attaché and soldiers arrived, they immediately

equipped themselves with submachine guns and other equipment that they usually kept in boxes. They even built makeshift fortifications and set up

sentry posts —purely in the style of the U.S. consulate. Bearing Rumsfeld's wrath, Japanese officials felt

not only shame and indignation, but also an overwhelming sense of fear.

George W. Bush's toughness was well-known, an impression formed during his

time as governor of Texas. It was believed that if he became president, his boldness and temper would certainly not be any

better than when he was governor.

Japan is richer than the United States, but it is at a significant disadvantage politically and militarily. If George W. Bush

were to and leak information to Russia or South Korea, and then impose sanctions on Japan globally,

Japan would be in dire straits for the next few years. Forget about economic development; even preventing economic recession would

be impossible.

Leading the American business delegation was none other than Japan's Chief Cabinet Secretary, Hiroko Morita.

As a rising star with an incredibly bright political future, he was filled with fear and embarrassment, yet he was also constantly

thinking of solutions. Saving Mrs. Linda and finding the murderer both seemed urgent, but

the first was paramount. If Mrs. Linda could be saved, everything else would be easier.

The question was, how could Mrs. Linda be saved?

The doctors at the Goryeo-kai were renowned throughout Japan; they wouldn't be so

pessimistic .

Besides them, who were the best doctors in all of Japan…? Hmm!

Hiroko Morita shuddered. Hadn't his father mentioned a few days ago that his granddaughter wanted him to have a check-up with

Dr. ? Dr. Nak is the second-best doctor in the world!

Yes! That's him!

So, he quickly called for help. Morita Hiroko, however, was blinded by concern and needed time to

think of a solution. But the officials remaining in Tokyo, unaffected by the turmoil,

thought of me even while the doctors were still trying to save him.

After receiving the announcement from the doctors at the Goryo-kai Hospital that they were powerless, Mori Yoshiro immediately dispatched his

trusted subordinate , saying, "Even if you can't get him, kidnap him."

The doctors at the Goryo-kai Hospital, already impressed by my miraculous treatment of Tendo Chobu,

felt even more reassured after receiving my call and immediately began to follow my instructions.

The most important thing in treating a patient is to prescribe the right medicine.

My first request was to have the pathology lab analyze what the toxin was; only by finding

the root cause could we find a solution.

Secondly, I instructed them to administer as many vitamins and antibiotics as possible to Mrs. Linda. I provided

them with a list of five types. This combination of medications is typically used for emergency treatment and

is very effective in slowing the rapid decline of various bodily functions. Although it has significant side effects, the situation is urgent, so we must use it for now

. The effects can be compensated for later through supplementation.

Next was the issue of cardiac pacing. Since the heart is the most vital organ, strengthening its function is crucial for overall health. I instructed them to stimulate Mrs. Linda's heart

with a weak electrical current every ten minutes to activate her body's natural defenses. 　　I also instructed them to report Mrs. Linda's vital signs to me every fifteen minutes so I could provide remote treatment. The distance between Tokyo and Sapporo isn't too far. The helicopter arrived at the temporary airfield next to the Wulingkai Hospital at 9:50 AM, only three hours after Mrs. Linda was shot and fell unconscious . From a treatment perspective, this wasn't too late. 　　Immediately after disembarking, the three of us, escorted by police cars, entered the Wulingkai Hospital. A casual heavy machine gun, pointed menacingly at the road outside, stood amidst several sandbag fortifications. 　　Besides this, sentries, both visible and hidden, were stationed in every corner of the hospital, even on the rooftops and treetops. Every American soldier wore an earpiece, looking as if facing a formidable enemy. Japanese police weren't even allowed inside the hospital , forced to remain outside on duty. Faced with such humiliation, everyone could only endure it—after all , it was their fault for the lax security that led to Mrs. Linda's shooting. 　　As for the other patients, they weren't allowed to leave their rooms either, and new patients couldn't enter, forced to transfer to other hospitals. 　　Knowing of my arrival, several directors from the Wuling Association were waiting at the entrance. Seeing me ignore their respectful greetings and simply walk past them inside, Zhong Gengchong, following behind me, was overjoyed: "So I'm not the only one receiving this treatment!" 　　Outside the operating room, security was extremely tight, to the point that almost no one could pass through. American soldiers, looking menacing, filled every inch of the space. 　　"What are you all doing here? Get out!" I frowned and said coldly to them. 　　There were many people, but it was very quiet; they were afraid of disturbing Powell and Rumsfeld, so everyone could hear my clear Washington accent. 　　The American soldiers were furious, and the leader immediately tried to grab his rifle butt and smash it over my shoulder. They didn't care if you spoke English or not; if you weren't white, they didn't like you. 　　Several high-ranking police officers were startled by the sight, and in a flash, Nakagawa and a few others blocked my way. 　　"Stop!" Rumsfeld walked over, looked at me, then at Nakagawa, and said , "Why aren't you investigating the murderer? What are you doing here?" 　　Nakagawa knew about Morita Hiroko's earlier predicament in front of Rumsfeld, and now, feeling emboldened wanted to overwhelm Morita with his imposing presence. 　　"Mr. Rumsfeld," Zhong Gengchong said calmly, "the gentleman standing before you is Mr. Naker from Washington National Hospital. If you believe that the person we went to great lengths to invite has done nothing to help Mrs. Linda 's injuries, then I think doctors all over the world will be furious with you ." 　　"Naker? Washington National Hospital?" Rumsfeld felt a strong sense of familiarity, but couldn't quite place him . This was because he was a very healthy old man who almost never went to the hospital. 　　"Mr. Naker!" A shrill shout rang out from the other side. After a series of stumbling sounds, the tall and imposing four-star general knocked down five or six soldiers before rushing to my side. 　　"God, Mr. Naker, it must be God who sent you to the desperate Powell!" Powell clasped his hands together, pleading desperately, almost kneeling down to beg, "You must save my wife, she is my everything, please save her!" 　　"With so much energy, why don't you wait until your wife recovers and then take better care of her?" I said calmly . "Now, make them all leave, and then you leave too. Don't disturb our treatment."

"Oh, good, good!" Powell was overjoyed, waving his hands wildly. "Get out, get out

of here like an idiot! Get out, get out..."

If the American generals saw the former

Chairman so rudely, they would be stunned.

But the soldiers didn't think so. A rude general made them more obedient than a gentle one. Seeing

Powell's excited expression, they quickly ran out, not daring to stay any longer.

In the blink of an eye, after a series of footsteps, the spacious corridor suddenly became very empty.

"Mr. Nach, please!" Powell rubbed his hands together, looking at me nervously.

"Didn't you hear me?" I didn't even take my hands out of my pockets. "You, and you, including Mr.

Nakagaki ... everyone who is irrelevant, get out. You're useless. What are you doing here?"

"Uh!" Nakagaki realized then that he had thought he had made Mr. Nach very powerful, but now he

felt that he had completely underestimated his prestige.

To speak to the future U.S. Secretary of State and Secretary of Defense in such a lecturing tone, and

with such an air of self-righteousness, was downright cold and ruthless.

"Hehe, alright, alright, I'll go out now..." Powell chuckled憨厚ly, tugged at the already enlightened

Rumsfeld, and walked out, saying, "With Mr. Nak here, what am I afraid of? You go ahead with your work,

I won't bother you."

This was the first time Nakakō had seen Powell so agreeable. Even the incredibly arrogant

Rumsfeld had left without a word, so what were these Japanese officials compared to him?

"Mr. Nak, please forgive my rambling, but this surgery is very important, concerning the honor and

dignity . I'm entrusting it to you!" The Chief Cabinet Secretary of the National Police Agency bowed respectfully.

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