[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 16, Chapter 2)

Chapter Two: All-Out Rescue Efforts

The Deputy Chief Cabinet Secretary quickly arranged for personnel deployment. Even without his instructions, most of the medical staff from

the Wuling and immediately began treating the wounded.

However, the medical staff soon encountered trouble.

Passing through the small path earlier was fine, but now, with stretchers carrying the wounded,

more , and the previous emergency passage was insufficient.

However, when the medical staff tried to carry the wounded into the hospital, the American consulate soldiers refused to open

the fence , preventing them from entering.

"Why?" the doctors and nurses demanded loudly.

"I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, this is now the American consulate's military-controlled area. If you have

any questions, you can consult the Sapporo consulate or the American ambassador to Japan," a

tall, younger captain said condescendingly, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

He and his soldiers did this deliberately. The violent explosion earlier was not only seen as

a provocation , but also as an insult by these soldiers. So even seeing so many Japanese police officers injured, they

refused to release the obstruction.

"Damn it!"

The deputy chief of staff turned his head away quickly when he saw this scene. Anyway, the boss was here, so it was n't

his place to worry.

Kobayashi Renryo was maintaining order nearby and sending the arriving police to search

and guard more distant areas. He knew that there couldn't be any more problems, so he instructed his men to be extremely careful.

According to Kobayashi Renryo's rank, he wasn't very high in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

He wasn't originally supposed to be assigned to this trip to Suzuki's private clinic, but he happened to be at the police station early in the morning and was seen by Nakagami Oki, who was coming out. Nakagami

Oki remembered this "man of justice" who had recently made a name for himself. After a slight hesitation, he felt

that he should make use of Kobayashi's investigative abilities, so he ordered him to come along as well.

Although Kobayashi Renryo was crude, he still understood a little English, and judging from the tall captain's tone,

he naturally knew it wasn't good news.

"What exactly did he say?" Kobayashi Renryo pulled aside a deputy chief of the Sapporo police station.

This deputy chief was formally trained and, because he frequently dealt with foreign ships, his English was

exceptionally good; he immediately relayed the captain's words.

Upon hearing this, Kobayashi Renryo flew into a rage and turned to walk towards the fence.

"What are you doing? Get out of the way and let them carry the injured man in!" Kobayashi Renryo stood in front of

the fence , shouting loudly in broken English.

The captain was taken aback at first, then flew into a rage. You, a mere Japanese policeman, dare to yell at me like that

?

"I'm sorry, but I won't open the fence until I receive orders from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." The captain immediately

raised the bar. He'd just said consulate/embassy, now it was the U.S. Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He also

raised his gun: "If you dare cross this perimeter, I will consider it

a declaration of war against the United States of America."

The deputy director, who was with the interpreter, was sweating profusely. These barbarians were too arrogant! A declaration of war?

Was it that serious?

Kobayashi Renryo's stubbornness kicked in. He didn't care about war or anything like that, and roared, "Men,

move all this stuff away! Anyone who tries to stop us, arrest them all!"

The Sapporo police station had over two hundred officers, plus some special police and reinforcements from nearby cities

, totaling at least five hundred. About a hundred of

them stood around Kobayashi Renryo. The consulate only had about twenty people; the rest were American military bodyguards surrounding

Rumsfeld In terms of numbers, the Japanese police had an absolute advantage.

The lower-ranking police officers knew about the "Men of Justice." Their colleagues were injured because of these damned

Americans , but now they were being prevented from seeking medical attention. Even the weakest police wouldn't

stand idly by.

"Click...click..."

A series of sounds of safety being released and bolts being pulled rang out; at least fifty guns were pointed at the captain and

his colleagues.

The captain was stunned for a moment, then viciously pointed his gun at Kobayashi Renryo's head, three meters away: "

Order them to put down their guns, or I'll kill you!"

Since Kobayashi Renryo was already prepared, why would he care about his threat?

The deputy minister immediately drew his pistol and said without hesitation, "You're the one who should get out of my

way! I'll count to ten, and if you don't move, I'll definitely shoot. One...two..."

The two stared at each other. The captain couldn't afford to lose face in front of so many people, and besides, he didn't believe Kobayashi

Renji would dare to shoot; Kobayashi Renji, however, was truly willing to risk it all. In any case, if

he a way to save his life.

"What are you doing! Minister Kobayashi, put down your guns right now!" At this point, the deputy chief of staff who had been watching the scene

became anxious and rushed over in a few steps. Kobayashi Renji's fiery temper and stubborn personality were

already well-known throughout Japan. He knew that this hothead was definitely not joking, and if

things went wrong, it wouldn't just be a quarrel between the US and Japan; it could escalate into something serious.

Kobayashi Renji could disregard the captain's authority, but he couldn't disobey his superior.

Besides, the deputy chief of staff wasn't just talking; he actually snatched his gun. So, he had no choice but to retreat sheepishly.

Seeing this, the captain became even bolder: "Hmph, you ignorant fool, if you have the guts, shoot me!"

"What's going on here?" Several doctors emerged from the hospital building. The leader,

a man in his thirties, hadn't even removed his surgical gown.

Powell, whose eyes had been fixed on the building entrance, seemed to be injected with

adrenaline . He leaped from his chair with agility no less than a young man.

"Doctor, how is my wife? Was Mr. Nak's surgery successful?" Powell

asked .

"Not yet… Please wait patiently. There's no surgery in this world that can't be performed on Mr. Nak,"

the newcomer said calmly.

He was none other than Tominaga Akira, who had rushed from the operating room. The captain had prevented the injured from entering, and the quick-thinking doctor had immediately…

He called in and asked the hospital director to find a solution. The director, of course, wasn't stupid; his first

thought Mr. Nark. Those Americans wouldn't give face to anyone, and wouldn't dare disobey Mr. Nark's wishes.

Unable to get me to help immediately, the director explained the situation to Tominaga Akira, who was outside. Tominaga Akira, a very

upright and compassionate doctor, rushed out.

"Ah, yes, please don't misunderstand, I don't distrust Mr. Nark, I'm just worried,"

Powell quickly explained.

"Anyone would be nervous if they encountered a family member like this," Tominaga Akira said, his expression unusually relaxed. "You

must be General Powell?"

"Yes, I am Powell. May I ask who you are, sir?" Powell remembered that this man and a beautiful

female doctor had been accompanying Mr. Nark and had even entered the operating room together.

"I am Akira Tominaga, your assistant."

"Oh, Mr. Tominaga, hello, hello. It's really kind of you and Mr. Nach to work so hard. I, Powell, will definitely remember it

." Powell exchanged pleasantries, then suddenly sensed something was amiss: "Eh, excuse my intrusion, Mr. Tominaga,

what are you doing out here now?"

Powell realized something was wrong. Why was Dr. Nach performing surgery, and instead of staying in

the operating room , had run out by yourself?

Akira Tominaga, who was worried about not having a chance to speak, immediately followed up, "It's like this, the sir is inside

treating your lady with his special skills, and we can't help much for the time being... I heard from inside that your

soldiers are not allowing the police officers who were injured in the explosion to enter the hospital for treatment. What's going on?"

Akira Tominaga was, after all, just a doctor, and he never understood politics or speaking

skills . As he spoke, it turned into an interrogation, making the hospital director and deputy director next to him break out in a cold sweat.

Powell was taken aback. His mind had been completely focused on the hospital building entrance and the unconscious

Rumsfeld ; he hadn't paid any attention to what was happening outside. Looking towards the guard post, his brow furrowed immediately

.

"Captain, what's wrong with you? My responsibility to you is to guard this place, not to stop

people who need emergency care!" Powell walked over and loudly reprimanded the captain. "Let them in now!"

"Yes, sir, it's my fault!" Facing a legendary figure in the American military, the captain dared not say anything.

Without his orders, the soldiers beside him hastily removed all the barriers, and the impatient crowd outside

rushed in with the stretcher.

The scene descended into chaos.

Powell frowned, clearly worried that these people would disrupt Mr. Nach's surgery, but he dared not say it

directly , fearing that people would misunderstand and think he lacked confidence in Dr. Nach.

Such a simple yet complex torment was rare in his life.

Kyoka and I both heard the explosion, along with the violent tremor;

only Mrs. Linda didn't feel it.

However, Kyoka displayed excellent composure, covering her mouth with both hands to suppress a scream,

trying not to disturb me.

The most taboo thing when using true energy to heal the injured is being disturbed. In that instant of tremor,

the true energy sensed the external disturbance and momentarily retreated to protect itself. If I hadn't reacted quickly,

I could have been seriously injured.

Even so, Kyoka clearly saw my face turn pale within seconds, and although it finally

stopped changing, it was much paler and more exhausted than before.

The beautiful doctor was very worried and wanted to ask if I was having any difficulties, but knew she shouldn't

speak , so she could only wait anxiously. Finally,

after another half hour, I slowly withdrew my hand, and the thick

white mist that had enveloped Mrs. Linda slowly began to dissipate.

Kyoka didn't speak until I opened my eyes, then timidly whispered, "Junxiong..."

I shook my head inwardly. Just this brief interruption had cost me at least ten percent of my power, and that was only because my

power had recently increased by one level. Otherwise, this would have at least made me cough up blood.

However, I wouldn't let my beautiful wife know about my injury. Kyoka doesn't understand martial arts, and I

didn't want her to worry about such a small matter... Of course, right now, her face was much paler than mine, clearly frightened

.

"Just a little tired, nothing serious." I pulled the beauty into my arms. "Alright, her

life is saved now. Just seven more days of treatment will completely clear the toxins."

"Just one day and you're already this exhausted? Seven more days?" Kyoka pouted under her mask

. "How about we rest for a day and then treat her again?"

"Haha, silly girl, treating patients shouldn't be like this." I smiled slightly. "Come on,

let's go out. Mrs. Linda needs to stay in the intensive care unit; she can't go out. But if we don't leave,

the people outside will start to worry."

"Hmm..." Kyoka obediently followed behind me, not saying much, but already thinking about

what kind of nourishing soup to make for her husband tonight.

After a girl becomes a woman, she naturally considers many things, and her husband's health is

something a woman values most.

I emerged from the best operating room at the Wuling Hospital, only to find Fu Yongming and a chief

physician waiting. The other dozen or so doctors and nurses had vanished, and the once spacious operating room

corridor and waiting area were now bustling with activity.

Nodding, I ignored their tasks, first instructing Fu Yongming on the names of the medications to be administered to

Mrs. , then calmly walked away.

Seeing my composed and collected demeanor, the chief physician's tension eased, replaced by

indescribable admiration: only someone so nonchalant could be called a miracle doctor!

Fu Yongming hesitated for a moment, then rushed to my side, quickly explaining the situation before returning to

join the chief physician in transferring Mrs. Linda to the intensive care unit.

Outside, many people were also waiting. Powell, at the front,

paced Rumsfeld, already awake, sat resting in a chair, too exhausted to argue with him.

"Mr. Naker!"

When Powell saw me emerge, he was so excited his voice was almost trembling. The trembling

four-star general wanted to rush forward but was afraid, seeking the answer he craved from my face, only to find

the doctor still cold and aloof.

Fortunately, when Powell's eyes turned to Kyoka behind me, she politely returned

his smile.

That smile instantly lifted Powell's spirits—from anxiety to the warmth of

spring .

"Mr. Nach..." Powell was overwhelmed with emotion, gripping my hands tightly, speechless for a long time

.

The feeling of returning from hell to heaven is always so wonderful, yet always so exhausting;

I again.

"Your wife is only temporarily safe; she's not completely out of danger," I said coldly, withdrawing my hands.

"In the future, if you have any dangerous missions, please don't bring your wife along. It's not good to harm innocent people."

Powell remained silent, embarrassed. He had never considered bringing his wife along for a show; wherever American officials went,

they were respected and fawned over. Unlike now, where even the wife of a four-star general almost

died in Japan.

On the other hand, Powell felt immense respect for this renowned doctor. Knowing

he was a high-ranking American official and military leader, the doctor treated him like an ordinary person,

criticizing . This proved that he truly possessed the "heart of a parent" as the Eastern saying goes.

Besides, he wasn't stupid; he could see my face was much paler than before, knowing I was exhausted.

I wanted to say something to express my gratitude, but felt it was far from enough to convey my thanks to the doctor.

Rumsfeld strolled over and nodded at me. "Mr. Nach, hello. It's

a pleasure to meet you. I'm Rumsfeld."

He showed me respect, but it was the respect one would show to a leader in another field, the former and soon-to

-be Secretary of Defense. He was concerned with something else entirely: "Sir, I'd like to ask

what kind of chemical agent the perpetrators used. Is this agent difficult to obtain?"

Rumsfeld had hit the nail on the head. I glanced at him; his gaze was cold, and even

a seasoned veteran couldn't help but feel a jolt: what sharp eyes!

"The perpetrators didn't use a chemical agent, but rather a poison from African natives, which they applied to the bullet." I

didn't want to sound too alarming, so I said vaguely, "This poison is extremely potent. I need at least seven

days to completely remove Mrs. Linda's poison."

"Oh, I understand. Thank you for your trouble, sir. The American people will not forget your friendship."

Rumsfeld expressed his gratitude, but his eyes darted around rapidly, clearly not thinking about

this at all.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Mr. Naker is an American." Powell's mood improved,

and he began to argue with his old friend: "Last year, didn't the President intend to award Mr. Naker a medal

? But Mr. Naker is indifferent to fame and fortune and doesn't like these things, so he declined."

"Hehe, I forgot about that."

Rumsfeld slapped his forehead, then spread his hands in apology. His playful old man appearance made Kyoka smile

knowingly hadn't expected such a prominent American figure to be so witty and approachable!

What she didn't know was that for a staunch hawk like Rumsfeld, wit and

approachability were just his usual demeanor. When it came to conflicts of national and political interests, he was a

true vulture.

Unconsciously, my eyes swept over the shockingly ravaged ruins, and my heart skipped

a beat .

Who harbored such deep hatred for them that they would cause such a commotion?

It seems the Japanese police are in for a lot of work!

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