[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 16, Chapter 4)

Chapter Four: The Worship of Justice

Back in my room, before I could even think about taking a shower and resting, my phone rang.

I picked it up and saw it was Tendo Chomu.

Strange, why was this little girl calling me? Was there something wrong with her face?

Puzzled, I answered, "Hello, this is Liu Junxiong."

A beautiful girl's clear voice came from the other end: "Junxiong... this is Chomu."

"Why are you calling so late? Is your injury on your face flaring up again?" I asked with concern. "Should

I look for Nak?"

"Giggle..." Chomu's voice clearly held a hint of amusement. "Can't I

call you if nothing's wrong? Look how worried you are..."

This elegant and radiant girl, though renowned for her dance, had an equally beautiful voice

. Her last sentence carried a touch of coquettishness, indescribably captivating.

Of course, Chomu's coquettishness was different from that of my beautiful female friends. Xiaochun and the others' was purely

flirtatious , while Chomu's was respect for her teacher.

I was relieved: "It's alright. Okay, Butterfly Girl, what brings you here?"

Butterfly chuckled: "Junxiong, thank you for that call earlier. My dad,

along with Uncle Asai and the others, are planning a big operation regarding this."

And it wasn't just their families.

The Ii family, Hojo family, Takahashi family, Teraguchi family, and Nagatsuka family of Kansai had already

joined forces and launched secret investments.

Furthermore, the Fujiwara family, Morita family, and Takagawa family had formed another small group, also

choosing suitable investment directions. Japanese businessmen are truly interesting. These temporary

alliances joint offensive.

Besides working together to make money, they also possess a keen eye for current events and exceptional decisiveness… and these

strengths are among the main factors contributing to the success of Japanese companies.

Besides those big alliances, I also took out the money I made from the Nikkei index last time. My

wives also took out their share of the profits and principal from last time. In their words, "My husband and I are of one mind,

preparing to earn a rich foundation for our little family so that our baby can enjoy a life of luxury in the future..."

Thinking to myself, I still humbly said, "I'm just a research scholar, good at analyzing

things. When it comes to real investment, it still depends on your father's boldness."

"They, if it weren't for your analysis, wouldn't have thought of so much. So, are five PhDs from

Harvard University so easy to obtain?" Butterfly Dance said with great enthusiasm.

When she and her girlfriends chatted, they often talked about their families' attitude towards their choice of Junxiong as their tutor. Their parents went from being wary and disliking him at the

beginning to praising him now. With Mr. Nak's contribution, the

parents praised their darlings for their vision and decisiveness.

"Butterfly Dance, stop flattering the teacher. Tell me, what's the matter this time?" She said a few more

words, and I understood the implication. As the saying goes, "If someone is being overly solicitous for no reason, they must want something in return."

"You can't hide anything from you," Butterfly said softly. "Junxiong, you know

what right?"

"A little."

"Did Mr. Nach tell you?"

"Yes, with such a big commotion at the Suzuki private clinic, everyone should know."

"Hmm, Mr. Nach's medical skills are divine. We're really lucky to have him here," Butterfly

sighed , then added, "But I didn't come to you for that. I wanted to ask you,

what should we do in the face of America's overwhelming anger?"

"Butterfly, I suggest you ask Prime Minister Yoshiro Mori, President Clinton,

and ."

"Ugh..." Butterfly pouted angrily, "You're so annoying... You don't care about me at all...

Their lives are none of my business, but it just so happens in Hokkaido, in Sapporo. Isn't that bad luck..."

I suddenly realized that it was Tendo Nobuyuki behind Butterfly asking, but he was too embarrassed to

ask directly , so he used his daughter to ask me.

Why would he ask me?

Ultimately, it was my earlier remarks at the Imperial Hotel that had the desired effect.

Shunsuke Takahashi had already mentioned it in several conversations with friends, and the news spread quickly. At least

the parents of my students overheard the conversation and, in conjunction with what I had told the young women about

the upcoming battleground and its direction, made preemptive, targeted preparations.

These people, possessing astonishing wealth and wielding immense power, are inherently intelligent.

After my guidance, it would be a shame not to rush in and make some money.

I hesitated for a moment: "Cho-wu, is this related to your father? I remember that those in charge of security are all

from the Japanese National Police Agency. Even if there's trouble, shouldn't the police be the first to take responsibility?"

Cho-wu pouted on the other end of the phone: "After the last kidnapping incident, the cabinet ministers complained about

Hakodate's poor security and Hokkaido's inadequate defenses. Now that something this big has happened again, of course they

want to find more scapegoats so that the National Police Agency doesn't have to bear the brunt of the anger alone."

After a slight pause, the beautiful girl pleaded in a sweet voice: "Jun-xiong, please help me... In Sapporo,

if someone is to be dealt with, it's either their aunt or uncle. Everyone has relatives and friends. If

we don't help them, we'll definitely die a horrible death this time..."

What does it matter to me whether they die a horrible death or not?

Little girl, you're too naive. Do you think your dad called you in for questioning just to protect his relatives and friends

? What worried him more was whether the Tiantong family could

maintain its former prestige after these people left and a new batch came —only when their own interests were at stake would they be so nervous!

I stopped myself from saying this. Tiantong Xinyou understood these principles, but the little girl didn't. She

had been instructed by her father to come to her teacher for help, and in her mind, I could solve her problem.

The problem is, that's her glory... Hmm, that sounds a bit awkward, doesn't it? To her family, I

am her glory...

I shook my head, trying not to think about it too much, and calmed myself down: "Butterfly Dance, to put it seriously, Mrs. Linda's

assassination is definitely a very bad thing. This is not only a criminal case, but also

a major event ... However, things are definitely not as serious as they imagine."

The little beauty perked up immediately: "Tell me quickly!"

I said with a smile: "You are only afraid of America and have forgotten the most important thing..."

Butterfly Dance gritted her teeth angrily on the other end of the phone: "If you don't tell me... I'll hit you..."

Seeing that the girl was showing signs of anger, I stopped being mysterious: "Did you notice

the banner they used when they came to Japan this time?"

"Banner?" Butterfly Dance was stunned: "Isn't it an American business delegation?"

"Yes." I praised her, and then said: "Don't you think there's anything wrong with it?"

"No!" The little girl answered readily.

"Don't ever say you're my student again, it'll be too embarrassing." I adopted a teacher's tone: "

Where have you been listening to all the lessons I teach you? You can't even notice something like this!"

"Hmm...hmm..." Butterfly finally started to whine, mimicking her classroom mannerisms: "Junxiong,

stop being so mysterious. I bragged to Mom and Dad that you could help solve this problem!"

"The problem isn't mine, it's yours to solve." I was a bit at a loss with her. This little girl was naturally delicate

yet strong, only liking to do what she liked, and really not very diligent in her studies. Asking her to come up with an answer from

all this confusion was a bit difficult, so I could only remind her: "Butterfly Dance, since it's a business

delegation, it represents a civilian status, a financial exchange, not a formal visit.

Besides , although Powell and Rumsfeld are very high-ranking officials—one is a four-star general and Chief of the General Staff, the other

is a former Secretary of Defense and a senior political figure, and they will be the Secretary of State and Secretary of Defense in the future…

—right now, they are nothing, they have no official status whatsoever!"

"Ah?"

Butterfly Dance was so surprised she almost dropped the phone, then she was inexplicably excited, and after thinking about it carefully,

she was overjoyed!

"Junxiong... I think I understand!" the pretty girl said cheerfully. "Since they didn't get into trouble while on

official business , no matter how angry the US government is, they won't exert direct pressure through official channels

. That doesn't make sense. In other words, they can only put pressure on us through informal channels, and that

pressure will definitely be much less than we estimated."

"Finally, you've got it." I praised the little beauty a few times. "There's another aspect.

Powell and Rumsfeld, representing Bush Jr., aren't the President of the United States yet.

It's absolutely impossible for him to get the whole US moving and put pressure on Japan. I estimate that the current situation will be a

little ."

"Kiss..." A kiss came from the other end of the phone. Butterfly was laughing too happily. She hadn't expected that

a few words would solve all the problems that had been troubling her parents and elders. Really, why hadn't she thought of

the difference between official and unofficial status before?

Fortunately, the little girl was just happy and hadn't gotten carried away.

"So, what should we do next?" the little girl was posing another question to me.

"Butterfly Dance, I've analyzed it so clearly, do they really need me to teach them the specifics?"

"No, they can think about their own things. I'll listen to my teacher's methods to point out their shortcomings.

Isn't that also making you look good?" Butterfly Dance replied earnestly.

Only this innocent and adorable Orchid in the Valley could come up with such a clumsy and funny excuse. I chuckled

and told her my thoughts: "There will definitely be pressure. We can find a few scapegoats

; you can always find another way to get them promoted to other cities later. And

don't forget about the police department; they're the most nervous right now. Whatever pressure others put on you, ask your parents

to put more pressure on the police. Who knows, it might end up in the news and newspapers, and we'll see who

suffers ."

"Next, the two most crucial things are finding the killer and the mastermind as soon as possible, and

ensuring Naker can successfully save Mrs. Linda. Of course, the second point is especially important, but you must believe that Naker

will not let us down. It's precisely because of this life-saving measure that the US won't resort to a direct

confrontation —otherwise, Powell, having lost his wife, would no longer be a sheep, but an

angry lion!"

"It's a pity. With Junxiong and Nak around, he can't even become an angry lion. He can only

obediently be a little lamb." Diewu asked with a smile, "Junxiong, do you think you could ask Mr. Nak

to put in a good word for him? He has a lot of influence over there, the Americans should be willing to listen."

"No, no way." I flatly refused the little beauty, "Diewu, you have to understand, Nak is a very

proud person. He only focuses on his medicine and doesn't care about anything else. If you ask him to be a

lobbyist, not only will he refuse, but as his friend, I won't let him go against his own heart."

"Junxiong, I finally understand why you two can become good friends." Diewu said seriously on

the other end "Because you both have noble hearts."

When I went out in the morning, I found that the curfew in this area was even stricter. Not only were planes circling in the sky

, but small ships were also sailing on the sea not far away, looking like a military base.

This is understandable; after such a major incident, it would be incredibly

insensitive .

With the first day's treatment completed, the second day's work was much simpler. Tominaga Akira

was still waiting outside, while Kyoka and I were inside.

Today we had more time, so while I was using my internal energy to treat Mrs. Linda, I also analyzed

the origins of these poisons.

Modern chemicals are numerous, and it's possible to analyze the composition of many legendary poisons, thus achieving

an antidote.

However, to dismiss the poisons concocted by ancient people based on this is laughable. Take, for example,

the Seven poisons are interconnected, mutually restraining and constantly evolving. Modern medicine would

require finding antidotes for all seven simultaneously, and even then, the detoxification process would

be impossible. The operational difficulty is simply too great. Just consider this: from the moment the poison enters the body until

it takes effect , there's only a maximum of one day. In such a short time, to analyze the toxicity of all seven poisons and find

suitable antidotes… even I, the renowned top assassin of North America, abandoned this approach, let alone others.

Generally, poisons fall into two categories: those extracted from plants and those

extracted .

As an assassin, I know and understand hundreds, if not thousands, of poisons, but these

clearly plant-derived venoms from plant species I've never heard of before.

While I've given up the investigation for now, I've secretly resolved to travel to Africa in three years to broaden

my horizons !

After a day of rest and medication, Mrs. Linda's wounds healed very well, so today I dared to

channel a little more true energy into her body.

Now, the treatment is on her bones. Under the pressure of the true energy, the toxins in the bones slowly detached and

entered the bloodstream. As the blood flowed, it was constantly filtered by the true energy… This inevitably damaged some

normal cells and nutrients in the blood, but there was no other way; saving her life was the priority.

Enveloped by yesterday's true energy, the toxins hadn't penetrated deep into the bone marrow, so the detoxification process

was much faster than yesterday's heart detoxification.

Having abandoned the exploration of the type of toxin, another portion of my true energy began repairing Mrs. Linda's

wounds. The faster her injuries healed, the faster the true energy flowed within her body, and the more effectively it could eliminate the toxins.

Today, Kyoka wasn't surprised to see Mrs. Linda shrouded in white mist. She remained focused on observing

the various data, holding a pen and a notebook to record Mrs. Linda's physical

condition data at different times.

The little girl's mind was still largely on me. Seeing that I looked normal today, she

was finally relieved, but she was still worried that something might happen outside...

That's how women are; once they put their hearts into you, they'll think a lot more about you.

After forcing the toxins out of Mrs. Linda's bones, I gave Fuminaga Akira and the others instructions on how to proceed, as usual. Today's

medication was different and improved compared to yesterday, so I had Fuminaga Akira personally assist. Based on my experience caring for Nagatsu Ayaka

and the children, as well as at the Suzuki private clinic, Fuminaga Akira is one of the people I

trust .

Standing at the building entrance were Powell and Rumsfeld as usual.

From yesterday when I left until today when I arrived, Powell had stayed by his wife's side, not caring about

anything .

Judging from his wife's steady breathing, Powell's confidence grew. A miracle doctor is a miracle doctor! He

couldn't help but think with a surge of pride, "Next time I hear anyone say that Mr. Nach's reputation is greater than his ability, I'll jump up

and give them a good whack!"

"Hehe, sir, you've had a long day. Would you like to go for a couple of drinks?" Powell said with a smile.

This expression made Rumsfeld, standing beside him, quite disapproving. "You always claim to be upright, courageous, and composed,

how come you're behaving so poorly? "

Even as he thought this, Rumsfeld's serious old face broke into a smile just as quickly as

Powell's . "Yes, Mr. Nach, let's go for a drink and rest. Dean Hedman specifically called

, begging me to keep you here. He's already on his way."

"I never drink. If I need to rest, I go home and sit quietly," I coldly rejected the two important figures'

suggestion. "Also, Mr. Rumsfeld, please tell Dean Hedman that I have my own business to attend to and ask

him not to bother me. Goodbye."

Even though the two were used to being ignored by me, they couldn't help but shake their heads and smile this time. It seems that people say Mr. Nach, seemingly

aloof , is actually arrogant to the core—that's certainly true!

As we stepped out of the hospital, dozens of heavily armed SWAT officers swarmed around us, completely surrounding us

. There was only about three square meters of open space in the middle for us to walk through. The Japanese National Police Agency

was now treating me as their top priority. The Americans were taking care of Powell and the others, but this savior

was someone the Japanese had to look after thoroughly; they didn't want anything to happen to them, or they'd be left crying. After walking a few steps,

I suddenly felt something was missing. I stopped and looked around at the SWAT officers.

"Sir, what's wrong?" A deputy chief of staff and head of the operations headquarters of the National Police Agency immediately rushed over

, his expression wary as he looked around.

"Where did Section Chief Kobayashi Renji go?" I asked calmly.

"He... he had a mission at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, so he went back first," the minister said softly. "You

need to see him? I'll call him back right away."

"No," I shook my head. "I heard from Tominaga Akira that his behavior yesterday was very good. I wanted to

thank him on behalf of the injured."

Without pausing, I continued walking. The minister's face immediately

burned . Yesterday, that American captain had used the harshest language to protest the brutality of a certain police officer. Several officers

discussed it and decided: let's not provoke the Americans any further; a third atomic bomb might fall.

So let's send Kobayashi Renkichi back to Tokyo to face punishment.

The minister was the most vocal among them. There was another

unspoken : Nakagami Oki had originally liked Kobayashi Renkichi protecting Mr. Nak. But such a great

achievement inevitably attracted jealousy. The minister, displaying his "I'll always be first" style, actively sought to get rid of Kobayashi Renkichi

and take the lead himself. Regardless of his expression, the special police officers around me looked at me

with even more admiration.

They knew about the conflict between Kobayashi Renryo and the US Army captain yesterday; some of them were even

involved . No matter how much the Japanese usually admired or feared the American military,

none of the police officers thought Kobayashi Renryo had done anything wrong yesterday—though their indignation was understandable, only Deputy Minister Kobayashi seemed to agree.

That kind of courage—daring to order everyone to point their guns at the American army.

Hearing this top North American doctor so unequivocally support Kobayashi's integrity, besides admiring

Mr. also vaguely felt that this might be another turning point for Deputy Minister Kobayashi!

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