Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Principal Tamaki." The teacher in charge held Caizi, who was in her early 1.3 meters, and saw Dean Tamaki parking in front of the school gate. He immediately stepped forward in two steps, opened the car door and put Caizi in.

Just as soon as he took office, such twists and turns happened.

Is it because the primary school teacher is like this, or is he too unlucky.

"I'll do it." Tamaki trotted a few steps to take Caizi, "I'm really causing you trouble."

"It's all my fault for negligent management of the class."

"Dean..."

Caizi was lying on the back seat, holding her injured foot with her two small hands. The severe pain would affect the brain. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as painful.

Little Ayako hasn't noticed the angel sister in the back row.

"Teacher, please go back first, I will take Caizi to the clinic in the city to have a look."

"Hi Yi." The teacher in charge took a step back and watched the car go away. He couldn't get in to talk about health matters, so he could only hope that the situation would not be too bad.

Speaking of which, there seemed to be another person sitting in the back of the car just now?

All I saw was a woman with long black hair.

It should be the nursing staff of the orphanage or something.

The tattered black car was speeding through the small town. While driving the car, Tamaki used the rearview mirror to observe the situation of the rear seats.

"God, Miss Angel."

Caizi, who was belatedly aware of it, finally found the angel sister who was stroking her hair.

Strange to say, after leaving school, the pain in my feet seems to be reduced a lot.

She stared at Sister Angel with wide eyes, seeming to have forgotten the pain of her injured foot for a moment.

"Well, I'll come with the dean."

Caizi lay on Sister Angel's lap with her face sideways, and looked at the dean and Sister Angel in a daze.

She didn't understand what was going on in front of her, and the two of them worked so hard to hide it, but it seemed useless. When did Sister Angel know the dean? I was completely kept in the dark.

Dozens of small questions filled Caizi's mind.

"Ah, how do you drive!"

"laugh."

A pedestrian rushed up from under the embankment and almost collided with Yumu's car.

"I still want to ask you why...forget it, forget it..."

In order to avoid pedestrians, the dean slammed the steering wheel, and the old broken car flicked, making people afraid that the car would be broken in two.

With a sudden brake, Caizi's injured foot hit the car door, and the pain instantly swept through Caizi's entire nerves.

"pain."

"It's okay, Caizi." Tamaki raised his eyebrows, if it was changed to when he was still a policeman...

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it's okay."

The name of an angel hangs in the air, but Takahashi is pitiful and does not have the ability to save people with bones and bones, and she is helpless in the face of Xiao Caizi's pain.

Takahashi clumsily used the paper escape, and several feathers fused together out of thin air, wrapping Caizi's little feet like rice dumplings, as if this could relieve Caizi's pain.

In Takahashi's few memories of his mother, when he was a child, once he had a stomachache, his mother would touch and rub it with his hands, and the stomach pain would be relieved by his mother's warm palms.

"Sister Angel, can this cure your feet?" Caizi happily patted the paper feather on her feet.

As a result, he immediately bared his teeth in pain.

"……cannot."

"..."

A private consulting room operated by individuals is opened in an independent building in a residential area. The upper and lower floors are fully utilized, and the area is estimated to be 700 to 800 square meters.

Whether in a metropolis or a small town, doctors in island countries are standard high-income groups.

"Here we are, Caizi, let's get off."

Tamaki picked up Caizi from the back row, and nodded pitifully at Takahashi in the car: "You don't have to go, leave it to me at ease."

Takahashi is pitiful to such a well-known public figure, even in the countryside of Shiga Prefecture, many people can recognize him at a glance.

"I understand." Takahashi waved his hand pitifully at Caizi, and the white feathers wrapped around his feet were peeled off one by one, forming a graceful white butterfly.

"Fan, fan." The white butterfly stood on Caizi's hair, like a cute hairpin.

The receptionist in the private consulting room is the doctor's wife, who is in her sixties, but the needles are still very accurate.

"Dean Tamaki...ah, my husband, Naoya, hurry up and take a look."

Although she doesn't have a doctor's qualification certificate, the old lady has also obtained a certificate in nursing.

The joint operation of the husband and wife not only makes the clinic prosperous, but also supports the children who have been admitted to good universities. The youngest son chooses to stay in Maibara City to inherit the family business.

The old doctor with glasses ran out of the small office, bowed his waist and said, "Is it a child in the orphanage?"

Small towns have their own set of rules for survival. For Tamaki, the man who "runs" the orphanage, the residents of Yonehara respect him, as do the old doctors in the hospital.

For example, if a child has a cold and a fever, the doctor simply doesn’t take any money for the physical examination. Even if there is national insurance, the money the old doctor spends on the children is real money.

"Did it hit her foot? I still have a little impression of her medical record. Let's take an X-ray first."

In terms of medical care, the island country implements a free medical practice system. Clinics run by medical legal persons and medical practitioners account for more than half of the country, especially in small places.

Don't look at it as a private clinic, but although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of internal organs, medical X-ray machines, etc. The development of the medical equipment manufacturing industry in the island country cannot be separated from the soil of private clinics.

These small consulting rooms all over the island country have a long history. When it comes to this kind of medical 'fashion', it is inseparable from the Nanmanology and Lanxue of the island country hundreds of years ago.

During the period of the Tokugawa shogunate, although the island country implemented a closed-door policy and massacred Chechitan believers, the medical skill has never been out of touch with the world, and has always remained at the forefront.

Every year for hundreds of years, there are medical scholars who have learned from Lanshu Middle School. After these doctors have learned foreign medical and surgical knowledge, they return to their hometowns to open medical clinics, treating daimyo, wealthy businessmen and warriors, and gradually affecting the whole country over time.

Therefore, those seemingly inconspicuous small clinics in the island country may actually be family businesses that have been passed down for five or ten generations.

"Don't be afraid, this instrument won't eat people."

The doctor put Caizi into the instrument in a coaxing tone, and after some operations, he walked quickly to the darkroom next door.

Doctors in private clinics are often versatile, but they are broad but not skilled.

"It's washed out."

Looking at the X-rays, the old doctor took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes: "Dean Yumu, this is a little troublesome."

Tamaki glanced at Ayako who was sitting on the seat outside, and the old woman in the consulting room was teasing Ayako.

The two of them pointed at the white butterfly hairpin with their fingers, which seemed as realistic as a butterfly hairpin that could fly up at any time.

"This hairpin is so beautiful, Ayako."

"Uh-huh."

"Where did you buy it?" The old woman was amazed, "When I came back to Osaka, I also bought such a hairpin for my granddaughter."

"It was given to me by a beautiful sister."

During the conversation, Caizi looked at the consulting room and gave the director a big and bright smile, and Tamaki immediately put on a serious and stinky face.

His stinky face is the source of the children's sense of security. As long as the headmaster still has a stinky face, it's not a big problem.