Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Yukimura Seiki was suffering from acute radiculitis, and Fu Zhenhong could guarantee a [-]% success rate of the operation, firstly because his medical skills in this world were really superb, and secondly because of his own spiritual blessing.

Nogawamoto handed over all the affairs of Yukimura Seiki to Fu Zhenhong, and specially arranged an exclusive office for him.

After Fu Zhenhong carefully studied Xingmura Seiki's condition, and combined the boy's current physical indicators, he finally set the surgery for Wednesday next week.

The next morning.

When Fu Zhenhong went to Yukimura Seiki's ward again, this delicate-looking boy was sitting on the hospital bed and flipping through a book.

The young man was very absorbed in reading, lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the exquisite pages of the book, with a focused and serious expression.The iris-purple semi-long hair fell down gently on the side of her fair face, and in the gentle breeze of early spring, it dyed a gentle and quiet eyebrow.

Fu Zhenhong's footsteps were very light, and he deliberately restrained his breath, so he walked all the way to the door, and the purple-haired boy didn't even notice his arrival.

Fu Zhenhong stood at the door, quietly looking at Yukimura Seichi.Only at this time did he realize that the boy's hair was not pure purple, but a bit purple-blue, like a mixture of the boundless deep sea and the clear sky.

Fu Zhenhong stood there for several seconds before the young man who was reading a book raised his head as if feeling something.

Fu Zhenhong changed into a white coat today. The well-cut pure white uniform was worn on him, making his figure even more slender and handsome.

His hair is the purest jet black, like thick ink, and his clothes are spotless white, like unstained frost and snow. The blend of cold white and deep black gives him an unreasonable abstinence and desolation. .

Yukimura Seichi closed the book and smiled at Fu Zhenhong: "Good day, Doctor Kawakami."

Fu Zhenhong nodded, and her eyes moved from Yukimura Seiichi's face to the cover of the book.

Poems of Paul Verlaine...

The French admire romance, and the poet's poems are mostly based on

Known for its elegant, refined and musical writing.

Fu Zhenhong walked over and said calmly: "This collection of poems is not suitable for reading in the ward."

Yukimura Seichi replied: "Although Verlaine's poems are too sentimental, the description of emotions is very delicate."

"Description of emotions?" Fu Zhenhong suddenly laughed. He originally came here today to inform Yukimura Seichi that the surgery was scheduled for next week. Now that he heard the boy say that, he couldn't help but tease him a little.

"What kind of emotional description?" Fu Zhenhong leaned down, looking at Yukimura Seiichi's eyes, "Despair? Grief? Or... Love?"

His lips moved slightly, opening and closing as he spoke, his white teeth made his lips as bright red and delicate as flowers.Warm breath flowed from between his lips, and faintly sprayed onto the tip of Yukimura Seiichi's nose.

This is already beyond the safe distance between a doctor and a patient, even closer than the distance between ordinary friends.

Yukimura Seichi should have chosen to avoid it, but he didn't move away, nor did he show any discomfort or resistance. Instead, he looked at Fu Zhenhong with those beautiful eyes that were as clear as glazed glass, with a smile on his face all the time. A light and gentle smile.

Compared with those teenagers who came to see him yesterday, Seiichi Yukimura, who was the minister, seemed much calmer and calmer.

But even if he is calm, he is only a 15-year-old boy after all.

After Fu Zhenhong raised the corners of her lips slightly and made the next move, Yukimura Seiichi's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fu Zhenhong lightly tapped the cover of the book with her index finger, put her lips next to Yukimura Seiichi's ear, and slowly read out the most famous delicate and ambiguous words about love and love in Verlaine's collection of poems...

"The bright moon shines in the woods,

On the branches and under the leaves, there is a sound

Ah, my beloved..."

Fu Zhenhong's voice is magnetic and entangled, like fine sand slowly slipping from between his fingers, and he deliberately prolongs the ending of the last word, as if it has been turned a thousand times, more like a wave that has been gently pulled Chunshui revealed a kind of seductive power that made people's ears itchy and uncontrollable for no reason.

He recited love poems, revealing the person in his heart from his soft lips.

The moist and warm breath lingered in Yukimura Seiichi's ears, the purple-haired boy's body tensed up instantly, and the composure on his face had completely disappeared.

There seems to be only one voice in my ears and in my mind.

my heart...

Yukimura Seiichi's heart beat faster, and for a moment, he even had the illusion that the doctor was confessing to him.

He smelled the fragrance emanating from the doctor's body, not the pungent smell of disinfectant, but a scent of honeysuckle, faintly mixed with the faint smell of tobacco.

Fu Zhenhong was very satisfied with Yukimura Seiichi's reaction, he pinched the reddish ears of the purple-haired boy, and withdrew from his body.

After feeling that the young man breathed a sigh of relief as he left, Fu Zhenhong smiled lowly. He stood by the hospital bed and looked down at the young man who was sitting on the bed and looking up at him.

Fu Zhenhong's long and slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, making the mole under her eyes even more charming and affectionate.

The slight curl on the corners of his lips was a casual, undisciplined smile, with an undisguised evil taste, obviously not a pretentious seduction, but it gave people the illusion of being seduced.

Less like a doctor, more like a bogeyman seducing demons.

In the end, it was Yukimura Seichi who took the lead to look away. He seemed to understand Fu Zhenhong's wicked taste, so he smiled helplessly: "Doctor, please don't play tricks on me."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

He glanced at the flowers on the bedside table, where the pansies had been replaced with daisies, "It's really changed."

Yukimura Seichi followed Fu Zhenhong's gaze, and the white daisy showed a bright and tough vitality under the sunlight.

The corners of Yukimura Seiichi's lips twitched, and he said slowly, "Because I'm listening to the doctor's advice."

"I have scheduled the surgery for next Wednesday." Fu Zhenhong revealed the real purpose of coming to the ward.

Wednesday next week...

Yukimura Seiichi paused slightly when he heard that.

"What? Do you have other plans that day?"

Yukimura Seiichi immediately shook his head with a gentle and submissive tone: "It's all up to the doctor."

Fu Zhenhong's memory is very good, even though the space he is in now is a fusion of many different worlds, he can still clearly remember the direction of all the plots that he needs to remember.

So he knew that next Wednesday would be a very special day for Yukimura Seichi. It was the Kanto tournament for junior high school tennis players in Japan, and Li Hai would face off against this year's dark horse tennis team, Youth Academy.

However, since Yukimura Seiki chose not to say anything, Fu Zhenhong also pretended not to know. His personality was both good and evil, so he naturally wouldn't bother to take care of this young man's complicated emotions.

After Fu Zhenhong finished his business, he had no reason to stay in the ward any longer. He was only responsible for following up on the illness and performing surgery for Seiki Yukimura. As for some daily checkups, there were special nurses to do them.

Just when he was about to leave, Yukimura Seichi suddenly stopped him, "Doctor, can you come to the ward and talk to me often?"

Such a request can be understood as a patient's dependence on the attending doctor before the operation.

However, after Fu Zhenhong made the somewhat ambiguous behavior just now, such words became a little more intriguing.

Fu Zhenhong stared at Yukimura Seiki for a few seconds, then laughed, "Okay." There was a hint of frivolity and teasing in those two simple words. It wasn't the doctor's tolerance for the patient, but his prey. fun.

Just as Fu Zhenhong promised.

For the next few days, Fu Zhenhong would go to Yukimura Seiki's ward every day, sometimes in the morning when the sun first appeared, and sometimes in the evening at sunset.

Yukimura Seichi was always the one who greeted first, and said good day to Zhenhong with the gentlest smile.

These days, although Fu Zhenhong didn't say too much and didn't stay for too long every time he came, but after several days in a row, the relationship with Yukimura Seichi has become more and more acquainted.

Fu Zhenhong never used honorifics, he always called Yukimura Seiichi's name directly, and Yukimura Seiichi still called him a doctor, but his tone became more and more natural and gentle.

Occasionally, when Fu Zhenhong came to Yukimura Seichi's ward, he would meet team members who came to visit him. These teenagers were all energetic, and their love for tennis made them seem to never know how to get tired.

When Fu Zhenhong was around, these teenagers would restrain themselves a bit.

Especially Chiya Kirihara, who became emotional after only hearing half of Fu Zhenhong's words. As soon as this kelp-headed boy saw Fu Zhenhong, he subconsciously hid his body behind the old boy wearing a hat, but his eyes were full of excitement. Uncontrollably, she always glanced at Fu Zhenhong's body, and extremely entangled emotions flashed in her pupils from time to time.

Fu Zhenhong thinks this black-haired boy named Kirihara Chiya is really interesting, like a frightened little animal, as soon as Fu Zhenhong turns his eyes to him, the other party feels like being electrocuted, and the red ears quickly move face away.

Often at this time, there will be a too slack remark from the old man wearing a hat.

........................

The night before Yukimura Seiichi's surgery.

Fu Zhenhong, who had just finished washing, encountered a small episode.

When he walked from the bathroom to the living room, a strong and dazzling white light suddenly burst out from a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

A few seconds later, the white light dissipated, and a brightly colored little fox appeared at Fu Zhenhong's feet.

Fu Zhenhong's hair was still dripping with water because it had just been washed, and the wet black hair stuck to his fair cheeks, like a begonia after the rain, all exuding a soft and charming style.

But Foxnosuke doesn't think that a man with such a huge spiritual power will have anything to do with being weak.Facing the dark and deep eyes of this person, there was obviously no gloomy emotion in the eyes, but Foxnosuke felt a strong sense of oppression for no reason.

This long-lost sense of oppression made Hu Zhizhu introduce himself first before Fu Zhenhong asked: "My name is Hu Zhizhu, and I am responsible for serving the Lord God Judge. I will ask you to give me your advice in the future. "

"God judge?"

Foxnosuke nodded obediently, and introduced Fu Zhenhong in detail to the government of the time, historical revisionists, and swords.

"So let me, as a god judge, lead the swords to revise history?"

"That's what you mean, but..." Honosuke's voice suddenly became weaker, and he said tremblingly: "But... the Honmaru you are about to take over may be different from the ordinary Honmaru."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows: "Not the same?"

Foxnosuke took a deep breath, and finished with a single brain: "The Honmaru you are going to take over is a dark-fallen Honmaru. Because the first god-inspector forcibly tried the sleep-dangban, all the swords of the Honmaru were darkly fallen. After the Government of Time A second God Judge was also arranged to take over, but the gentle attitude of the second God Judge did not affect these swords, but deepened the degree of darkness."

"I am the third?"

"No," Hu Zhizhu swallowed his saliva, met Fu Zhenhong's eyes, and said a few words with great difficulty: "You are the fifth."

"It's interesting," Fu Zhenhong laughed suddenly. He touched the tear mole under his eyes, and whispered the original source of the fall of the Honmaru: "Sleeping..."