[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

Admission No.70 nine days

"A physical examination will be arranged tomorrow. We need to clarify whether Yukimura's current physical condition is suitable for the next stage of treatment. As for the operation plan, I hope to be more fully prepared." Dr. Smith turned his head and spoke to the deputy attending physician behind him , and glanced at Yukimura who was exercising in the rehabilitation room inadvertently from the corner of his eye. He looked a little tired, and his sweaty cheeks looked even more distressed, but his firm eyes and meticulous movements made Smith, a doctor, feel excited. moving.

"Doctor?" The translator behind him couldn't help reminding Smith who was in a trance.

Smith pursed his lips, closed the folder, and strode away.

In the rehabilitation room, Yukimura was gasping for breath, he collapsed on the cold wooden floor, his eyes were covered by messy bangs, but he had no time to take care of them.He never thought that his physical strength would drop so amazingly that even a few simple movements could make him out of breath.

The gray-blue ceiling looked dull with a thin layer of gray.

Yukimura spread out his five fingers, reaching out as if to touch the sky.However, the distance is so far away.He closed his eyes silently.

The footsteps sounded from far to near, and Yukimura opened his eyes.

A pair of well-defined joints, long and thin hands with clear fingers came into view.Holding a bottle of mineral water with the lid opened in his hand.

Yukimura propped up his body with his right hand, sat down steadily, took the bottle of water that still had a trace of body temperature, and took a sip.When the sweet but not cold water flowed through the throat, Chief Xingcun heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his head with a smile that was the same as that of the past, but more sincere: "Xiaojing."

Atobe squatted on the floor, looking at him with a smile.

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The sweat-soaked clothes were changed, Yukimura put on refreshing casual clothes and walked out of the bathroom, the hair that had just been washed was still wet on his shoulders, Yukimura randomly picked up the towel on the table and walked out of the bathroom Randomly wiped.

Atobe frowned subconsciously, before his head could react, his hand had already subconsciously grabbed the towel, gently put it on the top of Yukimura's hair, and rubbed it carefully, the water droplets wet his hands, but he didn't feel anything felt.

Yukimura sat on the edge of the bed obediently with a smile, and Atobe stood behind him.

Perhaps the picture of the two is too beautiful, as if one more word is too cumbersome.

After a long time, Atobe put down the towel.

Yukimura smiled and turned his head: "Xiaojing, your technique is a master."

"Hmm." Atobe folded the towel and put it on the bedside table, sat leisurely beside Yukimura, leaned into his ear, and said softly, "Otherwise, how could I be worthy of you."

Yukimura couldn't help laughing.

"What's the task today?" Atobe glanced at Yukimura's extraordinarily clean but not empty desk. There was an iron pencil case and some sketch paper on it.

"Huahua." Yukimura nodded, "It should be obvious at a glance."

Atobe raised the corners of his mouth and retracted his upper body: "Then there is a ready-made model in front of you now."

"It's still hard to change." Yukimura smiled.

Without further ado, Yukimura took out carbon sticks, plasticine, and a sketchbook.In fact, Yukimura has rarely painted since he was admitted to the hospital. If he hadn't been on a whim today, he wouldn't have prepared materials so patiently.Of course, the models also contributed a lot to this. If it weren't for such an outstanding model, Yukimura would not be so active.

Atobe leaned against the window, with his upper body slightly leaning against the wall, leaving only a slightly melancholy back for Yukimura.

The usual arrogance and sharpness disappeared at this moment. Wherever he stood, he was already the scenery in the eyes of others.

Yukimura's left hand holding the drawing board trembled slightly, but every stroke of his limp right hand was so precise.

He is holding a carbon strip, and the simple outlines are vivid on the paper with just a few strokes.

In less than half an hour, Yukimura perfectly completed a small portrait of Atobe.

Atobe took the portrait, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "Very good."

"At least it can be seen that it is you." Yukimura couldn't help laughing at himself.

Atobe shook his head: "I like this painting, that's enough."

Yukimura smiled: "So your standards are so low now."

Atobe stroked Yukimura's hair and whispered softly, "My standards have never been lowered."

At this moment, the knock on the door sounded again, and Atobe opened the door familiarly with the attitude of a master, and saw a little girl with blue-purple hair who looked a little like Yukimura, and raised her hand. Carrying a heavy cloth bag, he walked in with difficulty.

As soon as the door was opened, Harumi walked into the ward with her bag in her hand without looking back. When she saw Yukimura sitting on the bed, she showed a bright smile, threw the things she brought on the ground, and ran to Yukimura's side. It seemed to rush into his thin chest.

Atobe coughed twice symbolically, and turned his head.

Harumi seemed to have just noticed Atobe in the room, and bowed slightly awkwardly.

Yukimura laughed, patted his sister on the shoulder, and introduced with a smile: "Xiao Jing, this is my sister Harumi."

Atobe greeted with a smile, and sat down happily.

The portrait painted just now was still on the table, Harumi leaned over to take a look curiously, then couldn't help but cast a few more glances at Atobe, and finally appreciated from the bottom of her heart - the painter Yukimura.

Atobe raised his eyebrows slightly, he was very tolerant of the little girl's possessive jealousy.Especially when the girl's last name is "Yukimura".

Regarding the fact that Harumi boldly ran from Kanagawa alone to touch Tokyo to see her brother, although Yukimura affirmed it and received a shy cheek kiss from her younger sister in response, she did not lose the opportunity to raise her concerns: "Harumi is so cute, brother I always worry that you will be abducted by bad guys." This is probably the biggest worry for Brother Tianxia Meikong, just because this world not only has wretched weirdos everywhere, but also some young children.

Why is my sister so cute!

This is a very serious question.

"Next time you can come with Genichiro or Renji, so I can rest assured." Yukimura patted Mimi's shoulder, his gentle eyes were full of worry.

Even Yukimura Harumi, who claims to be 99% drug resistant, is not immune.

"Don't worry, brother, I have learned kendo with Grandpa Sanada. If I come with Brother Genichiro or Brother Lian Er, I will inevitably be dragged down by a certain road idiot, and Brother Lian Er has become very busy recently, I also Sorry to bother you."

Hearing this, Yukimura showed a meaningful smile, but it was fleeting.

Atobe immediately said without losing the opportunity: "Next time I can send her over."

"This...isn't it convenient." Harumi thought that according to her brother's personality, she would not want to bother others too much, but she didn't expect him to respond boldly: "This is the best."

Harumi curled her lips in displeasure. She may not have discovered the real relationship between her brother and Atobe, but she has long been wary of this name that appears more and more frequently in her brother's mouth, even though they have not even met each other. Several sides.

Even though she tried to interfere with Yukimura and change the topic, Atobe seemed to... just treat her as the only audience in this one-man show between Yukimura Masaru and Atobe.

He also gently stroked the broken hair on Yukimura's forehead, and whispered softly in his ear.

Harumi bit her lip, but her hands were quietly held by a pair of warm hands.

Looking up, it was Yukimura's still doting gaze.

Harumi breathed a sigh of relief, finally showing a bright smile in relief, and glanced at the trace department out of the corner of her eye.

However, even in the face of Harumi's slightly provocative smile, Atobe still had a standard smile on his face, amiable and amiable.

Unexpectedly, under a thin quilt, a pair of hands are tightly clasped.

The author has something to say: Thank you Arbella for your support for Tiantian, this is a special chapter.

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