[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

Admission No.90 nine days

White snow flutters down from the sky, fluffy lightly attached to the moist soil, the greenery in midsummer has long been covered by snow, white streets, white trees, white buildings, a piece of plain white land, only There are pedestrians wearing colorful clothes to add a bit of festive warmth.

The small garden in front of the hospital no longer had the blooming flowers it had before, and the bare branches looked rather bleak.A few sparse greenery is also particularly precious.

The little naughty people in the ward don't think about how cold the weather is outside the door. Wearing thin hospital gowns and thick down jackets, they ran downstairs in plush slippers, even gloves were covered. Throw it on the bed and have no time to take care of it.

The conscientious nurses naturally cannot let these little patients catch a cold.So in the garden, on a field of white snow, the joyful atmosphere of chasing each other drove away the coldness of falling snow.The nurses let the children play happily only after they were covered tightly and provided with hats and gloves.

Yukimura and a few well-behaved children were sitting on the outdoor platform to make paper.His pale complexion stood out against the snow.Amidst the exclamation of the children, beautiful paper cranes were born in his hands.Yukimura coughed slightly, and the caring Tetsuya next to him immediately handed over a warm handbag. "Brother Yukimura, here you are."

Yukimura gently stroked Tetsuya's hair, lowered his head to pick up the hand warmer, rubbed it lightly twice, the stiff knuckles moved for a while and then gradually returned to normal.

"Brother Yukimura, how do you think I folded?" Asuka smiled and held up the pink paper crane in her hand.

Yukimura took it with his hand, and nodded repeatedly while observing carefully: "Well done, Asuka, I think you can start making the next one, what do you think?"

Two brilliant dimples appeared on Asuka's lips.

"Yukimura-kun is the best at interacting with children." The baby-faced Miho-san sighed sadly. "These little demon stars are usually not obedient at all."

Hearing the nurse's complaint, Kenichi and Haruto looked at each other and smiled. "Who made everyone like brother Yukimura?"

Everyone loves Yukimura, and that's a problem.

Miss Miho couldn't laugh or cry.

"Alert ahead! Alert ahead! The annoying Atobe-san is here!"

"Alert ahead! Alert ahead! The annoying Atobe-san is here!"

Before Yukimura saw Atobe's figure, he was amused by the voices of the little magic stars one after another.

When the deity, who was wearing a light gray woolen coat and khaki trousers, came in person, only Yukimura was smiling.

"Seichi." Atobe slowed down and stopped in front of Yukimura, with a smile on his face involuntarily.He was also holding a cake box in his hand, and when he opened it, there was a mouth-watering Baumkuchen that looked tempting and delicious.

So the children graciously let the elder brother Atobe who likes to rob people with them, and happily followed the children back to the room to share the cake.

"I didn't expect you, Keke, to be quite skilled with children." Yukimura moved in so that Atobe could sit beside him.

"Hmm." Atobe looked at Yukimura naturally, not guilty at all, "How could this kind of thing be so rare for me."

So those not-so-glamorous or even tragic experiences before were automatically cleared in Atobe's mind. As for one day, he mysteriously asked his personal secretary Taki Oginosuke how to please the children, so that the Secretary-General, who had dedicated himself to death, stayed up all night. The little things are not worth mentioning.

"Ahem." Atobe was defeated by Yukimura Ruju's gaze, and finally changed the subject stiffly, "Dr. Smith has already set the time for the operation."

Yukimura nodded, the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly restrained.

"Hmm." His voice was muffled.

Trace Department pursed his lips.

The snow outside the terrace is getting bigger and bigger.

Atobe pulled Yukimura into the door. The warm room temperature drove away the severe cold outside the window. Pour a cup of hot tea with three or five plates of small snacks, which is a supreme enjoyment.

It's a pity that the two people in front of them don't have so much romantic thoughts.Holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, Atobe stared at the snowflakes outside the window, but his mind drifted back to the window, and fell on the boy who was leaning on the sofa and looking sideways out of the window.

The snowflakes covered the entire sky densely, depressing and suffocating.

Yukimura's eyes drifted far away, without focus.

After a cup of tea went cold, he said, "Xiao Jing, surgery might not be a good idea."

Atobe's fingers froze in the air, and his pupils dilated slightly: "What did you say? Seichi."

"I mean," Yukimura turned his head, looked into Atobe's eyes, and said slowly and clearly, "I don't want to have surgery."

Atobe's left hand clenched into a fist, he looked at Yukimura, and he resisted in the tug-of-war of Yukimura's unrelenting and advancing eyes.

"Why?" His voice was a little dry.

When everyone is working hard for your recovery, why do you back down so easily?

"Xiao Jing." Yukimura's icy icy eyes revealed a hint of sincerity, "I love tennis, and I am eager to return to the court. I once said that tennis is everything to me. That's right. I still think so. "

"But..." Yukimura raised his head slightly, his eyes drifting away, "I am still the eldest son, first of all I am the only son of my parents, and I am Harumi's older brother. This is my responsibility. Then, I am Yukimura Seiichi, and I am the only son of Harumi. Tennis exists inside!"

Yukimura lowered his lips.

He thought of that quiet afternoon when he leaned on the railing to practice in the rehabilitation room.

Inside the half-closed door is the office of the attending doctor, Mr. Smith.

He heard Mr. Smith say with regret: "That kid really worked hard, but even if the operation is successful, he won't be able to return to the court. I heard that he is a very good tennis player, but..."

At that moment, every muscle in his body screamed in tearing pain, he didn't need any strength at all, but slowly, slumped, and embarrassed, he slipped to the ground.

like a loser.

But he doesn't want to tell anyone.

This episode is destined to be only his secret and burden.

No one understands Atobe's determination to restore his health better than him. He tried his best, but only got this result.

Are you willing?

Yukimura already knew the answer, but he could only taste the sour fruit.

"Without surgery, I can still live like an ordinary person by maintaining the status quo." It's just that the flame in me has been extinguished.

"If the operation is lucky enough, maybe I can perfectly recover to my peak state, but if the operation fails, I will be disabled, paralyzed, and even, I will die."

"I admit that I am a coward and I fear death."

After Yukimura Seiichi finished speaking, he lowered his head and didn't want to look at the expression of the person opposite him.

The teacup slammed down on the table, disappointed and angry.

Yukimura thought he would wait for a word.

"If this is the path you choose, fine, I will help you."

but no.

The air froze for ten seconds.

Yukimura only heard the sound of a chair falling to the ground.

--Then

is a warm hug.

"fool."

Atobe said, with a gentle voice.

He tightly circled the opponent's body.

Inseparable.

"You'll be fine, forever."

"What I said will always count, Yukimura Seichi, listen to me. I said...you will be fine and come back to me safe and sound."

I will find the best doctor, the best hospital.as long as i can...

——As long as you can be good.

The author has something to say: Hahaha, the mighty and domineering grass model is so tall every day!

☆、[-]th day of admission