[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

290th day of admission

The road to recovery is bound to be difficult.

Leaving aside the bruises from repeated falls, the clothes soaked in sweat every day, and the fingers that can hardly move after rehabilitation exercises are nothing.What really tortures people is the feeling of helplessness.

Every time I fell, the panic increased.

Am I really not going to be able to get back on the field again?Is Yukimura Seiichi no longer worthy to be called "Son of God"?

These pessimistic and negative thoughts circled in Yukimura's mind every day and night.He even began to question whether he shouldn't be too greedy, hoping to return to the most perfect self, and being an ordinary Yukimura Seichi, would it be better?

He has no answer.

But those hands never let go.

When he fell, when he hesitated.The person who suffered a hundred times more than him in his heart, the person who stood silently on the sidelines, he never gave up.

From the beginning, to the end.

——Because it's you, I can definitely do it, Seichi.

Even Tetsuya, who just finished the review, and Haruto, who has returned to normal school life, gave Yukimura great help.

Whenever he sees that little face that is gradually returning to ruddy, Yukimura will recall Tetsuya when his life hangs in the balance of death. Only a smile can be seen on his face forever.

Having such a positive impact is not enough.

Supporting Yukimura through that difficult, embarrassing half a month that he didn't want to recall, and his family and friends.

Yukimura's father's fatherly love is deep and introverted. He never comforted Yukimura softly, "Tomorrow will be better." Sometimes he would even use a harsh tone to satirize his son, "Broken wings by useless trials." Think If you want to fly, then get up again and jump off the cliff.

But such reprimand strangely made Yukimura open his heart.

Yukimura was moved by the thoughtful care and meticulous care from his mother and the jokes and amusing explanations from his younger sister.During the short period of his illness, his sister had grown to an incalculable extent, for which he was both distressed and proud.

These are all his relatives connected by blood.

Their existence is the driving force for his persistence.

Since the beginning of rehabilitation, the Lihai Taishosen and Fujisunko have maintained a certain tacit understanding. They thoughtfully gave Yukimura time to lick his wound secretly, but watched him silently behind his back.

They never mentioned that Yukimura might not be able to return to the tennis court.

They just believe, no, believe

——Yukimura Seiichi has always been a miracle worker.

So, he came to today.

"Congratulations, Yukimura-kun, your recovery has been very successful. I am looking forward to your performance in the national competition. Maybe you can give me a ticket to the final in advance." Dr. Smith used such a relaxed and playful tone for the first time in half a year. Yukimura chatted about his daily life.

Yukimura couldn't help laughing: "I will never forget, thank you, Dr. Smith."

Back in the ward, Yukimura looked around the room.

Every corner here is full of the breath of his life.

In the ward that was remodeled by Atobe, there were sofas, reclining chairs, and pillows... His fingers caressed the soft cotton surface of the pillows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth inadvertently.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow will be a new beginning.

He closed his eyes peacefully with a smile, and lay upright on the hospital bed.

Like the past 290 eight days.

It's just that this night, there is no more haze in the dream...

The author has something to say: Jinjiang probably has another convulsion. The chapter in the manuscript box was not sent out yesterday, so there are two chapters today.

☆, the [-]th day of admission