[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

Admission No.40 for six days

If I fall in love with you, it must be the greatest luck in my life.

——Seiichi Yukimura

His restless forehead hair was finely brushing his tired face, and his sea blue eyes clearly reflected the person lying weakly on the bed.

The clothes are still thin, and the face is getting paler.The edges and corners of his face became clearer, only slightly covered by the messy iris-blue hair.The delicate eyebrows and eyes are tightly closed at this moment, and the thin lips are tightly pursed at this moment.His hands became thinner, and the calluses on his fingertips seemed to be slowly smoothed away.On the slender wrist, the dense pinholes are daunting.

Atobe didn't know why he was standing here.

He clenched his fists tightly.

This powerlessness is so painful.

It turns out that life is so fragile.

In the dark ward, the white curtains blocked the bright sunlight from the window.

Everything is still, only the tick-tock medicine bottle hanging precariously on the shelf.

Atobe sat on Yukimura's bedside, he couldn't help stretching out his hand gently, gently, like a treasure, caressing his forehead with messy hair, his slightly blue eyelids, his erect The bridge of his nose, and his paper-pale lips.

Then, as if he suddenly realized what he was doing, he withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.

But in the end, he gently put his hand on Yukimura's.

Their slender fingers overlapped each other.

Then he didn't say anything, just sat quietly, quietly in this suffocatingly silent room.

Time ticked by.

When Yukimura slowly opened his eyes, it was like waking up from a dream, he frowned slightly, and when the sight in front of him became clearer, he involuntarily looked towards the bedside.

A familiar face came into view.

"King Wu?" His slightly questioning tone made Atobe, who looked nervous, loosen his brows.

"Well, I'm here." Atobe's tone was unbelievably gentle, he stretched out his hand to cover the corner of Yukimura's quilt, and his eyes stayed on his bright eyes.

Yukimura rubbed his eyes subconsciously, only to find the bandage on his hand.Consciousness returns instantly. "Where is Zhou Zhu?"

"I let him go back first. He kept watch last night." Atobe said.

Yukimura blinked, pretending to be relaxed and said: "It seems that I have to thank him very much."

"Yeah." Atobe replied softly.

Then Yukimura turned his face away, and said a little tiredly: "I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while, let's go out first, Keigo."

Atobe was silent for a while, but finally stood up, walked out of the ward, and closed the door with his back turned.He leaned against the door, there was no sound from inside, silent, silent.

Atobe raised his head, the fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor were extremely dazzling.

He walked aimlessly through the corridor, passing by nurses carrying medicine bottles and hurried patients. It was bright white, but it was so heavy, with a lingering sense of death.

Dr. Tohno's office has arrived.

In the empty room, there was a white desk, and an open medical record came into view.

Atobe just glanced at it in a hurry, and saw several key words, and his heart skipped a beat.

Dr. Tono, who made the rounds soon, came back, and Atobe sat on the sofa calmly, with no flaws in his hard mask.

"You're here, Atobe-kun." Dr. Tono was not surprised to see Atobe here.

"Doctor Tono, I want you to give a clear answer, what is the probability of success?" Atobe stood up, his eyes were aggressive, but Doctor Tono was not timid.

He took off his glasses from the bridge of his nose, rubbed his nose lightly, and sorted out the medical records on the table: "I think you have read it yourself just now, so I don't need to explain too much. Mr. Atobe, what do you want?" I know, this is Yukimura's private privacy, and that's all I can disclose."

"Is surgery the only way?" Atobe asked.

Dr. Tono was silent for a while before slowly opening his mouth: "If there is another way, I would definitely not suggest surgery. As you know, the success rate of surgery is too low. I am not sure at all, but the effect of drug control It's really limited, this is the second time Yukimura has fainted, you and I both know what it means."

"What is the success rate of the operation?" Atobe rubbed his hands on the medical records, his eyes fixed on the word Yukimura Seiki for a long time.

"It's less than [-]%, but the more it is delayed, the lower the success rate of the operation will be. I suggest setting up a special medical team now to conduct special research and focus on treatment. At the same time, we need to introduce some more advanced equipment." Dr. Tono After a pause, "Besides, I have no way to perform this operation. If I can invite authority in this area, the success rate of the operation will be higher."

"Do you have any recommendations for candidates?" Atobe asked.

Dr. Tono hesitated for a moment: "The introduction of doctors from other hospitals must first obtain the consent of the director..."

"You don't have to worry about this." Atobe turned and walked towards the door, "I will take care of everything."

Dr. Tono pursed his lips and looked at his leaving back, and sighed deeply.

"It's a pity..." Dr. Tono stamped the medical record, "Even if the operation is successful, the child will never be able to stand on the court."

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The afternoon sun shone warmly on people's bodies, as if there was heat spreading from the bottom of their hearts.

Yukimura leaned on the pillow, holding a plate of fruit that Atobe had peeled in his hand, and looked at Atobe who was reading a foreign novel with a smile.

Although many people say that French is the most romantic and beautiful language in the world.But when Atobe gently recited Goethe's poems with his deep magnetic voice, Yukimura felt that there was nothing more beautiful than this.

He leaned gently against the head of the bed.

The sunlight playfully stayed on his hair and fingertips, creating an ambiguous light and shadow.

Atobe's fingers stroked the somewhat rough pages, and the heavy original document lay quietly in his hand.When he said: "I love you so much, my blood boils, you give me courage, joy, and youth. Make me sing new songs and dance lightly. May you love me forever and be happy forever." It seems that even the wind outside the window is still.

The tranquility of this room only serves to exaggerate his presence.

His low voice kissed Yukimura's ears like the wind, secretly happy.

The years are quiet and good, I only hope that time will stay in this moment forever.

The author has something to say: Hurry up and praise Tiantian, this chapter is so sensational!

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