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Consulting room.

Fujimoto pressed Sakurai hard on the hospital bed, clasped his wrist tightly with both hands, and stared awe-inspiringly at the angry pupils of the other party.

"Go away!" The back molars were clenched, Sakurai looked at the expressionless face so close at hand, for some reason, his heart seemed to be severely torn by sharp claws.

In the next second, before Fujimoto could react, he let out a roar, and pushed the tall body away with all his strength.

Seeing the other party staggering to the side, Sakurai immediately half propped up his body and quickly rubbed towards the head of the bed, his silver hair was disheveled, and the corners of his lips trembled: "Get away!"

The fierce undercurrent is still attacking the chest.

Sakurai couldn't tell what it was.

All he knew was—he didn't want to see that face that disturbed all his sanity now.

Fujimoto stabilized his body at the end of the bed, raised his eyes to look at Sakurai who seemed to be shrunk to the side of the bed, his face slipped a touch of unprecedented gloom.

Hanging his head and gasping for air, Sakurai stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, biting his teeth in pain, feeling that his thoughts were about to be torn apart by the splitting mood.

However, just as the two were in a stalemate, there was a sudden "squeak" sound of the door opening in the consulting room.

Slowly leading Dr. Morita into the door, the chatting and laughing between Chiba and the other party stopped abruptly after feeling the freezing atmosphere in the room.

The two looked awkwardly at the two figures in disheveled clothes on the hospital bed in the room, their faces stiffened with astonishment.

Staring at Fujimoto with a gloomy expression, Qianye stretched out her hands dryly and tugged at the neckline, uncomfortably steadying her voice: "That...what the hell is going on?..."

"..." Hearing Qianye's question, Fujita just sat by the bed with a expressionless face, his eyes stern.

"Uh...Mr. Chiba? Is Mr. Fujimoto going to see a doctor today?" Morita looked at the two people in the room who were obviously not in the right mood, and rubbed his hands together in embarrassment, pursing his lips and smiling shyly.

"Huh? Oh, no." Shaking his head, Chiba's eyes fell on Sakurai who was curled up on the bedside, frowning, "It's for—"

"Do not bother me!"

However, before Chiba could finish her sentence, Sakurai looked up excitedly on the bed, staring at Dr. Morita with hostility.

After a while, not intending to wait for the other party's response, Sakurai Fei slumped off the edge of the bed, stared at the door anxiously, and quickly tried to escape.

However, he staggered and swayed for two steps, but his arms were once again bound tightly by a force.

In the next second, before Sakurai could react, the force savagely pulled him back onto the edge of the bed.

The moment his cheek was buried in the mattress, Sakurai suddenly felt an unprecedented shame ravaging his face.

At this moment, he was pressed face down on the bed in a humiliating posture.

"Doctor Morita, I'm sorry."

A cold order came from above his head.

Heart skipping a beat, Sakurai clenched his fists.

"Fujimoto Tetsuya! You bastard! Let me go!"

The voice was muffled by the futon, Sakurai gritted his teeth.

However, just as he was about to vent out the pent-up anger in his heart, he felt a cold sensation on his legs.

After being dazed for a moment, he realized that someone had lifted his trouser legs to examine something carefully.

Subconsciously gasped because of the cold fingertips, Sakurai gasped as he struggled sideways: "Didn't you hear me telling you to let go?!"

"Mr. Fujimoto, has this kid had a leg injury before?"

However, completely ignoring Sakurai's protest, Dr. Morita turned his head to look at Fujimoto next to him with a serious expression, narrowing his narrow eyes.

"Hmm." Noticing Morita's hazy complexion, Fujimoto frowned.

"Have you had any strenuous activities recently?"

Morita looked into Fujimoto's dark eyes solemnly, and took out a simple record book from his white coat.

Hearing this, Jing silently looked down at Sakurai who was still struggling beside him, and Fujimoto said lightly, "Play ball."

"Play ball?"

"Yeah. He plays basketball."

Listening to Fujimoto's simple statement, Morita was stunned.

After a while, he shook his head with a complicated face, and looked down at Sakurai who was swaying on the mattress: "It's too messy." Stretching out his hand to add a few notes to the record book, Morita sighed, "If there is someone In other words, the situation is much worse than before." After a pause, he frowned, "Has he exercised too much recently?"

Listening to the doctor's emotional voice, Fujimoto's handsome face flashed an imperceptible bleakness again.

The figure of Sakurai dunking on the basketball court over and over again with a painful face on that rainy night came into his mind, and Fujimoto suddenly felt his heart sink into the sea of ​​ice.

Closing his eyes, he gritted his teeth slightly.

At that time, this kid should be stopped.

However, at that time, seeing this kid look downcast for that blue-haired kid, I really couldn't describe my mood with bad words.

After a while, subconsciously, he loosened the palm that was holding Sakurai's body, a deep gap was drawn between his brows, and Ling Ran said, "Kay, I'll say it again, don't play basketball anymore."

"..." At some point, the struggle stopped, Sakurai lay face down on the bed without a word, her palms clenched the sheets slightly.

Looking at the trembling shoulders of the other party, Fujimoto frowned, and his heart was once again infected with an undercurrent.

"Don't torment yourself like this in the future, you know?"

Bowing, he reached out to cover the opponent's shoulder.

However, as soon as the fingertips touched the body of the person on the bed, the silent person turned around abruptly, and opened his wide palm vigorously.

Hearing the loud "pop", Fujimoto frowned and withdrew his palm, feeling the burning pain for a moment, speechless.

Glittering flashes gradually accumulated in the golden pupils, Sakurai smiled wryly and turned back to stare at Fujimoto's face ravaged by gray, trying to calm down the intermittent voice, gritted his teeth: "Now... why are you here to care about me?... Taking a long breath, his eyes gradually filled with bloodshot eyes, his lips trembled, and he suppressed a low growl, "If you have the ability, you ignore me like you ignored my mother two years ago!"

"..."

Hearing this, his heart sank violently, and Fujimoto's face was stained with an uncontrollable bitterness.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and Sakurai frantically wiped them away.

Seeing the slight moisture in his palm, he covered his forehead with one hand in frustration, covered half of his face and squeezed between his teeth: "Fujimoto Tetsuya, you are really capable!" His chest was turbulent, and Sakurai closed his eyes fiercely. , let the unstoppable tears rage down from his cheeks, "I really admire you!"

Standing up from the edge of the bed staggeringly, he stretched out his arms to his lips, desperately suppressing the intermittent sobs.

"Yes. After all, that's not your mother, why should I blame you, right?" With a sneer, Sakurai's golden eyes were filled with painful sarcasm, "I'm so shameless, I couldn't save her at the scene. What asked you to save her, did you?"

Chiba and Morita next to him seemed astonished by the sudden turn of events, and kept silent beside them.

"Yeah, who are you? Why do you ask you to do this kind of thing for my mother?" Sakurai continued to vent his pain uncontrollably, and Sakurai let his tears sweep away all his reason, "Isn't it just that there is nothing to do with you?" What are you supposed to do to save the life of someone who is related to you?"

After finishing speaking, he turned and rubbed against the edge of the door.

Chiba and Morita wanted to reach out to stop the other party from leaving, but they were roughly blocked by Sakurai's movements.

Before entering the corridor, Sakurai slowly stopped.

With his back to Fujimoto, he took a long breath, raised his head and closed his eyes.

"Fujimoto Tetsuya, I hope you won't pester me again." He tilted his head slightly, and cast a cold glance at Fujimoto over his shoulder, "Even if you had no obligation to save my mother back then, as a living person, I can't possibly forgive you."

Lowering his head again, his voice was indifferent: "It's impossible in this life."

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