[Internet King Doujin] Returning Genius Shusuke

"We did a CT scan for him. There is a small amount of congestion in the brain that is pressing on the optic nerve. The blood clot is very close to the nerve. If you perform an operation rashly, it will hurt you. The only treatment is to wait for the blood clot to dissipate slowly."

Accompanying Fuji to the hospital, he asked the doctor, "When will we leave?"

"The blood clot was caused by an old injury that was hit by a ball before. Normally, it will dissipate within 1-2 months. After the patient regained his sight, he did not rest fully, but played high-intensity tennis games. Now it seems that there are signs of intermittent recurrence. The above patients are highly stressed, over-stressed, and stagnant, and according to the current situation, they may develop into permanent blindness."

Not reconciled, Yukimura confirmed with the doctor again: "Doctor, what do you mean, he can no longer see and play tennis again?"

"Blood clots are physical trauma, and emotions are psychological obstacles. If the blood clots dissipate and the vision is not restored, I suggest that the patient be given psychological counseling. He may suffer from too much shock and cause psychogenic blindness. No matter what, for now, He is not suitable for playing tennis. I heard that the patient is a very talented tennis player. Not being able to see it must have dealt a heavy blow to him. Please persuade him to let him put down the tennis temporarily and rest at ease without putting too much pressure on himself. He is still young, the most important thing is to take good care of his body."

A chill quickly crept into the hearts of Hitomi and Yukimura, and the two looked at each other, hesitating to speak.Afraid of affecting Fuji's emotions, Yukimura sent Liu and others into the corridor. They were immersed in the thunderbolt just now, and the atmosphere was very dignified. Everyone could predict how the genius who lost his eyes and love would be devastated. , In pain, despite what happened to Yukimura, they still can't learn to tactfully comfort those who are mercilessly favored by bad luck.This is always the work of genius.The helpless people had no choice but to entrust this important task to Yukimura who had a similar experience.

The spring breeze revives, bright and fresh, and the rows of cherry blossom trees planted by the Kanagawa University Affiliated Hospital are in full bloom during the flowering season. The sea of ​​pink flowers is looking forward to a romantic encounter.

On the sickbed, the slightly hunched young man leaned against the head of the bed, smelling the light fragrance from Xu Feng and poking his head toward the window, drawing in his mind the hauntingly beautiful scenery outside the window, so as to forget the doctor's advice in his ears.

White gauze wraps two sea blue pearls layer by layer. The suppressed maroon hair is playfully jumping at the ends. The young man is bathed in the warm sun on a sunny day. His white skin is crystal clear, as if shrouded in a layer of white gauze. In the faint light, it is like living in a painting illusoryly.The smiling face of the young man was the same as before, coldly as if a kind of self-mockery.

As soon as Yukimura pushed the door, he couldn't bear to destroy the picture that perfectly blended desolation and beauty. He sat gently on the edge of the bed, facing each other sideways. He was about to speak, but the words came to his mouth and felt inappropriate, so he swallowed them. This challenge is for the Son of God is too difficult.After brewing for a long time, he slowly said, "Zhou Zhu, lie down and rest for a while."

Fuji asked in the same tone as usual: "Jingshi, are the cherry blossoms blooming outside?"

The trees are full of cherry blossoms, the buds are just sprouting, the flower buds are falling at a speed of 5 centimeters per second, the moment of youth, the cycle of life and death, when will the days as simple as flowers come?Yukimura had no time to appreciate the dazzling sea of ​​cherry blossoms, so he casually replied: "It's open."

"It must be beautiful. Help me thank Liu Sheng's relatives. The ward he chose is very suitable for me."

"Ah."

"What's the matter, Jingshi? Are you worried about me? Don't worry, I'm fine."

Yukimura put his index finger against the corner of Fuji's mouth, and made a fingerprint with force: "Zhou Zhu, don't laugh if you don't want to, you are uglier than crying now."

Fu Er rubbed the corners of his pressed mouth, with vague melancholy: "Really?" He raised his head and showed a bright smile: "I'm really fine, maybe I have a hunch, I will accept it soon."

Mr. Liu said that he was very similar to Fuji, and indeed he had the same tenacity that he could face everything with a calm smile. Yukimura sighed: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. It's very useless to comfort others with this expression." Convincing. The doctor didn't say anything to death, and there is still a possibility of recovery, Zhou Zhu, take a vacation and rest at home."

"Well, that's the only way." Fuji agreed, and after a while: "I'm sorry, I can't complete the sixth consecutive championship with you."

Yukimura's face froze and his heart shook. The saddest thing for Fujisuke was not such a trivial matter as the six consecutive championships, but the loss of the talent he was proud of. The gap between him and Atobe would become deeper and deeper. If they still Together, Buer will become the fool he hates the most, who lives a comfortable life without knowing the wind and rain!

Others do not understand, he understands.

"I hope that in the world, maybe you have recovered and returned to the team before the sixth consecutive championship is completed. Isn't it the same for me?"

"Too."

"Zhou Zhu, I understand how you feel right now. You used your story to wake me up during the National Competition, and now I will do the same and tell you my story. When I was in my second year of junior high school, the doctor told me that my condition was very serious and I could not I continued to play, and I instantly felt abandoned by the world. I once complained about the injustice of the world, and I was jealous of healthy people. I wondered if it would be better to die if I was cured but couldn’t play tennis. I thought about many unbearable endings by myself. Either life would be worse than death, or even the idea of ​​breaking up with Sanada, but you eliminated them all. You quietly stayed by my side, telling me one trivial thing after another, pulling me back from the abyss of isolation and helplessness. In ordinary days, I believe that miracles will happen. Zhou Zhu, you saved me and brought me to the ideal ending. I am very grateful to you. With my case before me, I believe you know how to adapt yourself to the current situation. However, what I want to say more is, Zhou Zhu, don't push yourself to a dead end."

"Mr. Liu said that our personalities are very similar, but our playing styles are completely opposite. Facing the same abyss of death, I am most afraid of losing tennis, but you, on the contrary, are most afraid of losing Atobu. You can see everything clearly, why can't you see clearly? What about yourself? You are excellent, without eyes, without tennis, you can still be the former Fujisuke. You will not change, and Atobe will not change."

Buer maintained a posture and listened quietly. After a long time, he smiled slightly: "Thank you, Jingshi."

固执的人一通毛病——藏起伤口不显露，躲在暗处自个舔舐，改变他有两种方式，给他时间或揍他一顿。Yukimura patted Fuji on the shoulder, sighed and walked out of the ward.

There was a burst of howling in the corridor, and the passers-by couldn't help but stop, looked at it curiously for a few seconds, then shook their heads and walked away, probably thinking that a relative had passed away and the family was crying.

One of the protagonists of Ghost Cries and Wolf Howl, Kirihara who skipped class after receiving a text message from Liu, slammed his fist on the wall once or twice until the skin was scratched and bled, and blamed himself extremely: "It's all my fault, if it wasn't for me too Weak, Fuji-senpai will not be hit by the ball, let alone be invisible, damn it!"

He ran up to Sanada and shouted loudly, "Deputy Minister Sanada, please punish me with an iron fist."

Sanada immediately punched Kirihara hard, and roared: "Akaya, shut up, now is not the time for you to mess around."

Liu helped Qieyuan up, pulled him away from the low air pressure, took out a tissue to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and comforted him: "Chiye, don't blame yourself too much, no one wants such a thing to happen, calm down first, don't make too much noise I heard that he needs rest."

Kirihara grabbed Liu's clothes, resisted howling loudly, and asked with a choked voice: "Senior Liu, are Fuji-senpai's eyes really going to die? Fuji-senpai's tennis skills are so good, it's definitely worse than death if you don't see it. Blame me, if it wasn't for saving me... I should be the one who can't see!... By the way, I can give Fuji-senpai my eyes!"

Liu patted Kirihara's head, and told him helplessly, "Fuer didn't hurt his eyes, and it won't help if you give it to him."

Hearing this, Kirihara buried himself in Liu's shoulder and neck and wept bitterly, but he didn't dare to make a loud noise, so he bit his lips tightly tightly, and a whining sound came out of his throat. Liu had no choice but to take Kirihara to the end of the corridor and let him cry loudly. .

Crying is a group emotion, and Kirihara's crying broke the last string and spread it to others.

Marui was crying, and wanted to find a shoulder to lean on. Left to see Nioh shaking his body on Yagyu's shoulder, right to see Hidori and Mori leaning against the wall side by side with their heads bowed without saying a word. Sanada's face smelled terrible when he was alone. The aura of not being close to others was generated, and Marui became more and more sad and squatted in the corner alone, crying loudly. When he was sad, he didn't even owe a hug!

Even Yukimura, who has always been unhappy, couldn't hide his sadness when he saw such a scene.

As soon as Fuji's family rushed over, the back foot appeared.Unexpected, reasonable.

Yukimura crossed his chest and asked, "Where's Atobe?"

Ren Zuzu unbuttoned his chest, wiped his sweat, and was out of breath: "I was detained in England by his father, let me come and help first." He looked into the ward and asked, "How is Buer?" ?”

Yukimura shook his head, the frequency of shaking his head today is almost the sum of the past: "Like a normal person, he keeps everything in his heart and doesn't say anything. If there is anyone in the world who can make him speak, I'm afraid it's only Atobe."

"Ann, Atobe will definitely come back. Don't underestimate the power of love! Others may not believe you if you tell it. The national husband, Atobe Jingwu, is a devoted wife and slave who is desperate for love. That's why he was dumped." Isn't it?" Shinobu blinked at Yukimura.

When Yukimura heard this, he raised his eyebrows and eyes, and there was a cunning similar to Fuji's on his face: "Thanks for your reminder, I suddenly had an idea." Yukimura leaned over and whispered a few words in Renzu's ear, and the latter patted his chest to assure: "Small idea , guarantee to complete the task~”