The Adventures of Ten Generations Rabbit

In the room shrouded in darkness, the light leaking from the window made the vision hazy. The young man seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, and he moved his hands and feet when he woke up, as if he was getting rid of the shackles that had been bound to him until today.

Just as he made a slight noise, the boy sitting beside him put up one leg and leaned over, eyes that had adapted to the darkness could barely see the outline of the boy.

He lowered his volume, and pushed the boy's shoulder, who hadn't woken up, with his tone of impatience.

"Hey, Marta, wake up quickly."

The blond-haired boy seemed to be frightened. He exhausted all his strength to finally open his eyes. What he saw was a dark room. He heard someone calling himself, but he didn't see anyone.

"Who, who is talking?"

Aomine Daiki felt the veins on his forehead twitching, and managed to suppress the roar that had reached his mouth, thinking that this kid was still in the mood to make fun of his skin color when the situation was unknown.

"Are you sleepy, kid?" Aomine Daiki stepped aside a little so that the light blocked by him behind him could reflect into the eyes of the blond boy.

"Qing," the blond boy thought for a while, feeling dizzy, and finally remembered this friend who was introduced to him by Hei Zizhe, and he called out in a hoarse voice, "Qingfeng-kun."

"... Jun?" Aomine Daiki didn't expect that Marta, who had always been defiant, would actually use honorifics to address himself one day. Maybe he really broke his head after the two of them were kidnapped.

"Hey, don't think that if you speak to me in honorific language, I will forgive you."

When Marta knew the danger and had received orders from his superiors to tell them to evacuate, he abruptly broke into the stronghold that was still in an unknown situation. No matter how dissatisfied he was with this kid, he would not let him run around alone. When chasing him and trying to stop him, at a certain moment, his eyes went dark, and then he opened his eyes, and he was in this room where he couldn't even see the things around him clearly.

The blond boy was confused, he could hear the sarcasm in Qingfeng's words, but he didn't understand why he, who had only met him once, would talk to himself like this.

He shook his head, trying to regain his sanity, looked around, and said to Aomine Dahui: "Mr. Aomine, why are we here?"

"You really are—" Qingfeng Dahui just wanted to pick up his collar, and scolded him for how the hell he knew why they were here, when he suddenly paused, as if he had discovered something.

Just as the blond boy was about to say something, Aomine Daiki covered his mouth. "Keep your voice down, someone is coming."

The boy's movements stopped, and he was about to get up, and he sat back slowly again, easing his shortness of breath due to the small movements.

Aomine Daiki was surprised that Marta actually listened to his instructions today and didn't cause him any more trouble. When he returned to the spot and sat down, he glanced at the blond boy. Although he couldn't see it clearly, the picture had already made him The disgusted face engraved in his mind was now calmer than before. He moved his fingers slightly, swallowed the words that were about to overflow, and quietly waited for the person who was about to come in.

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The silver-haired boy hadn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights, and the huge psychological pressure and impatience tortured his will all the time. The medical staff and various medical equipment came back and forth, and he was entrusted by Miss Lily. They dare not slacken the slightest responsibilities, but as time passed, the source of their pressure was not Lily's accusation, but the heavy weight of the prison temple Hayato who had never left behind them. , the heavy gaze on their every movement.

When the attending physician stopped moving, the silver-haired boy's brows were also tightly knit together. The doctor felt cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and the assistant beside him gently wiped it away. The face of the boy next to him was scratched.

Anyone can feel the restlessness of this young man. Since he followed this well-known doctor, it is the first time for the assistant to see such a family member who is inseparable. Although he does not know the relationship between the two people, but In his heart, the only ones who can do this are the family members who value the most.

The attending physician relieved his tension by taking deep breaths. He stayed in the Anderson family to work because of the high financial rewards, and he did not go to the hospital that his doctoral supervisor recommended him to. Even though he knew that the Anderson family had close ties with MAFIA, But for a screw like them who just do their duty and work hard at their posts, those are too far away from them. As long as he does his best to protect the health of the patients, everything will be fine, and the rest of the time is always leisurely. status, so he has always been satisfied with this job.

But during these two days, he clearly realized that if he couldn't treat the comatose boy on the bed well, he might really be unable to leave this ward. The medical equipment and colleagues he was familiar with were very useful. May become his own funeral.

It's not that he puts more pressure on himself, but that he really felt the murderous aura on the young man behind him, as real as a sharp sword that cut across his skin, making him He broke out in a cold sweat.

All he could pray for his own safety was that the boy on the bed would wake up as soon as possible, and that the murderous intent of the people behind him was not aimed at him.

He read the case book and turned a few pages back and forth. He looked calm on the outside, but he was filled with fear and disappointment that only he knew. During the period of two days and two nights, including the examination results of several other authoritative doctors, all of them pointed out that the young man was healthy. If it wasn't for the pale face and the beating frequency of the heart rate was much lower than that of ordinary people, he would not have looked at all. It's just falling asleep, not coma caused by drug injection or internal organ injury.

Just as the doctor was spinning rapidly in his heart, thinking about how to report to Miss Lily for a while, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded beside him, "How is it?"

The doctor froze. He recognized the owner of the voice, but it was because of this that he was nervous. He didn't want this young man to walk quietly, so that he didn't even have time to make a draft.

Already struggling and hopeless, he intends to tell the truth.

In just a few minutes of his report, he kept observing the boy's expression, and noticed that apart from worry, fatigue, and more things he didn't dare to think about, there was no killing intent, so he licked the boy's face. Lips, and continued, in order to make his conclusion sound less unreliable, he added another guarantee.

"In less than five days, he will definitely wake up. At that time, we will conduct a detailed physical examination to see how his body is different from when he was in a coma."

He didn't dare to talk for ten days, fearing that the young man would lose patience and insisted on shortening the time, so he talked for five days, planning to get out of the ward soon and contact his senior brother to see if he could get advice from them.

Hayato Gakuji did not lose his temper or vent his anger as he thought. Although he was frowning, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he was going to shoot the gun soon, but his unexpected attitude was not bad.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Please do your best." The long time without water made his vocal cords hoarse, but the doctor in front of him could hear the respect in his words, and he didn't know if it was because he was Tired and confused, I felt a trace of prayer.

When the doctor left the ward with his team, he took a conscious look at the silver-haired boy who had been leaning against him for the past two days. With an abnormally pale face, he turned around and walked towards the person on the hospital bed step by step, but stopped a step away from him, and the closed door separated the doctor's last sight.

Gokuji Hayato came to the bedside, looked at the boy's unconscious face, felt his weak breathing, only felt that his heart was clenched by a hand, and it was getting harder and harder until he could hardly breathe.

If it wasn't for his own negligence, how could Judaimu have such a humiliating experience? If he had been following Judaimu, he would have risked his life and would never let those dirty and disgusting people touch him. Judaime one finger.

He didn't know what happened to Judaimu. Since the last brief contact, he never took the initiative to contact Judaimu, nor did he deliberately ask about Judaimu's current situation from others.

He wants to know too much, from how the study and life of the Judai purpose is going, to whether the breakfast of the Judai purpose is good enough, there are too many things he wants to know about the Judai purpose, but However, it was hard for him to speak anymore, obviously as long as he had the courage to ask more, Judaimu would take the trouble to tell the things one by one as before, but because of the secret emotion in his heart and the self-blame that almost hurt Judaimu , he could no longer ask the question like before.

He no longer had the courage to accept the rewards that were like gifts in the past.

He looked at the boy's face, and his clenched fists trembled slightly. In his heart, he had already lost the qualification to be the right-hand man of Judai. Now, isn't he even qualified to protect Judai...

I don't know how much time has passed. The silver-haired boy finally mustered up the courage to take the last step. Looking down at the boy's face from the side, the soft hair slid down his cheeks, covering his expression. His body slowly descended until he knelt down on one knee. He didn't think he was qualified to look down on Judaimu, and he hoped to get closer to Judaimu.

When everyone receded, he finally had the opportunity to stare at the boy carefully. The boy's chest was rising and falling weakly. The silver chain seemed to have been hidden deep in his clothes. His white sleeves were neatly rolled up, revealing The half of his arm was densely covered with blue needles, and the prison temple didn't know what happened to the young man to be so embarrassed. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. People were burned to ashes.

He slowly stretched out his hand and put his palm on the boy's arm. On the day he came back with the boy in his arms, his heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness. Only now did he finally touch the boy again, and the cold temperature came from his palm.He looked at the young man's face and body suddenly, obviously he had traced the outline in his mind countless times, but at this moment it gave him a different feeling.He moved closer, wanting to take a closer look. He didn't even miss the boy's earlobe. His eyes swept across the boy's skin inch by inch. It was obviously the same as the one he remembered, but he always felt that something was missing.

Could it be that she lost weight?No, he denied this idea. When he hugged Judaimu, he dared to feel that Judaimu's weight was absolutely the same as when he graduated from high school. Change does not cause a big change in the sensory appearance of a person to others.

He looked at it carefully, even though his thoughts were wandering, he didn't look away.His fingers slowly touched the position of the needle's eye, which seemed to bring a little pain. The young man also uttered a raving in his dream. Although the voice was weak, he still called the Prison Temple's attention.

He secretly scolded himself for being careless, he didn't even think of putting the boy's arm under the quilt, nor did he think of adding moisture to Judaime's pale lips.

He gently held the boy's arm, and put it into the warm quilt. Although it was a very simple movement, he paused for some reason.He glanced at his hand with an unclear expression, thinking that maybe he couldn't control his strength because he was too tired, and accidentally squeezed the needle hole to bleed, and it took him a long time to realize that he should wipe it off.

He casually pulled the medical cotton on the cabinet, and wiped off the blood on the boy's arm. He thought he would blame himself and feel distressed, but he didn't want any disturbance in his heart.

He pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, thinking that maybe he really should take a break, but it was the first time he hurt Judaime with such clumsy hands, he didn't know how to reflect in his heart, and he didn't feel guilty, he just felt that he was so sleepy Confused.

He slowed down his movements for a while before he remembered to pour water, but the moment he got up, his eyes were dark, he staggered, he hurriedly supported the metal pole at the head of the bed, and it took him a while to slow down.

His body was about to reach its limit, he knew that he was going to be unable to hold on, even his mind was muddled and he didn't know what to write, but he still refused to close his eyes for a moment, for fear that he might neglect Judaime somewhere and hold on. Ken leaves.

When Lily came over, what she saw was the straight-looking Gudera Hayato carefully taking up the water with a cotton swab, and then carefully and gently moistening the unconscious teenager's lips little by little.

For some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, but she still walked forward thoughtfully, trying to persuade him to rest.

It seemed that Hayato hadn't noticed her coming. Seeing that the boy's lips regained some luster, he put down the water glass and covered the boy's quilt more tightly.

And just when Lily was about to speak, she suddenly saw a figure fall down. She caught it in a panic, but was carried by his weight and sat on the ground together. She saw that her cheeks were already flushed abnormally. The silver-haired boy tried to wake him up, but failed, and she was unwilling to put the boy on the cold floor tiles, so she could only move her body with difficulty to the bedside, stretched out her hand and rang the medical bell.

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