Amethyst Fascination

Sanada finally came to see Yukimura before the Kanto Tournament, and brought all the Tachikai Taisho players.

Sitting on the roof of the inpatient building of Kanai General Hospital, Yukimura enjoyed the warm spring sunshine, looked at his teammates who hadn't seen him for a long time with a smile, and was full of gratitude to Sanada when he saw their radiant faces.

This is the best gift that Sanada gave him. I believe that these days, even if Li Haida does not have him as a minister, everything will go smoothly.

"Minister, minister, when can you return to the team? Can you come back before the Kanto competition?" Crouching in front of Yukimura, Kirihara eagerly looked at his most admired minister.

Looking at Kirihara with a smile on his face, Yukimura knew that all Mashosen's eyes were on him at this moment, because Kirihara asked the question that all of them wanted to know the most.

Rubbing the soft hair with his fingers, Yukimura shook his head with a smile, and replied softly under Kirihara's eyes that suddenly dimmed: "Maybe I can't catch up, but I will try my best."

"Yukimura, how long do you want us to wait?" Taking a step forward, Yagyu Hiroshi could no longer maintain his usual elegant and gentlemanly demeanor, and his eyes were anxious under the clear lens.He didn't want to believe it, and he didn't want to believe it, that Yukimura's illness had become so serious.

Everyone was silent, staring fixedly at Yukimura who was dressed in hospital clothes.In such unbearable silence, Kirihara suddenly jumped up, waving his arms vigorously, as if to shake away the dull atmosphere. "It's okay, it's okay, even if the minister is not here, we will still win the Kanto competition!"

"Hearing what you said, I really can't be happy. As a minister, I can't fight with you." Yukimura lowered his head, letting his blue-purple hair fall to the side of his face, and sighed softly.

Frowning tightly, Fumta Marui rushed to the smiling Kirihara, and pressed his palm heavily on his head. "Brat, what are you talking about! Hurry up and apologize to the minister!" What a bastard, can't he see how sad the minister is because he can't play!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Minister, I didn't mean that!" Apologizing in a fluster under the cold and angry eyes of everyone, Qieyuan could already imagine what a terrible punishment awaited him when he returned to school next time.

Everything seems to be back to the past.Seeing Kirihara's energetic and embarrassing appearance, Yukimura finally couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I'm just kidding you."

"No way! Don't bring such a thing, Minister! I'm scared to death!" Kneeling on the ground as if exhausted, Kirihara complained in a low voice, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.The minister can still joke like this, he should be getting better soon.

Amidst the relieved laughter of the crowd, Yukimura raised his head to look at Sanada, who had been standing upright by the protective net from the beginning to the end, silently, and said softly, "Sanada, I will leave everything to you."

He closed his eyes heavily, and when he opened them again, his deep black eyes were full of unshakable firmness: "Xingmura, you don't have to worry, the important thing is to recover well. We will use our strength to send the winner's pennant in front of you."

"Well, I believe you." With a slight smile in his crystal purple eyes, Yukimura looked around at the confident young faces, and nodded: "Okay, let's go back to training. I have something to say to Sanada .”

"Minister, you can't discuss with the deputy minister how to deal with us! We are all very good!"

"Minister, take good care of your illness and don't worry about us."

After waving goodbye to Yukimura, all the principals left the rooftop, leaving this quiet world to their chief and deputy ministers.

Watching everyone leave, Sanada slowly turned around to face Yukimura, and softly said in his clear eyes: "What do you want to tell me, Yukimura?"

After a moment of silence, Yukimura stared quietly at his numb fingers that were about to lose consciousness, and asked a question that Sanada never thought of: "Seigaku has an extra first-year candidate this year, whose name is Echizen Ryoma, do you know that? "

Just now, when he was rubbing Kirihara's soft hair, a small dark green head appeared in his mind.He remembered that day, when Atobe was ruffling the boy's hair, the expression in the boy's eyes was filled with resentment.The little first-year student dared to provoke the head of the ice emperor when all the main candidates were present. I really don't know whether it is naive or fearless.

Raising his eyebrows in astonishment, Sanada looked at Yukimura with drooping eyebrows, it was hard to imagine that he stayed behind to talk about an insignificant person.In his memory, Yukimura never asked about his opponent, because in his eyes, no matter how many people there are, there is only one name: loser.

"I know. I've heard people mention it since the regional competition. Six months ago, at the age of 12, he won the 16-year-old championship of the West Coast Tennis Championships in the United States. He is Qingxue's trump card."

Even if he doesn't care much about his opponent, Aigaku Sanada will definitely pay attention.There, there was his old enemy Tezuka Kunimitsu.

But why did Yukimura suddenly mention Echizen Ryoma?

"Let Kirihara work hard." The corners of his lips raised slightly, Yukimura got up and looked back at Sanada, knowing that his friend was full of doubts, but he didn't intend to explain: "The doctor should be here by now, I'm going back."

Saying goodbye to Sanada, Yukimura walked down the roof slowly, and was out of breath when he walked back to the ward.His physical condition seemed to be getting worse and worse, and he already felt tired from such a short distance.

Pushing open the door of the ward, looking at Dr. Nagasaki who was already waiting there, Yukimura asked bluntly, "Doctor, when can I be discharged?"

Just now, when he got together with his teammates, not only were they eager for him to return to the team, even he himself was so eager.Li Haida's three-in-a-row battle has no dead ends, and he doesn't want himself to be that dead end.

A trace of regret flashed between his eyebrows, Dr. Nagasaki looked at the handsome and slender young man in front of him kindly, and sighed silently in his heart.Since he was admitted to the hospital, the child has been cooperating with the treatment as much as possible, in order to be able to recover as soon as possible and return to the world that belongs to him.How could Nagasaki, who has seen countless people, fail to see the hesitation and fear in the heart of this always gentle and smiling young man.

But he still has to tell the truth!

"Yukimura-kun, you've been receiving medication for a while, but it hasn't improved much. Believe it, you know it yourself." Looking at the hands tightly grasping the clothes, looking at the trembling fingers, Dr. Nagasaki paused, but still forced himself to continue speaking cruelly: "After consultation with experts, our advice is that you must undergo surgery."

As if grasping the last straw, Yukimura suddenly raised his head and stared at Dr. Nagasaki's gentle eyes. His warm voice was uncontrollably low and hoarse: "Can surgery cure me?"

Staring quietly at the pair of clear and sad purple eyes, he shook his head heavily under his hopeful eyes: "The success rate of the operation is only 30%, and it is not certain that it will cure your disease."

30%?Even if the surgery is successful, it may not necessarily be curable.Listening to the doctor's words, Yukimura leaned back on the hospital bed weakly, staring blankly at the racket quietly placed on the locker at the foot of the bed with his dark purple eyes.

"Please decide as soon as possible whether you agree to the operation. It is best to inform your family and discuss with them." Without saying anything, Dr. Nagasaki got up and left, leaving the room silent.