Net King Returns to the First Generation

At the main election meeting on Friday, 111, Liu's request for a physical examination on Sunday was not opposed. Sanada and Yukimura believed that this was probably Liu's request to avoid such incidents as Kirihara. occur.

The new round of main selection has ended, and the seniors of the third grade quit the club before the start of the second semester as before. Therefore, the list of eight main candidates at this time happens to be the list that lost to Qingxue in the previous life.

Of course, it is also Li Haida's strongest eight-man list.

And in the quasi-election, there are several Kirihara's fellow students who are optimistic after a year of observation: Igarashizawa, who has a stable personality and is very suitable for the next deputy minister, and whose technical level is somewhat similar to Kuwahara; Takasuke Ichimonji, who has made great progress in the past year and has fully demonstrated his potential, and Rito Kishitani, who can cooperate well with others and does not have too many technical flaws.

Next year, once the current batch of future third-year junior high school students who are currently in the main election position graduate, there will be seven main election seats vacant in Lihai University.Therefore, further observation and training of biennials are also planned.

In this way, a more in-depth physical examination is also necessary.

It happened to be the time to change the training menu, and the basic template left by the coach of the university department was changed beyond recognition after several changes by Liu.It is also necessary to adjust the menu according to each person's physical condition.

However, Yukimura, who thought it was just an ordinary medical examination, received a big bomb.

——Actually, a few days ago, he went to a hospital in Kanagawa when he felt unwell, and the doctor told him that such symptoms are still relatively ambiguous. It may be just a common epidemic virus infection, or it may be the immunity caused by the virus Systemic disease, you need to go to the hospital for further examination in a few days.He dismissed the question with disapproval, but...

Yukimura looked at the results on the checklist, and listened to the doctor's instructions and suggestions. He calmed down and stuffed the report into his bag, and put on the same expression as before.

"How is it, Jingshi?" Liu Xinxia, ​​who happened to be standing outside the door and heard a few words, had doubts, and remembered what King Ren had said before when he proposed, and couldn't help but wonder if King Ren had discovered something...

Yukimura smiled and shook his head: "Of course it's fine."

Is it really okay?

Liu didn't ask much, but just took this matter to heart.

Which is more important, tennis or life?

Just choose drugs to control, there is a half chance that the condition will worsen and lead to paralysis; if you are hospitalized for surgery, there is only a 30.00% success rate...

"This is really the case, you actually hit it." Ren Zu met with King Ni after the incident, "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know," Nioh said.

"...You haven't thought about what to do?" Renzu couldn't help pushing the light mirror flat, "Hey, hey, it's a little more reliable once in a while."

"This kind of thing is not the person involved, what is said is 'stand up and talk without back pain'? The final decision is still for Yukimura to make. I can't decide his life for him." He can only try... zoom in After the consequences of his illness, he tried his best to persuade Yukimura to accept further treatment and surgery earlier.

In the previous life, Yukimura was not forced to be admitted to the hospital for treatment until December, so that he missed the best time for treatment.

This time...even a few days earlier?Will the result be better?

Which is more important, tennis or life?

Such questions, Nioh will answer life.

For Yukimura, tennis is far more important than life.

The condition could not be hidden for a few days.

This was the case in the previous life, from the end of the incubation period to the full outbreak of the disease, it was only two short weeks.

But this time, I already have a burden in my heart, no matter what I do, I will unknowingly care about the occasional uncontrollable body, and excessive force in order to prove that I can actually increase the burden on the body.

The result of physical and mental exhaustion is...

"Yukimura?!" Sanada's frightened voice came, when Nioh and Yagyu were walking together to discuss the coordination of doubles. When he looked up, he saw Sanada and Liuyu standing on both sides of Yukimura. Yukimura's shoulder.

And that purple-blue head was leaning on Sanada's shoulder, from the rear angle, only Yukimura's pale face and closed eyes could be seen.

Nioh, who had already experienced this scene, experienced such a scene again after 20 years, and his heart still stopped for a moment.

It was like the moment a certain belief collapsed, and the whole world was silent for a second.

"Yukimura?! What's wrong with him?" Marui, who ran from further behind to the front, had an indescribably ugly expression, and Kuwahara, who ran with him, had a layer of sweat on his dark forehead.When Kirihara came around, his face was blank, but Nio turned his head and happened to meet his partner's opaque and reflective glasses.He saw himself in the mirror who couldn't hide his panic.

"Yukimura?! Yukimura!" Sanada called again, but got no response.

He looked up and saw his teammates gathered around, and couldn't help frowning.

"Go to the hospital." Liu said bluntly, "Hurry up, I'll go and hail a taxi."

"Lianji?" Sanada was a little puzzled.

"In the last physical examination, Yukimura concealed part of the examination results. I have tried to collect this part of his data for the past few days, but there is no accurate conclusion yet." Liu Zhi stood up, "I only know that it is a very serious illness. "

"In any case, let's talk about it in the hospital."

Sanada bit her lower lip and nodded emphatically.

The emergency department of the hospital is very efficient.Suffering from temporary muscle paralysis and temporary shock, Liu picked up Yukimura's schoolbag during the first aid in the emergency room.

At this time, he didn't care about etiquette. When he opened his schoolbag, he glanced at Sanada. The most rigid person had no intention of objecting at all.

Sure enough, at the bottom of the mezzanine, I found Sunday's inspection report. It was a thick stack, and I could see the creases left on the paper from frequent flipping over the past few days.Liu quickly turned to the pages of immunity check.

"...what is acute radiculitis?"

"Acute radiculitis?" Yagyu pushed his glasses, "Wait, if you ask that, you mean Yukimura...?"

Liu sighed.

He turned the report upside down, with the medical certificate and recommendations for hospitalization in black and white.

"Is it a serious illness?" Sanada asked.

"It's very troublesome. If you choose drugs to control, there is a half chance that the condition will worsen and lead to paralysis; if you are hospitalized for surgery, the success rate is only 30.00%. At present, there is no better medical treatment at home and abroad. If you choose physiotherapy, the course of treatment It will be very long and strenuous exercise is prohibited during the treatment..." Yagyu paused, "For Yukimura, it is the difference between a reprieve and a death sentence."

Everyone was silent.

Among the people present, no one could match Yukimura's dedication to tennis.

Such a gentle person, who is firm and strong because of tennis, has become the backing of more than 100 people in the entire club. He devotes himself to tennis and loves everything about tennis.

What would happen to such a person if he couldn't play tennis anymore?

No one dared to think so.

It happened that the doctor came out of the emergency room and pulled off his mask.He nodded to the gathered Lihai people: "The patient is out of danger. He still needs to be hospitalized for one night. Also, is the patient suffering from radiculitis?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The doctor waved his hand when he saw that everyone was at a loss for words: "Don't be so nervous. At present, the patient has clinical symptoms of classic acute radiculitis, which can be controlled with drugs. But, the patient is an athlete, right? If it is an athlete, drugs Control can easily cause damage to motor nerves. The longer it is delayed, the worse it will be. If possible, it is better to be admitted to the hospital as soon as possible to arrange physical therapy and prepare for surgery.”

There were other patients in the emergency department, and the doctor hurried away after speaking.

Everyone in Lihai was silent for a while, and finally it was Liu Xian who said, "Now, what shall we do?"

"Do you want to persuade Yukimura to undergo surgery?" The success rate of 30.00% and 50.00% seem to be higher in the latter, but the after-effects and sequelae are unpredictable.From the teammate's point of view, there is really no way to say "Do you want to undergo surgery?" If you don't say it, you will really die...

However, if the medicine cannot control the condition, surgery will be performed in the end, right?

By then, the success rate was not even ten percent.

Such multiple-choice questions are too difficult for this group of teenagers who are only 13 years old.

"Hey, it doesn't make any sense for us to discuss here." In the end, Nioh pulled his braids and said, "The most important thing is what Yukimura thinks, isn't it? Besides, in front of Yukimura, there are people who can persuade ……there's a few?"

"King Ren!"

"Also, you have to inform Yukimura's family about being hospitalized, right? You have to discuss with your family whether you want to have surgery." King Ni frowned slightly.

"Yes, you reminded me. I still have to call Yukimura's family." Liu sighed wearily.

In the end, several people left the hospital after Yukimura's parents arrived after hearing the news.

Persuading Yukimura to get treatment is a tug of war.

Yes, the rest of the tennis team more or less agreed that surgery should be done.

From the perspective of bystanders, it is difficult for them to understand what it is like to have the so-called "surgical success rate is only 30.00%".However, the impact of Yukimura's illness has been reflected in all aspects: intermittent muscle loss of control, unable to hold a racket or a pen; when walking halfway and suddenly paralyzed, it is easy to fall to the ground even if it is only for a moment; He is already receiving drug control, but the situation is not optimistic. Yukimura has more and more attacks, from just occasional hand tremors throughout the day, to the situation where the racket often falls off or is unable to run on the training ground.This evolution is only in a few days.

The quarrel broke out on the sixth day after Yukimura passed out and was discharged from the hospital, insisting on participating in club work.

Sanada threw his hat on the table in the dressing room of the company office: "Yukimura! We can't drag it on any longer!"

"What are you talking about, Sanada?" Yukimura said with a faint smile.

"Don't you know what I'm talking about?! Today's job, you have dropped your racket three times, haven't you?! The last jog almost fell!" Sanada frowned deeply, "Don't make fun of your body Yukimura !"

"Who would make fun of his own body?" Yukimura's smile was completely suppressed, "I can insist!"

"No need! The drug control situation is not ideal, isn't it? Why not undergo surgery?" Sanada took two steps forward.

"Surgery?! During the three-month preparation period before the operation, strenuous exercise is not allowed during the physical therapy process; the success rate of the operation is only 30.00%; there is also a two-month rehabilitation period after the operation, and there is a certain chance that the muscles will not be able to recover after rehabilitation. Completely healthy." Yukimura also took two steps forward, raised his head slightly and looked straight into Sanada's eyes, "You ask me why I didn't undergo surgery?"

"Are you scared?" Sanada asked.

"Can't I be afraid?" Yukimura gritted his molars hard, "I might die on the operating table!"

"But Jingshi, don't accept surgery, according to this trend, you..." Liu couldn't continue.It may be more cruel than death if it is possible to be paralyzed.

"I know, but it might get better after a while?" Yukimura couldn't help laughing bitterly, "I said that I would lead the tennis club to win the national championship three times in a row! At least... at least let me last until then Bar?"

Until then?

eight months?

Sanada said in a deep voice: "Xingcun, don't be self-willed! Eight months, you can't afford it!"

"Why can't it work?!"

"We have read your medical certificate! The best period for diagnosis and treatment is only one month. After that time, there will be more time for physical therapy and recuperation! The success rate of surgery will be lower! The success rate of recovery will be even lower! Yukimura... ...It can be delayed in a few days!"

"I know I know! Will I not know my own medical certificate?!"

"Do you know you're still so capricious?!"

"Sanada, your courage is really getting bigger and bigger! But whether it is treated or not, this is my own body! Does it have anything to do with you?!"

Yukimura, who was in a rage for a moment, said such words.He glanced at his teammates who saw him and Sanada arguing and were silent, and said with a sneer, "You don't understand anything at all!"

He threw his coat on the table, strode to the door, opened the door of the dressing room, slammed it shut and left.

That last sentence was too hurtful and desolate, even Sanada, who was facing Yukimura's anger, couldn't help showing a bewildered expression for a moment.

"What should we do now?

"Let him be alone?" Marui hesitated, "Are we pushing too hard?"

"Let him go out alone..." Would it be dangerous?

Nioh stood up from the corner.He picked up the coat Yukimura threw on the table: "I'll go find him."

After speaking, he opened the locker room door and ran away.

Sanada was worried about letting King Ni go to Yukimura alone, but he couldn't figure out why Yukimura was angry and afraid.After all, it is impossible to personally experience Yukimura's pain.He himself knew this, and he didn't know how to talk to Yukimura any more.

Liu sighed: "Let King Ren go, maybe he will find a way."

After all, it was Nioh who first discovered Yukimura's physical problems.

The sentence that came out of his mouth seemed to be a casual lie, but it was clearly proved to be the truth.He should have teased a few words that maybe Sanada has bipolar disorder and Marui has diabetes, but the atmosphere is too heavy and the mood can't be high, so he can only swallow all these emotions in his stomach.

Nioh who chased after him found Yukimura without much effort.

Yukimura, who didn't have time to say a few words and was just walking, wasn't far away from the office.

He noticed that King Ren was chasing after him, but he didn't even turn around to say hello, and walked forward on his own.Nioh also took his coat and followed him.

The two walked up to the flower room at the end platform on the second floor of the school's laboratory building one after the other.

The flower and plant house that was once used as the material of ghost stories by Yukimura did have a slightly eerie atmosphere in the dark sky after the work.The rustling sound of flowers and plants rubbing branches and leaves in the breeze, and the dim street lamp at the door of the corridor, which cannot illuminate the entire flower and plant house.

It was already dark, cloudless weather, the light is not very dark.

Yukimura stepped over the neatly arranged flower pots, and put his hands on the school's dusty chest-length handrails.

The night wind blew his hair.

King Ren stepped forward and put his coat on his shoulders: "Don't catch a cold anymore."

"I'm sick anyway," Yukimura said.

Only at this time would he remember that Yukimura was actually the youngest of the seven of them.Although he is a minister and has always been active in the tennis club with a domineering and ghostly image, but in the final analysis, this is also a gentle boy who loves flowers and plants.

Boys who are still in adolescence and rebellion are more stable and willful on weekdays.

It was rare for this purple-blue haired boy not to raise the corners of his lips, but complained in a flat, low voice: "Don't you even give me a moment to calm down? You don't understand anything at all."

Don't understand anything?

Indeed, if you have not experienced that kind of pain, you are not qualified to make irresponsible remarks.

Nioh walked over and stood side by side with Yukimura: "I just don't understand, I'm waiting for you to talk. Try to rely on us occasionally."

"Hmph." Yukimura snorted softly.

He was silent for a while: "Hey, Nioh, can you imagine? It's like not being able to see the future. With these hands, I can't hold a racket, I can't hold a paintbrush, I can't hold hope, I can't hold anything. I will change What will it look like? What will happen to me if I die?"

"Why are you so pessimistic. There is nothing you can't hold on to." King Ren said.

"But now, I feel like I can't hold on to anything." Yukimura said with a wry smile, "I understand what you're saying, and I also know that I should undergo surgery. It's good for me and you. But... Scared."

"I can't play ball, what is it like? I don't dare to think about it at all. So I want to seize this little bit of time that I can still hold the racket. I hate the way you look at me, like some kind of porcelain doll, Wanting to prove that you can do it seems self-defeating?" Yukimura sighed, "Success rate is too annoying."

In the end, he himself didn't know what he was afraid of.Was it the fear of dying on the operating table?Or are you afraid that even if you have surgery, you won't be able to recover from the surgery, and you won't be able to run on the tennis court again?Still afraid that the last stage of life will be spent in the hospital?

What I am most afraid of is the future of not being able to continue playing tennis.

I can't even imagine what my life would be like without tennis.

In the dark night, Yukimura unscrupulously let himself be sad. Anyway, the light in the corridor behind him was not enough to illuminate him. He could only see the outline of King Ni when he turned his head. Naturally, the other party couldn't see what kind of expression he had on his face.

King Ren can imagine.

Yukimura who panicked alone at night countless times in previous lives, and Yukimura who witnessed hysteria on the roof of the hospital, and Yukimura who felt lost after being slapped by Sanada, and Yukimura who was unwilling to go to the United States for further treatment even after surgery In the end, it was Yukimura who took up the paintbrush after retiring from the national team and completely leaving the world of tennis...

The pictures that have been seen and have not been seen are connected together through imagination.

"I know a little bit about not being able to play," he said.

"Huh?" Yukimura turned around in surprise.

King Ni stretched out his left hand. In the night, there was a little bit of bright white light on the edge of the self-luminous fingers of the human body. This pair of slender hands with distinct phalanges, and the slender wrist because of the skeleton...

"I can't hold the beat, my wrist can't move flexibly, even if I make a fist, I can't feel the pain that nails sink into the palm of my hand. There is no difference on the surface, but it feels like the whole hand is gone. I can't lift it up, I can't hold it. Things, I can't even move my fingers, and I don't feel anything." King Ni said calmly.He recalled the week of recuperation after the game between U17 and Atobe in his previous life.

How important tennis is, you really won't know until you can't play tennis.

"Is it your left hand...? When did it happen?" Yukimura blinked.

"It was a long time ago. When I couldn't play with my right hand. For a while, I felt that my tennis had come to an end like this, and it was impossible to play anymore." So even my teammates were cautiously absent. He talked about the game in front of him, but also avoided talking about his left hand injury.

He didn't have such a good temper as Yukimura, he was totally moody during that time, okay?Looking back now, I feel that the teammates who can bear their temper for no reason are really...the most considerate group of people.

"But, your left hand doesn't seem to be a problem at all?" Yukimura asked doubtfully.

"Because the treatment was timely, the recovery period and rehabilitation period were successfully passed after the training, and there were no sequelae." Nioh withdrew his left hand, "So, Yukimura, you must have the best idea at all times. Success Rate or something, if you believe that you can fully recover, you can."

"God, you can hear our voices."

A few seconds of silence.

"So in the end you came to persuade me to undergo surgery." Yukimura couldn't help but continued to complain, "You still said 'God can hear our voice', why didn't I know you are religious, Nioh?"

Nioh shrugged: "Well, but at least you won't be as stupid as Sanada, poking your sore spot directly?"

"Yeah, yeah, you exposed your own scars." Yukimura approached Nioh, trying hard to distinguish Nioh's expression in the dark, "Hey, how do you feel when you can't play tennis?"

"That's right, I feel like I can't play tennis." Nioh looked up at the sky, "Pfft. Yukimura, I don't like tennis as much as you do."

A lot of things have passed, and they will never come back. He misses the feeling of fighting for a goal 20 years ago, but he can't do it again.He also finds this kind of self very annoying, but he still wants to stay in the position of the first choice anyway, and walk through this period of time full of sour tears and joyful fruits with these cherished companions.

Yukimura didn't find any clues from Nioh's expression, so he had to back away.

"Yeah, so, you still don't understand anything." It was still the same sentence, but it was strange that there was no previous resentment in it.

"Yes, we don't understand, only you understand." Nioh nodded, "but time is the most unbearable thing. Yukimura, you are the 'son of God', since you have always wanted to remove the 'son of' , then more or less show the face of 'God'? 'God' will not panic."

"God is still omnipotent." Yukimura gave Nioh a blank look.

He let out a long breath: "Really. I know, I know, I don't need you to persuade me over and over again. I won't think about it for too long. The best treatment period of one month... I know what it means."

"Go back, it's late." He turned around and walked towards the door first.

Behind him, King Ni couldn't help holding the pigtail again.