Atobe Keigo keenly sensed something was wrong and quickly spoke to comfort him, "Keimitsu, calm down."

Hearing the familiar voice, Atobe Keimitsu's originally irritable mood suddenly calmed down.

He suddenly realized that this was not Africa, not an epidemic area.

He is back, alive and safe.

The boy glanced at his brother who was walking towards him, putting his hand on his shoulder, half hugging him, and shaking his head slightly.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath, collect your mind, calm down, and stop losing your temper.

"Listen, listen. We will listen."

Fuji Shusuke asked hurriedly: "I'm sorry, Jingguang, what do you think Tezuka should do?"

You seem to care about him?

Atobe Kagemitsu glanced at the polite and pleasant Fuji boy and said, "First, do not put any pressure on your left arm for three months, not even once, including during your daily tennis practice. Apart from your normal life, do not do any extra left arm training."

There are still more than seven months left before the national competition. The two-month winter vacation is perfect time to use it to recuperate my arms.

"Second, if you want to recover sooner, come to me for acupuncture and follow-up every two weeks. I guarantee you will be cured in three months. Now is the early stage, acupuncture can cure it. If it is in the later stage, you may need surgery, and postoperative rehabilitation is also necessary. It takes more effort and time, and there is a very high possibility of sequelae."

Atobe Kagemitsu dared to make such an assertion because he had never heard of a doctor in Japan who could perform this kind of surgery without leaving any sequelae!

He glanced at the thoughtful and cold boy, and then saw him looking at the racket in his hand hesitantly.

What else is there that I don't understand?

"Kagemitsu?"

Facing the implicit reminder from his brother who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, he rolled his eyes and said:

"If he wants to play tennis, I suggest he use his right hand. He can play with his right hand anyway, right?"

I chose to keep my left hand still for three months to heal my arm.

Or will my left hand be injured and disabled in the future? Do I still need to choose?

Tezuka Kunimitsu still had that calm expression on his face, but his slightly rapid breathing and clenched left hand showed that he was also restless in his heart.

Even so, the brown-haired boy still thanked them politely: "Thank you, Atobe-kun, Kagemitsu-kun."

Fuji Shusuke also smiled again: "I will take good care of him, don't worry Jingguang."

Atobe Kagemitsu glanced at him: When did I allow you to call me by my name? We are not familiar with each other, right?

besides,

"Why should I be so relieved? He is not related to me. I am just reminding him out of my professional responsibility and friendship instinct."

"I'd like to make it clear in advance that I'm not being soft-hearted. This is purely out of professional instinct!!"

He muttered in dissatisfaction, "Whether you listen or not is up to you, just like the one at Rikkai University."

Fuji Shusuke stroked his hair with amusement and said, "Yes, yes, yes."

"Wait? Rikkai University?"

After Fuji Shusuke and Tezuka Kunimitsu reacted, they were both stunned for a moment: Rikkai University?

Isn’t that the newly crowned national tournament champion school that successfully snatched championship status from Hyotei this year?

What happened to them?

Fuji Shusuke asked curiously: "Who is Rikkai University? Why don't they believe you?"

Are you still holding a grudge?

Atobe Kagemitsu recalled the purple-haired boy: "That was the director, his name was Yukimura Seiichi. After the first grade competition, I reminded him once because we had met a few times before, but they didn't believe me."

You actually questioned my medical skills!

snort!

The boy's face didn't show his age, but as expected, he still revealed a hint of depression and pettiness.

"They are very strong. Yukimura Seiichi even defeated all the regular players of the tennis club head-on some time ago."