Yukimura's father is a gentle man. He feels a little uneasy, but also a little expectant. He hopes that in his lifetime he will be able to tell him that it was just a false alarm and his son is in good health.

The atmosphere in the doctor's office was somewhat dull, so dull that the Yukimura couple could almost hear the beating of their hearts.

Again and again.

Looking at the somewhat nervous parents in front of him, the doctor sighed silently, and then said very seriously: "It is almost certain now that Yukimura Seiichi has Guillain-Barré syndrome, a rare demyelinating disease of the spinal nerves and peripheral nerves, also known as acute idiopathic polyneuritis or symmetrical polyradiculitis."

For ordinary people, this disease is fine after treatment, but for athletes... it is fatal...

Judging from the kid's appearance, he must really like and aspire to become a professional player...

Eh, what a pity.

"!!!"

The expressions of the Yukimura couple changed drastically. Yukimura's mother's eyes turned red instantly, but she held on and dared not fall down, for fear of missing every word of the doctor.

Yukimura's father asked, "Doctor, what does this mean? This disease..."

"Guillain-Barré syndrome is clinically manifested as progressive ascending symmetrical paralysis, quadriplegia, and varying degrees of sensory impairment. After treatment, most patients can fully recover, but a few severe cases can cause fatal respiratory paralysis and bilateral facial paralysis. However, Yukimura's current condition is in the transition stage from moderate to severe, so the situation is not that bad, but..."

Yukimura's mother covered her mouth and asked intermittently while crying: "So, Dr. Ono, what is the probability of my child being cured?"

Doctor Ono shook his head: "There are not many people in the country who can perform this kind of surgery, and... the cure rate is less than 30%. Fortunately, Yukimura checked it in time. It is now in the middle stage, and the probability of recovery is much higher. If it is delayed for another month or two, I am afraid it will be less than 15%..."

Yukimura Seiichi and Sanada Genichirō, who were eavesdropping outside the door, widened their eyes.

Yukimura Seiichi felt as if struck by lightning. He took a few steps back weakly and curled up on the extremely cold chair outside.

"What should we do, Genichirō? The cure rate is so low..."

Looking at Seiichi who lost his composure, Genichirō Sanada hated himself for being so tongue-tied. He wanted to comfort him but didn't know where to start, so he could only advise him dryly, "Don't let up, Yukimura! If you're sick, we can treat you! Don't worry about the tennis club, Renji and I will take care of it, and when you come back, we'll win the national championship together!"

On the other side, in the hospital corridor, Yanagi Renji had already called Fuji, but learned that Fuji did not have Atobe Keimitsu's contact information, but he had Atobe Keigo's contact information.

After getting the phone number of Minister Hyotei, Liu continued to call Keigo Atobe without stopping.

But, unfortunately, no one answered.

Keigo Atobe was training on the tennis court and did not notice the vibrating ringtone of his cell phone.

That night, Seiichi Yukimura was admitted to the hospital.

"Don't worry, Yukimura. It'll be fine."

Genichirō Sanada comforts Seiichi Yukimura who is sitting on the hospital bed.

Yanagi Renji comforted him, "Yes, Seiichi, don't worry, we will be able to take care of the tennis club. We will all wait for you to recover."

He has always been particular about data, but this was the first time he did not use data to express anything.

Yukimura Seiichi had already calmed down and looked at the two of them with a smile: "Well, I'll leave it to you. It's okay here. Renji, Genichirō, you guys should go back soon. It's getting late. Mom has gone back to get some clothes for me. She will be back soon. Don't worry."

Sanada was a little hesitant and wanted to stay with Yukimura until his aunt came back.

"Okay, then we'll come see you early tomorrow, Jingshi."

Yanagi Renji nodded in response with his usual attitude.

Then, he pulled Genichirō Sanada, who was hesitant to speak, and left with a bit of force.

In the ward, Yukimura Seiichi sat on the bed, tilted his head to look at the sunset outside the window, and gradually put away his smile.

He was stunned for a long time, then slowly lowered his head and buried his face between his arms and quilt, covering his face tightly.

Only the white fingertips and the occasional twitching shoulders revealed something...