"But let me make it clear first. I can guarantee my results, but if you can't follow my requirements, then you'd better not look for me."

Atobe Kagemitsu looked at Yukimura Seiichi, who was smiling hypocritically in front of him, and directly and sharply exposed his disguise and indifference: "If you say one thing in front of me and another behind my back, then I'll make it clear in advance, don't blame me for not treating you."

Yukimura Seiichi was stunned for a moment, then put away his smile. At this moment, the aura of Rikkai University's "Son of God" was undoubtedly revealed.

He questioned in a deep voice: "If I do as you say, will I be cured?"

"Heh... There has never been a doctor in this world who dares to say that he can completely cure a patient before surgery. I've told you that if you do as I say, your chance is at least 85%. If you still insist on your own opinion, then it's up to you."

Atobe Kagemitsu stood up.

"It seems that there is a problem with your communication. I'm sorry, but I have to take my leave first."

The young man nodded politely to Liu and said goodbye, then prepared to leave.

Genichirō Sanada frowned and looked at Yukimura: "Seichi!"

"etc!"

Yanagi Renji, who was standing on Jingguang's right, quickly grabbed Jingguang's hand and said anxiously, "Wait a moment."

He turned to look at Yukimura Seiichi with disapproval on his face: "Seiichi..."

Yukimura Seiichi on the bed put away his momentum and said, "Sorry, I just wanted to test it..."

Atobe Kagemitsu turned his head indifferently, looked at him and said without hesitation: "It's normal. Doctors and patients have always made two-way choices. That's it. Goodbye, Yukimura-kun."

"Wait, wait, wait, the minister didn't say he wouldn't treat you? Why did you leave?"

Marui Bunta hurriedly blocked the way.

The other people from Rikkai University also blocked the way out, watching Jingguang's every move quietly but vigilantly.

I was afraid that he would run away.

Although they don't know why Yanagi and Sanada both think that Atobe Kagemitsu can cure the minister's illness, they believe in the choices of those two people.

There was no way they were going to treat the minister's illness as a joke.

In the Rikkai University team, a kelp-haired boy took several steps back and blocked the door of the ward with his body. He then stared at Jingguang stubbornly, not blinking even though his eyes were sore.

Jingguang: “…”

Atobe Kagemitsu looked at these worried boys and explained,

"Because, physical illness is easy to cure, but mental illness is hard to cure."

He looked at everyone seriously and calmly, "He doesn't trust me at all, and he can't do what I ask. If that's the case, why waste each other's time?"

"No, no, no, I believe it, right, Minister?" Marui Bunta shook his head and looked at Yukimura Seiichi.

Yanagi Renji understood the crux of the problem. He looked at Yukimura and said in an awkward manner, "Seichi, you..." Still don't believe it?

Yukimura Seiichi shook his head: "I'm sorry, Atobe-kun, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just..."

"I just can't believe such a low success rate. I don't know if I can hold on. I don't know if I can continue to play tennis."

Atobe Kagemitsu turned around, looked down at Yukimura Seiichi lying on the hospital bed, and finished the rest of his words for him.

"In my eyes, your uneasiness, doubt, hesitation, and resistance are all clearly reflected!"

From those little movements and micro-expressions!

"Since I dare to say this, I dare to guarantee you that as long as you can strictly follow my requirements, the success rate of the operation is 85%. When the time comes, as long as your operation is successful, I promise to recover you to a perfect state! I can guarantee it with my own reputation."

Looking at Yukimura Seiichi who lowered his eyes and fell silent, Jingguang turned and walked away: "Of course, if you still don't believe it, then ask for someone else's help."

"No, no, you can't leave unless you promise to cure our minister."

The black-haired boy with kelp-like hair stood at the door of the ward, stubbornly refusing to move away. He stared at Atobe Keimitsu with a stubborn look on his face.

Marui Bunta looked serious, and blocked the kelp-haired boy with one hand, "I'm sorry, although it's very rude, but I also ask you to help us, help the minister."

The others also bowed, "Atobe-kun, please."