Chapter 21 Surgery
The midsummer sun shone through the glass windows of the corridor onto the white walls. A nurse in a pink and white work uniform pushed a cart full of medicine bottles past.
Several familiar figures flashed quickly in front of the swaying camera, and then Yuan Qianye's voice appeared before her face.
"April, we're now in the final match of the preliminaries against Rokkaku Junior High School. The match between Taocheng and Aron just ended. Guess who won in the end?"
"I guess it's Taocheng."
Feng Jian was wearing headphones and sitting in the corridor filled with disinfectant.
"Congratulations, beautiful girl, you answered correctly. Your reward is a portion of Kawamura sushi tonight."
Yuan's cheerful voice dispelled the dullness in the corridor.
"Hey Yuan, did you record my handsome figure?"
The background sound was very noisy, and Taocheng's dissatisfied voice came through the screen.
"Taocheng, I'm talking to April, don't interrupt."
"Yuan is hogging the camera all by herself, that's too much, Senior, and you don't even bother to do anything about it... Ouch—Yuan, you violent woman, you actually stepped on my foot!"
"You're not allowed to talk nonsense!"
After teaching Taocheng a lesson, Yuan Qianye's bright face reappeared in front of the camera, "April, are you in the hospital? By the way, has Sister Ling's surgery started?"
"Yeah, just went in."
"Ah... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm disturbing you at such a tense time. Then you just accompany Sister Ling well, and I will definitely be able to take care of the rest." She waved at her with a confident look.
"I'm counting on you, Chiba."
"It's nothing, that's all, bye."
"Bye-Bye."
After hanging up the phone, Fengjian held the phone in his hand for a long time without moving.
After a few brief seconds, she turned her head with a stiff neck. The three big red words "In Surgery" in front of her almost burned her eyes. The smell of disinfectant rushed into her nose. Thinking of the failed surgery in her previous life, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands, and she could hardly breathe.
She folded her arms and lowered her head. When she opened her eyes again, she noticed a dark shadow at her feet. She turned her head and saw a purple color in front of her eyes.
Yukimura stood motionless by the window with her iris-purple bangs falling on her temples. When he saw that she had noticed him, his crescent-shaped eyebrows relaxed, like the sunshine after the snow.
"Sorry, I asked the nurse about the time of the surgery and guessed you would be here."
Feng Jian was a little surprised and hurriedly covered his wet eyes, "Don't you have to do rehabilitation training today?"
"The attending doctor had something to do this morning, so the appointment is delayed until this afternoon," Yukimura sat down next to her and glanced at the closed operating room. "Don't let Aunt Reiko see you cry."
Kazama turned his face away, "I'm not crying."
Yukimura ignored him and chuckled softly, "If you want to cry, you only have less than an hour left."
"I told you I wasn't crying..."
"Well, well, I know, I know. The wind and sand are too strong..." A low whimpering sound came to his ears. Yukimura paused, sighed silently, and moved his shoulder a few centimeters closer. "Kazama, you can lean on my shoulder."
"Stop talking so much..."
The corridor was silent, the wind blew up the leaves, and they landed lightly on the windowsill filled with sunlight.
Although he was being stubborn, Feng Jian stared at the dark mark on Yukimura's shoulder and the other party's half-smile, his face solemn, and he decided to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
"Even if you keep staring at it, it won't disappear out of thin air," Yukimura said.
"It's not Fuji-senpai's serve," Kazama lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I, I will help you wash your clothes."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Yukimura smiled.
At this moment, the lights in the operating room suddenly went out, the white door opened, and a doctor in a white coat appeared at the door: "Who is the patient's family member?"
"I am!"
Just as Yukimura looked up, the person in front of him rushed over like an arrow. After hearing what the doctor said, his tense and depressed face was like the sun shining through the clouds after rain.
Just as Kazama was about to share the good news of the successful operation with Yukimura, he turned around and found that the person had left without him knowing.
She walked over and noticed a cherry blossom bookmark left on the chair, with a line of elegant handwriting on the back - the language of cherry blossoms is life and hope.
It was clearly no longer the season for cherry blossoms, but she still seemed to smell the elegant fragrance of the petals. The sunlight outside the window rushed in, carving mottled light and shadow on the bookmark.
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Seigaku won the Kanto tournament preliminaries and finals 3:0. Fuu could feel Gen Chiba's excitement even through the screen. "April, everyone agreed to celebrate at Aaron's sushi restaurant at 5 o'clock. We've reserved a seat for you. Remember to come when you have time."
"good."
The smell of disinfectant in the ward mixed with the scent of lilies on Sister Ling's bedside. Fengjian stared at the medicine slowly dripping from the infusion tube until his phone vibrated and he came back to his senses.
Tezuka's reply was as short as his training instructions: "I wish you a speedy recovery."
Kazama couldn't help but curl her lips. The last message she had sent was "The operation went well" seventeen minutes ago. Glancing at the time, she belatedly realized the time difference between the two places and began typing away on her keyboard. "Sorry, President Tezuka, it's probably still four in the morning in Germany right now."
This time the reply came quickly: "No need to bother, I've already washed up."
Kazama breathed a sigh of relief, his fingertips tapping rapidly on the screen, typing in the good news that Seigaku had made it to the finals of the Kanto Tournament. "Chiba said Momoshiro's smash has gotten much better."
Tezuka: "Thank you for your hard work."
After a pause, another message popped up: "The wristband you gave me is perfect. Thank you."
Fengjian's hand paused on the "Send" button. She had specially added ventilation holes to the wristband according to the rehabilitation manual. At that time, Qianye laughed at her for being "more meticulous than knitting a scarf for Sister Ling."
Although it looks crooked, it seems to be working well.
She lowered her head to type, her eyelids casting a tiny shadow on her face. "So, how's your hand injury healing?"
Tezuka: "It went very smoothly."
Kazama breathed a sigh of relief.
This is the third good news I heard today.
"This is a modified recipe for shoulder injuries. Remember to eat more carrots. Vitamin A is good for tendon repair." She sent the document over with a grinning emoji. But then she thought it was too jarring and tried to withdraw it, but the other person had already replied, "OK."
The conversation ended with "preparing for rehabilitation training". Fengjian turned off the screen and looked up, only to meet a pair of smiling eyes.
Sister Ling woke up at some point, the shadow of the IV tube flickering in the corner of her eye. Her voice was hoarse from just waking up, "It's four in the morning in Germany... Some people can't even think before they lie."
"Sister Ling..." Feng Jian stared at her blankly, his eyes warmed up, and he quickly turned away. When he looked back, she had returned to normal, but her eyes were slightly red. "What are you talking about? You just woke up and you're talking nonsense. I saw that the nurse was heavy-handed when she changed the dressing just now. Do you want me to call her in to have a talk?"
"Why bother? I, your mother, am not such a fragile person." Sister Ling scolded with a smile, and her hand had already hit her head without any hesitation.
"Sister Ling, pay attention to the wound! The wound!"
"It's no problem for your mother to catch you and beat you up a few times," although she said it harshly, but after Fengjian ran away, Sister Ling could only lie on the bed and stare blankly.
"By the way, who was the person you were chatting with just now?" Sister Ling suddenly asked with a mischievous smile, "Could it be the boy I met in the hospital last time?"
Feng Jian's smile froze on his lips. "Sister Ling, you just had surgery, don't think too much, what's the point of chatting with someone?"
Sister Ling said, "Oh!" in a light tone, "You're trying to hide it from your mother. The smile on your lips is the same as when your father was pursuing me. When we were chatting just now, the corners of your mouth were almost split to the sky. Look, you're still smiling now."
Feng Jian subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth, then realized that Sister Ling was cheating on her. She put her hands on her hips in dissatisfaction and said, "Sister Ling, you are such an adult now, is it fun to cheat me every day?"
"Why is it boring? I'm letting you experience the dangers of society in advance... Let's get back to the point. What's the boy like? Is he your boyfriend?"
Feng Jian rolled his eyes in his heart, took a piece of fruit from the fruit bowl and weighed it. He almost choked when he heard her words, and clenched the hand holding the fruit knife tightly, "Sister Ling, we are just friends, friends!"
Sister Ling glanced at her and said, "Just friends."
"Absolutely true."
"I really don't know who you inherited this thick nerve from," Sister Ling shook her head helplessly, lying down again with her back to her, "I'm tired and want to rest. You can go wherever it's cooler."
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