Chapter 104 Counterattack
Click——
The office door opened, and the only sound in the quiet, empty office was the sound of Dr. Suzuki's footsteps. As the door closed behind him, the only light in the room was the desk lamp and the red light flickering in the lower right corner of the computer monitor. Then, remembering the half-written article, he hurried over to swipe the mouse.
Fortunately, the document is still there...
Dr. Suzuki breathed a sigh of relief, saved the document, and then pressed the power button. He took off his glasses, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose to relax. Only then did he realize that the muscles in his face, which had always been deliberately serious, were overly tense.
It wasn't his turn today, but he was simply writing a research article and had a good flow, so he didn't want to interrupt, so he stayed in the office hoping to continue his work in peace. Unfortunately, even if the clamor of the hospital's emergency department didn't reach Dr. Suzuki's office, a kind colleague called and asked him to go take a look.
"Dr. Suzuki, please come to the emergency room. Look who's been sent here."
There was a hint of gossip in Nurse Ono's voice on the phone, which made Dr. Suzuki a little unhappy. He frowned and was about to say that he was busy, but the name she said next made him stand up from his seat.
"It's Ms. Suginohara, Hanyu's girlfriend, Ms. Suginohara."
The last time we met, I was accompanying Yuzuru Hanyu for a follow-up checkup.
I remember meeting her then. Suginohara Raku's jawline was soft, her complexion rosy, and her greeting was graceful and elegant. Just like in 2017, even as she stood beside Yuzuru Hanyu and listened to his diagnosis, the concern and nervousness in her eyes remained the same. Dr. Suzuki couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't noticed the partiality in her eyes back then.
But even if I knew, what would it matter? She was still as charming and hard to control as she was back then.
Dr. Suzuki was a well-known young talent in the hospital, his talent matched his arrogance. He believed in his professional ability and his own vision. Because of this, whenever he heard her name in the news or in the office gossip, he would snort contemptuously and walk away.
But now, this person who was like the white moonlight in his heart was lying quietly on the hospital bed. Fortunately, his steady breathing rhythm and slightly trembling eyelashes allowed him to instantly judge her condition.
"Ms. Suginohara, I'm Suzuki." He leaned over and told her his name, and the movement of her eyes under her eyelids did not escape his observation. But those eyes still did not open, and he did not show any disappointment.
After all, there were quite a few people in the corridor just now, and he had seen it when he came here just now.
"She should be fine. The back of her head hit the steps, but the examination shows no problems. Let's observe her after she wakes up. I think she is asleep." Dr. Yamanaka wrote on the diagnosis report board while synchronizing the information with Dr. Suzuki.
"Hmm, probably very tired." He glanced at the reclining figure again. His jaw was sharper than the last time they met, but his complexion was still good. It seemed that despite the hard work, he was still trying hard to stay healthy.
As the two were talking, there was a sudden noise outside the ward.
"This is a hospital. What are you all doing here?" Doctor Suzuki frowned and walked out. "So many patients need to rest. Why are you making such a fuss? Those who are not sick, get out."
His voice was quiet, but his solemn growl silenced the assembled crowd for a moment. A hand took the opportunity to push aside a person blocking the road, allowing Dr. Suzuki to see Yuzuru Hanyu, who was blocked behind him.
This old acquaintance didn't have the usual smile on his face. His occasional childish temper was gone from his serious, stern face. He glanced coldly at the people before him, saying nothing like a patient, silent leopard as he headed to the ward through the passage Hasegawa had cleared for him.
"Mr. Hanyu, I'm sorry." Someone spoke first and stopped Yuzuru Hanyu.
He didn't turn around, but just glanced at him, as if waiting for the other party to say the next sentence, which was obviously left unsaid.
"We didn't realize we'd hurt Miss Suginohara today. If you could answer our questions, we wouldn't..." The man hadn't finished his words when he was startled by the look Hanyu Yuzuru turned around and glanced at him. The coldness in his narrow eyes was gone; it was like a blue flame of anger turning into a sharp blade and stabbing at him.
"This isn't the place for an interview," Dr. Suzuki interrupted the man, saving his life. At the doctors' instruction, the security guards cleared out the perpetrators of the farce, and peace returned to the hospital.
When Dr. Suzuki returned to the ward, he saw Yuzuru Hanyu sitting beside the bed, holding Suginohara's hand. His fingers repeatedly stroked the bandages on her wrist, his eyes slightly red. Suginohara's side was hidden by a curtain, but judging by Yuzuru Hanyu's appearance, she must have woken up.
"I'm fine, don't worry..." Sure enough, I heard her voice.
"Suginohara is indeed fine. I've asked and done all the head examinations, and he's fine. Just stay in the hospital for observation tonight." Dr. Suzuki went over and patted Yuzuru Hanyu on the shoulder.
"Well, thank you, Dr. Suzuki." He sniffed and looked up at the doctor. "Just now, thank you, doctor."
"Forget it, I saved a life. Otherwise, if you really tore him to pieces, I'd be busy again." He patted Hanyu Yuzuru's shoulder again, "Then you guys chat, I'm leaving now."
The ward door slowly closed behind him. Suginohara happily recounted to Hanyu Yuzuru how he had fainted, when he had woken up, and when he had pretended to be asleep. His voice faded once the door closed completely. Finally, Dr. Suzuki could return to his office and leave work.
But this is really an infuriating experience, in every sense of the word! Dr. Suzuki thought, tugged at his tie unhappily, took off his white coat and left the office.
"So I'm really fine, don't worry." In the ward, Le lay on the bed, tilting her head to comfort Yuzuru Hanyu. She wanted to sit up, but he stopped her. Now she couldn't wipe his tears...
She hadn't been able to help but open her eyes the moment she heard the name "Hanyu" in the conversation outside the ward. She watched him walk into the ward with anger, and the moment their eyes met, his frown trembled and relaxed, tears welling in his eyes. She expected him to rush over and hug her, even raising her arms slightly, though lifting her sprained arm was a bit of a struggle.
Yuzuru Hanyu didn't come over. He just stood at the foot of her bed with his fists clenched, trying hard to hold back his tears.
"Yuzuru..." She called him softly, and he slowly moved towards her as if awakening from a dream, sitting down next to her. His hand, which had been scraped on the steps, was bandaged, and the thin gauze made her hand a little stiff. She touched him with the back of her hand, and he grasped it in his palm with a knowing look.
"Thank you..." he murmured, and tears fell on her hand, wetting the gauze.
"What?"
"Thank you for being okay..." Ever since Hasegawa had told him what had happened, he felt like his breathing was almost stopping. No matter how fast his heartbeat went, the blood seemed to be unable to flow smoothly through his veins. His fingers were cold. Even now, when he touched her fingers, he could feel their warmth.
Feel that Le is fine and is doing well in front of him.
"I'm fine, but Hejiu...how's he?" Before she fell, she saw him rushing over to grab her, but he was half a step too late. She hadn't heard Hejiu's voice since she woke up, so she hoped he wasn't injured too.
"You still have the mind to care about others now." Yuzuru Hanyu was almost laughing because of her.
"The performance is coming soon..." she whispered, "Why do I always get injured before important performances... I don't know why this time..."
"Okay!" He interrupted her frustrated words, "I won't let anyone disturb you again. Just focus on adjusting your state and rehearsing well. I'll be with you. This time, it's my turn to watch over you."
Yuzuru Hanyu's words were firm, and it would have been even better if there were no tears on his face that he hadn't wiped away in time.
No, if that were the case, she'd probably be the one crying. Le thought quietly to himself, enduring the pain from the bruised muscles in his back and shoulders, raising his hands and opening his arms. This time, he finally opened his arms and embraced her, without a moment's hesitation.
The night grew deeper, and staring at the ward's ceiling for so long still left her feeling a bit tired. Yuzuru Hanyu stayed by her side, preventing her from getting up, and she drifted off to sleep again. However, even with the glaring white light replaced by the warm yellow of a desk lamp, the distinct smell of the ward and the far-from-comfortable bed made it difficult for her to fall into a deep sleep.
Sleep lightly and dream many times.
She seemed to have returned to a past night. The familiar house seemed to be her former home in Finland, but it wasn't her room. Sitting at the desk in the guest room, Yuzuru Hanyu was writing intently, looking even thinner than he is now.
It's the him of the past.
"Are you writing in your diary again? Why did you tear up so much?" She picked up the crumpled paper ball in surprise, but before she could open it, Yuzuru Hanyu snatched it away.
"Don't look."
"Why?" she asked puzzled.
"These are all my bad emotions. Write them down and tear them up. Just consider it over." As he said this, he crumpled the paper ball even tighter, as if he was angry.
The sound of paper rubbing against each other, rustling, rustling...
Le slowly awoke from her dream of memories. She opened her eyes to the same dizzying ceiling. But Yuzuru Hanyu was no longer sitting by her bed. He was writing his notes for the day on the small desk beside her.
Tear——
The sound of paper tearing was particularly clear in the quiet ward.
[These are my bad emotions, write them down and tear them up.]
The words in the dream are still echoing clearly in my mind.
He must be really unhappy today. He tore off a lot of note papers, crumpled them into balls and threw them on the table.
Looking at his silhouette lying on the table, Le couldn't sleep anymore and simply got up from the bed.
"I've torn up so much today, this notebook is almost empty..." She said as she went over to take a crumpled piece of paper and unfolded it in her hands. This time he didn't stop her. On the wrinkled paper was his handwriting, which was deeply written.
"It's been like this since the teens, lies, delusions, and things said by people I've never met are being reported. It's really interesting. ……"
"I'm very angry." He didn't look up, staring at the pen in his hand. "These people are talking nonsense. We always thought that if we didn't respond and ignored them, one day everything would calm down. We are who we are, and someone will know the truth. But how long do we have to endure this hurt?" He raised his head and looked at her, his eyes red with anger or grievance. "I don't want them to hurt you anymore, but I can't think of the best solution."
"What do you mean you can't hurt me? Is it okay to hurt you? That's not allowed either..." She pinched the back of his neck distressedly, "It's normal to not think of the optimal solution. Even Superman can't stop others from doing evil..."
He took her hand, looked at the gauze and the scar on the palm of her hand that had already faded, and suddenly made a decision.
"Then I won't tolerate it," he firmly took the piece of paper from her hand and spread it out on the table. "We can't stop anyone, but why should we keep being punching bags and endure it? I can fight back too!"
I took out my phone and took a picture of the table.
That evening, both mainstream and gossip media in Japan suddenly had to work overtime. Before the news about Suginohara Raku being hospitalized after being harassed by a weekly magazine reporter had even made it to press, Yuzuru Hanyu's social media, which had always been solely for official promotion, suddenly came alive.
Yuzuru Hanyu official_staff: I'm truly shocked by the fabrication of this article based on horrific "delusions," "imaginations," and "lies." But it's fascinating to see such sensationalism used to brazenly hurt people. Even if I win the lawsuit, it won't be of much use, so I won't file.
Yuzuru Hanyu official_Staff official: Sorry, that's what I, Yuzuru Hanyu, said.
There is also a forwarded reply under the two messages.
[Raku_Suginohara: I will file a lawsuit for disrupting public order.]
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