Chapter 3 A long night

at the Tokyo University Hospital, Department of Cardiac Surgery.

The red light outside the emergency room was always on, and the color was so bright that it seemed like blood.

Yuuki Terajima sat on a bench at the door, with the cold wall of the hospital behind her. She was wrapped in a black long windbreaker, and the coolness of the long night mixed with the scent of soda water seeped into her skin from her collar.

Hasegawa Shu handed her a cup of warm water. She raised her head and glanced at him lightly, then took it with a sigh: "Thank you for sending me here. It's time for you to go back so late." "

Anyway, Seiichi is also my cousin." Hearing her subtext, Shu smiled bitterly.

"I said that my sister and I have nothing to do with Hasegawa anymore."

"Why do you still care about these things at this time?" He lowered his eyelids, vaguely angry, and sighed, "Putting aside my identity as the young master of Hasegawa, I just want to see Seiichi, okay?"

She was silent for a moment and stopped talking.

So he sat down beside her: "Is Seiji still so weak?"

"He was only seven months old when he was born, and he has a congenital heart disease. How can he be healthy?"

She glanced at him calmly, her eyes calm as water, but he was a little frightened.

The scene of his aunt Nagakawa Gardenia falling in a pool of blood twelve years ago flashed by like lightning.

Terajima Yuki closed her eyelids as if she was extremely tired. The darkness seemed to tear open the cracks in her memory. At that time, the siren of the ambulance tore the eardrums, the pool of blood on the ground was like a death, countless busy white figures and the pale face of the dying woman on the stretcher filled the narrow vision, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

She opened her eyes in shock, straightened up, but in an instant she let out a long breath.

"Yuki?"

Noticing the stiffness of her body, Shu frowned, reached out and touched her hand hidden in the sleeve, which was cold.

"Don't touch me!" She shrank back as if she had been electrocuted, with a warning coldness like ice in her eyes.

"You Ji..." Shu was stunned for a moment, retracted his hand, and bowed his head sadly, "I'm sorry."

He reminded her of those bad memories. Even though he and she were only teenagers fifteen years ago, they watched the previous generation continue to perform ugly dramas of power and money, but they could not change the predetermined ending.

However, because of that ending and the surname he was born with, he was destined to be hated by her. Her cold eyes seemed to be a high wall that strongly repelled his approach.

"Is it useful?" She sneered, and the emotions that she had been trying to suppress were suddenly aroused. "She rolled down the stairs while seven months pregnant, and gave up her life to give birth to the child. Even so, the child has to live in the hospital from birth, and she doesn't know when she will leave. For you, these are just three words of sorry!"

She stood up and looked down at him from a high place. The scattered hair on her forehead still couldn't cover the ice and snow in her eyes.

So he had to stand up, using his height to look down at her, frowned, and licked his dry lips helplessly.

"So you don't even want to see me now, right?" He put his hands in his pockets, his shadow hanging on the wall. "But Youji, I was only a teenager like you at that time, and I didn't know anything. Isn't it unfair for you to treat me like this?"

"There is no such thing as fairness in this world. Since you are the heir of the Hasegawa family, you must bear everything of the family, whether it is glory or sin!"

She sneered clearly, raised her head, and her dark pupils seemed to be full of poison.

"Youji--" He was hurt by the insoluble hatred, stretched out his hand to pull her arm, and the pain in her body made her frown slightly.

"Hua La--"

At this time, the door of the operating room opened wide and the red light went out.

Yuuji Oshita walked out in a light green surgical gown, looked at the man and woman in front of him and was slightly stunned. He reached out to take off the plain glasses on the bridge of his nose, and wiped off the slight mist on it due to sweat.

As if sensing his gaze, Youji Terajima quickly pulled his hand away and cast an inquiring look at the young doctor in front of him.

Dark blue hair, narrow phoenix eyes, and plain glasses without prescription.

Yuushi Oshizuka, the youngest chief surgeon of the Tokyo University Hospital, is also the only son of the Oshizuka family, the largest shareholder of all medical institutions in Kanto. "Although his style is a bit casual, it is undeniable that he is a genius, whether in tennis or medicine." When Tezuka Kunimitsu introduced the youngest chief surgeon of the Tokyo University to her, he once said this. This is probably one of the reasons why he recommended him to be the attending physician of Terajima Seiichi.

"Doctor Oshizuka?"

"Do Miss Terajima know Hasegawa?" Putting his glasses back on his nose, Oshizuka glanced at the other man present with a playful look. The young master of Hasegawa Company and the attorney who was originally in charge of the cooperation case, haha, it was really interesting.

"She is my cousin."

Hasegawa Shu calmly stated the fact, and Yuki glanced at him coldly.

"Doctor Oshima, how is Seiichi?"

The expressions of the two were in full view. Yushi Oshima only raised a playful smile, then restrained himself: "He had an intermittent cardiac shock attack. He has woken up, but he still needs to rest. But his situation is not optimistic. I want to explain it in detail. Do you two want to come together?"

Hasegawa Shu did not come with him after all. A call came from his mobile phone and hurriedly called him away. He could vaguely hear the hysterical screams of the woman on the other end of the phone. 

Terajima Yuki looked at his departing back and sneered slightly. Mrs. Takako and Miss Yumi, the mother and daughter, have not lost their influence in the Hasegawa family, and their bad tempers seem to be increasing day by day. 

Oshima's office is located on the upper floors of the central building. Pulling the blinds, you can have a bird's eye view of the bright night view of Tokyo. 

"Would you like something to drink?" Oshima took out a paper cup, but found that the water in the water dispenser was empty. He smiled apologetically and walked to the desk. 

Yuki smiled indifferently and sat down on the sofa. The morning Yomiuri Shimbun lay lazily beside her. The headline of the Ginza shooting in the financial section was clearly visible. 

Suddenly, she felt a little glaring and frowned and looked away. 

Oshima noticed her gaze, her sexy peach blossom eyes curved, and she pulled the corners of her mouth open and took out the information bag from the drawer: "I heard from the nurse that Miss Terajima doesn't seem to come here often." " 

Sorry, I'm busy recently." The expression on her face stagnated slightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched. 

The relationship between Seiichi Terajima and her cannot be said to be completely indifferent, but compared with other siblings, it seems a bit alienated. The early death of their parents did not seem to make this pair of siblings who depended on each other show too much blood-thicker-than-water closeness. Even Yuki Terajima herself found it incredible. 

Yuushi Oshizuka didn't delve into it. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and handed over the information bag in his hand: "This is the relevant films and diagnostic records. His heart failure has reached a very serious stage. He is now fifteen years old. It is difficult to find a suitable match at this age in China. If an organ transplant is done abroad, it will cost hundreds of millions of dollars for the operation." 

Her fingers wandering between the pages paused, and her knuckles turned a little white. She didn't look up, but deliberately lowered her voice: "Is it... serious enough to require an organ transplant?"

"The left valve myocardium is damaged and dies. If an organ transplant is not performed, I suggest trying the Batista operation to remove part of the necrotic myocardium in the left ventricular free wall, restore the left ventricle to its normal size as much as possible, reduce left ventricular wall tension, reduce myocardial oxygen consumption, enhance myocardial contractility, and improve cardiac function. However--" Oshima paused, "Based on the current domestic level, this operation is quite difficult. It not only requires the doctor's superb medical skills, but also the patient's own perseverance."

"Then, will it be performed by Oshima-kun?"

"Professor Takashi Kishimoto's Batista Team is one of only three teams in the country that can successfully complete this operation independently. With my current qualifications, I am just one of them. If you need it, I will contact Professor Kishimoto tomorrow morning. However, although it is not an organ transplant, the cost of the operation is huge.

A floor lamp poured down milky white light, dizzying a desolate glow.

For a moment, the heart was shrouded in the tranquility that filled the surroundings.

Terajima Yuki smiled bitterly, sorted out the messy materials and stood up: "Then, please help Oshima-kun arrange it. "

I know lawyers' salaries are not low, but is there really no problem, Miss Terajima?" Oshima's dark blue hair fell down, obscuring the playful color in her pupils. Through the cold lenses, one could vaguely see the woman's indifferent and delicate face with a distant expression. "Please don't get me wrong. I mean, if you have any difficulties, don't be too anxious."

"Don't worry about the money." She handed the information back, and her eyes hidden behind her bangs flashed with sharp light marks, which disappeared in a flash. "I will pay the advance fee as soon as possible." 

Oshima Yuushi accurately caught the sharp beam of light, and was slightly stunned in his heart, but he just pulled open the elegant lip line calmly: "I will arrange it as soon as possible. " 

Outside the ward was a thick, impermeable night. The good soundproofing effect of the glass windows blocked the bleak sound of the wind in the distant night sky. Only the crystal liquid in the infusion tube could be heard dripping. 

The fifteen-year-old boy lay on his back on the hospital bed, his dark eyes swept across most of the ceiling with boredom, and stared fixedly into the inky night sky. 

Terajima Yuki pushed the door open with a creak, and her high heels tapped on the ground, making a crisp sound. 

The boy turned around, a look of surprise appeared in his dark eyes. He bit his lip subconsciously, and slowly turned his face away. 

"Why haven't you slept yet? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" She sighed slightly and walked in, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

"No. "Terashima Seiichi just lazily responded and buried his face in the soft pillow. 

The woman wrapped in a black windbreaker watched silently for a long time, and finally looked away. On the desk was a tennis magazine of that month. The spirited young man on the cover looked vaguely familiar. She seemed to have seen him several times in Tezuka Kunimitsu's early photo albums. Echizen Ryoma, the junior he was very optimistic about when he was the Minister of Tennis, is now a new star of the ATP Tennis Association with a remarkable record. 

She herself grew up in Tokyo and had heard about the grand national competition that year. Most of the top figures in the junior high school tennis world at that time have now left the noisy red clay, or some of the best have begun to emerge in the entire competitive society, and the best among them, such as Atobe, Oshitari, etc., have undoubtedly occupied the system with their wealth, background and their own strength. High point. She had played tennis for a few years in junior high school, but she was not interested in it. However, she showed great interest in this noble sport two years ago when Terashima Seiichi's health had not deteriorated. At that time, she had known Tezuka for a long time, so she simply invited this national-level player to come and be a voluntary coach. However, it was later abandoned because Terashima Seiichi's health deteriorated. 

She took the magazine and flipped through it absent-mindedly for a few times, then lost interest. Terashima Yuki knew that her brother was not without attachment to these things. If it were not for considering his deteriorating health, she would not stop Terashima Seiichi from doing all the strenuous exercises in the future. 

But this child may not be without regrets in his heart, right? 

She frowned and put the magazine back to its original place. 

The boy curled up in the quilt beside him moved slightly, and a low and hoarse voice came out. 

"How long can I move?" 

Her fingertips twitched like an electric shock, and her eyebrows became more and more furrowed: "What did you say?" 

"How long can I live! "He repeated, and suddenly sat up, gasping for breath with a pale face, and pointed his finger at the empty bed opposite, "The one opposite was just carried away this morning, I don't know when I will become like that! The doctor said nothing, and you too!" 

"Calm down, Seiji!" She looked at him in astonishment, but still responded quickly, her cold eyes shooting into his eyes, "Look at what you look like now!" 

"I just want to know! I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to be coaxed by you like this all the time!" 

There was Ji Muran. 

Suddenly, the cold fingertips brushed across his cheek, and it was cool. 

"You won't die, Seiji." She said, "I will never allow it." 

"Sister..." 

"Dr. Oshitari will come to give you a comprehensive examination tomorrow, and then discuss the operation, you have to cooperate." She pushed him back onto the bed, "Don't think about anything now, get a good sleep, I will be here with you. " 

When he heard the last sentence, there was a trace of surprise and a hint of joy in the boy's eyes. He was silent for a moment, but he didn't say anything in the end. He just closed his eyes and fell asleep. 

Suddenly, the main light in the ward went out, leaving only a corridor light emitting a dim light. 

Yuushi Oshita leaned against the corner of the wall and retracted his sight from the window. He turned and walked towards the dark corridor. His white coat was blown up by the wind in the corridor. He felt a little cool in the autumn night. The genius of Hyotei at that time only drew a faint arc. 

Seiichi Terajima is the weakness of this woman.