Chapter 31 Pursuit

Keigo Atobe soon began to clean up the mess of AX Logistics, and incorporated AX, which was on the verge of bankruptcy due to the huge amount of compensation, into his company, and paid huge compensation on its behalf. Faced with various rumors circulating in the community, the president of the Atobe Group did not shy away from the problems within the group: "Someone in the company's senior management abused his power and invested blindly. Although it was not the company's intention, it did indirectly cause serious harm to the employees of Futong Logistics. I personally feel very sorry. Regarding this matter, the board of directors has made relevant disciplinary decisions, and the amount of compensation that AX Logistics is responsible for will also be borne entirely by the Atobe Group..."

Such statements have undoubtedly won various evaluations from the media and the community that "the president of the Atobe chaebol is an open and honest person...", and people also have some sympathy for the Atobe Group involved in the case.

And for Yuichi Atobe, this is just the beginning of a nightmare.

Having lost his position as vice president and his seat on the board of directors, and the shares he held, Yuichi Atobe, who had to use his savings of more than 20 years to pay compensation to Keigo Atobe, soon fell ill due to a sudden myocardial infarction.

What's worse is that Keigo Atobe doesn't intend to let him go. While winning a good reputation for himself, the young heir of the family has not relaxed his suppression of his uncle. On the one hand, he has traced the flow of funds for several major projects, and on the other hand, he has made large-scale personnel adjustments in the management, as if to completely erase the traces of his existence in the group. There are constant media reports that he was suspected of money laundering, and the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Division 1 even came to his door on the grounds of suspected economic crimes. Although it was just a normal interrogation, it was enough to make a warning.

At this juncture when Yuichi Atobe was seriously ill and unable to take care of himself, Hasegawa Company could no longer maintain its shareholding in the University of Tokyo Hospital and had to sell its shares to retail investors. The Oshitari family would not miss this great opportunity and soon regained control of the University of Tokyo Hospital at a recently held board meeting with its strong financial resources.

It seemed that he could no longer withstand the huge impacts. In just a few months, Yuichi Atobe's condition deteriorated rapidly and he was pushed into the emergency room several times. When the hot summer was over, he was rarely awake.

"Looking like this, I'm afraid he won't have much time left."

Coming out of the VIP ward area and walking in the white and desolate corridor, Yuushi Oshita just said lightly, with a lazy voice but not too bright.

"How could it get worse so quickly?" Atobe Keigo frowned. He had just visited his uncle who had fallen on hard times. The former cunning vice president of the consortium seemed to have aged overnight, and his mind and body were rapidly decaying and aging. "I haven't heard that he had any serious illness before." "

Maybe it's just hiding well. Besides, heart disease itself is sudden." Although he was not the attending physician directly in charge, Oshitari Yuushi had a relatively clear understanding of the condition of this somewhat special patient after carefully reading the medical records and clinical diagnosis. "My own nephew is so cruel and wants to kill everyone. No one can bear such a blow, right?" Atobe

snorted coldly.

The two walked through the empty corridor and stopped at the open-air balcony at the corner. It was the beginning of September. The residual heat of midsummer had not yet completely dissipated, and a slight coolness of autumn brushed across the cheeks with the wind.

"Is it irreversible even with surgery?"

"The heart has already failed, and with other complications, the chances of success are extremely small." Oshitari was just stating the facts, lazily lifting his thin lips, "That's good, you don't have to do anything."

"I feel like I'm at a disadvantage for not being able to knock him down head-on." Atobe curled the corners of his lips, turned around and leaned his back against the cold railing.

"It's almost done, after all, we're family, so we should at least give him some face, anyway, you've almost cleaned up the things inside the Atobe Group."

"Stop being hypocritical here, Oshitari." Atobe glanced at him, "You Oshitari family are also adding insult to injury."

So Oshitari Yuushi smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to push the plain glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a pale stream of light passed through the thin resin lenses.

Sparing no efforts to rescue patients, help them get rid of pain and prolong their lives seems to be the duty and mission of doctors. Yuushi Oshizu still vaguely remembers the scene when he was a medical student reciting the Hippocratic Oath. However, when facing the old man in the VIP ward, he could not simply regard him as a pure patient.

At least he avoided being his attending physician, and had no intention of making too many positive attempts on certain things. Perhaps

it was the failed Batista operation that made him angry, or perhaps it was just because Yuushi Oshizu was not a pure doctor. The

dark blue-haired Kansai man in a white coat stood in front of the railing of the rooftop, looking down at the green lawn below and the people in white clothes coming and going, and pulled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery.

"Well, that's true."

Atobe Keigo glanced at him sideways, chuckled, stood up and prepared to go downstairs: "That's it, you doctors can make the decision about my uncle's illness."

He, Atobe Keigo, disdained to do such despicable means, and there was no need for him to do it.

When he raised his head arrogantly, the line of his chin was as sharp as a knife. Obito Yuushi saw it and just smiled knowingly. After a moment, he seemed to remember something and called him: "Wait a minute, Atobe!" "

Huh?"

"I remember that your grandfather died suddenly of a heart attack, right?"

Atobe stopped and turned sideways, his dark gray eyes uncertain: "Why do you mention this suddenly?"

"This is a family history, Atobe." Obito restrained his smile, took a few steps forward, his dark blue hair fell deep into his eyelids, "Uncle also has chronic heart disease, and now your uncle..."

"Obito, what do you want to say?" Atobe Keigo frowned. It was rare to see Obito Yuushi serious, but once the Kansai Wolf became serious, no one knew what would happen.

"I'm just speaking from the perspective of a doctor and a friend. Please take care of your own health when you have time." Oshitari avoided his sharp eyes, lowered his head and adjusted his cold glasses, "I remember that you overused Tannhäuser once in junior high school, and I was the one who sent you to the health room... cough cough——"

Before he could finish his words, he was grabbed by the neck by Atobe, and slammed into the corner of the wall. The elegant genius doctor coughed violently.

"Oshitari Yuushi, I told you long ago that you'd better forget about this matter! Huh?!" The former Ice Emperor threatened him with gritted teeth, not forgetting to add a gorgeous ending tone. After a while, he let go with a snort, glanced at him with dark gray eyes, and his voice returned to his usual elegance, "I appreciate your kindness, and I will take care of it myself."

He straightened the slightly messy collar of his shirt and walked away in the empty corridor.

Hasegawa Shu finally got out of the lawsuit. He played this game with great risk. On the surface, he transferred the huge compensation and risks to the Atobe Group, but in fact, he did not get much advantage. At least on the side of Atobe Yuichi, the big tree he relied on had collapsed.

His mother, Hasegawa Takako, hurried from Kyoto to Tokyo. As soon as she stepped into the threshold of the living room, she was scolded before the tea was served.

"You unfilial son!"

The usually graceful and noble woman threw the white porcelain teacup fiercely at the mahogany floor without any grace, and the sound of clang was crisp and pleasant. Shu lowered his head to look at the broken blue and white porcelain pieces and the mottled carpet that had been stained by the splashed tea. He twitched the corners of his mouth weakly and raised his head.

"Mother?"

"Don't call me mother!" The woman glared at him hatefully, "How could you do such a thing!"

"If we don't do this, Hasegawa Logistics will not be able to be saved." Shu looked at the angry woman in front of him, just lowered his eyelids, and said faintly, "I have no other choice. If I want to keep something, I must give up something."

"But you have to know that he is..." Hasegawa Takako seemed to be extremely angry, and the words came to her lips but were suddenly swallowed back, "You used him as a shield, and now he is disgraced and lying unconscious in the hospital, do you feel at ease?"

Shu fell silent, turned around and looked at the falling leaves outside the window, and did not speak for a long time.

"I'm sorry, mother."

After waiting for a long time, listening to him slowly speaking, Takako was stunned, and fell into the sofa as if she was deflated.

"Two months ago, I attended the inauguration reception for the new chairman of GS Japan Branch. You and father should have heard about it." Shu quietly looked at the gradually sinking dusk outside the window. The light and shadow outlined his thin back into a tall and slender outline. "Uncle Terajima is back, mother."

He did not turn around to look at the disbelief in Hasegawa Takako's eyes. He just calmly stated the facts: "He ordered the withdrawal of GS's original investment in Hasegawa Logistics. You should know what this means."

"I don't know what you did to my aunt's family back then, nor do I know what impact GS's next move will have on Hasegawa, but since I have taken over the affairs of the Hasegawa family, I will take on the challenge."

"But Shu, you have lost his protection, and the Atobe Zaibatsu..."

"Then I will use my own strength." Shu interrupted her, turned around, and stood in the dim light of the living room, his outline sinister, "Even if the opponent is Atobe Keigo, I will spare no effort to defeat him, whether it is his position as the heir or everything he has around him, I will go back and take it back!"

He raised his head, the dim light and shadow lingered on his thin profile, the line of his chin looked surprisingly cold and sharp, Hasegawa Takako sat up straight on the sofa, looking up at her son, and actually felt a chill.

"Shu..."

She called softly, but he just lowered his head slightly, restored his usual calmness, bowed and turned to leave.

At this time, the sky was already a deep navy blue, and the evening breeze blew across his face, lifting the black tie on his chest high.

There was a rustling sound not far away, and he looked in the direction of the sound and saw his sister, Hasegawa Yumi, standing two or three meters away, looking at him timidly, shrinking her shoulders, and hurriedly running to the depths of the corridor.

It seemed that in the past year, his attitude towards her was far less patient than before, and this unruly and domineering sister also had a little more fear of her brother.

Hasegawa Shu smiled bitterly, waved away the inappropriate emotion, took out the phone in his pocket, and flipped out the familiar number: "Is it Secretary Ichikawa? I want to visit the vice president tonight. Please arrange it."

Atobe Yuichi rarely wakes up. He opened his eyes faintly at midnight. The ceiling light of the VIP ward has been turned off, leaving only a corridor light emitting a dim and weak light. The nurse on duty is not around. The door of the room is ajar, and low and suppressed whispers can be heard faintly.

He frowned, slowly propped up his body, and was about to reach out to press the call button on the bedside, but saw that the door was quietly pushed open. It turned out that his secretary Ichikawa Kei had poked his head outside but did not come in. He just turned his head and whispered a few words to the person outside, made a gesture of invitation, and then a young man in a light-colored suit walked in and closed the door. His tall figure was cast on the ground and stretched out by the dim light.

"You..." Looking at the outline of his face in the dim light, the terminally ill old man moved his lips slightly, and a faint arc appeared, "Here it comes..."

"Did I wake you up?" Hasegawa Shu turned on the ceiling chandelier, and the soft yellow light quietly poured into every corner of the ward. He sat down on the sofa at the head of the bed and looked down at him. The broken hair on his forehead fell to the corners of his eyes, hiding his true emotions.

"I've been waiting for you." Atobe Yuichi smiled, and then lay down again, looking up at the white ceiling, with some invisible ripples at the corners of his mouth.

"Are you so sure I will come?" Shu smiled calmly, looking at the pale and weak patient in front of him.

"Of course, how can you be assured if you don't go there in person?" Atobe Yuichi turned his head and smiled at him, and his eyes that had been out of focus before suddenly became sharp, "There is something you want in the safe No. 324 of HSBC Bank."

A trace of burning flame flashed in Shu's eyes, and suddenly extinguished in the darkness.

"For the rest, Ichikawa will assist you." Atobe Yuichi said lightly, "Even if I die, you will fight for me, right?"

The dying old man pulled the corner of his mouth, which was actually a bit hideous.

Shu shuddered,

turned away, stood up and walked towards the window sill in the thick dusk.

"More than 20 years ago, I was only one step away from competing with Atobe Keiji for the chairmanship of the Atobe Zaibatsu. If it weren't for Hasegawa Gardenia who broke off her engagement for that poor boy Terajima Kyosuke, and Lingchuan Media's pressure from behind, which led to a drastic change in the family council and the board of directors, how could I have been inferior to others for more than 20 years?" Atobe Yuichi ignored him, just looked up at the sky and said to himself, "I didn't expect that this time Kyosuke Terajima would be able to come back alive and stab me!" "

Shu, you must remember, I risked my life to block this knife for you, not to save the Hasegawa family!" Shu did not look back, but he could clearly feel the fierce gaze piercing from behind, "You, are my continuation. As long as you are alive, Atobe Keigo and I, father and son, will continue until victory!"

His hands in his trouser pockets clenched into fists. Shu stared at his almost cold face in the glass window. A trace of anger flashed in his deep eyes, and he did not speak.

"Is this all I mean to you?" He sneered suddenly, turned around, and raised his chin slightly. "Well, as you wish, I will win this war, and that will be worthy of your cultivation and protection over the years."

The young man stood up straight, leaned down and bowed deeply, then adjusted his collar, pushed the door and walked out.

The starlight at midnight sprinkled bleakly on the neat pedestrian walkway of the hospital, making the figure walking alone thin and narrow. Yuushi Oshitari stood in the corridor on the 11th floor, leaning against the window and looking down. He paused for a moment, an indescribable smile appeared on his face, he pushed his thin resin glasses, and turned and left.