Chapter 47 Heart Disease

It was nine or ten o'clock in the morning. The early spring sun was thin and blocked by the green blinds. Yuushi Oshi hung the X-rays on the whiteboard, turned on the lights, and looked at them carefully. There was silence in the room.

"The left ventricle is enlarged and the myocardium is thickened, which causes arrhythmia and early failure." After a long time, the silence was finally broken. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "It is a typical dilated cardiomyopathy."

Atobe Keigo stood with his hands behind his back. His purple-gray hair fell into his eyelids. The expression in his eyes could not be seen clearly. Only the hands behind his back trembled slightly a few times when he heard the diagnosis. Finally, they clenched into fists and then loosened dejectedly.

"How serious is it?"

"It's not serious. It's not too late to be hospitalized now." Oshio sighed and looked up at him, "Stop what you are doing. From now on, don't be too tired. Quit smoking and drinking."

"Now is not the time, Oshio." Atobe frowned and said.

"Although it's not serious, but Atobe, dilated cardiomyopathy can lead to death at any stage." At first, Oshima's voice was still casual, but it became solemn unconsciously. He stood up and put his hands in the pockets of his white coat. The sharp light flashed across the plain glasses without degrees. "Please ask your uncle to come forward for the consortium. No matter what, you can't risk your life!"

The last sentence was emphasized. Atobe's expression was only a little darker. He looked at him lightly and suddenly laughed softly: "Atobe, you are excited."

"Atobe--" The genius of the Ice Emperor, who was always casual, had a stiff face and just twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely.

The Ice Emperor of that year turned around lightly and said slowly: "Wait a little longer, let me arrange some things first."

This is already a compromise.

Oshitari let out a long sigh: "I will be back next week, and then I will come to sit down for examination and arrange a consultation with a cardiac surgery expert."

"Thank you." Atobe nodded, as if to agree, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and when he turned to leave, he seemed to remember something and whispered, "Don't tell anyone about this for now."

At this time, the news that the president of the Atobe chaebol was ill would not only shake the morale of the Atobe consortium, but also make the entire Japanese financial community uneasy, right?

Oshitari knew the pros and cons of it, and nodded: "Don't worry."

They have known each other for many years, and many things do not need to be said explicitly, just a glance is enough to make everything clear.

Atobe suddenly raised the corners of his lips, with a bit of gorgeous taste, turned around and put on a gray coat, walked out the door, got off the elevator, and walked out of the towering hospital building.

When Asano Rima came in with a stack of medical records, she saw Oshitari Yuushi pulling up the blinds and looking at the slender back of the person walking away outside. His dark blue hair covered most of his face, so he couldn't see any expression. He stood in the light golden sunlight of early spring, with an indescribable feeling, warm but desolate.

It was already the end of February, and the chilly spring breeze still brought a little bit of acupuncture chill from the collar of his coat. Atobe Keigo raised his head and looked at the not-so-hot sun in the sky through his brown sunglasses. He was stunned for a long time until Akiyama Takuma whispered to him, and then he came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Without saying a word, he just leaned over and got into the already opened car door.

"Is there any movement from Hasegawa recently?"

The car was heated, so he simply unbuttoned the collar of his coat a few times, took off his sunglasses, and then slowly spoke.

"The stock price has fallen sharply, and the logistics project has also come to a standstill due to the financial crisis of Yokogaya Trading Company. The opposition to Hasegawa Naruto within the company is getting stronger and stronger." "

You can't hold on any longer, right?" Atobe lowered his eyelids lazily, "It's time to take action."

Akiyama was slightly stunned. This sentence was ambiguous, and he didn't know whether he was talking about the other party or himself.

"Master Jingwu?"

"Those aspects, the places that need to be taken care of must be taken quickly."

"Yes." The smart and capable assistant finally came back to his senses and responded.

So Atobe stopped talking, just lazily leaning on the back of the chair and quietly watching the noisy street scene outside the car window. The driving speed in Ginza is not fast during the day. The congested traffic and the sea of ​​people are almost suffocating. You can vaguely see the storefronts on the roadside. On weekdays, they are still exquisite and beautiful, but in these days of economic depression, they seem to be much bleaker.

Akiyama sat in the driver's seat, looking at his boss's expression through the rearview mirror in front of him. With his eyes slightly closed, he could not tell whether he was happy or angry, but he had a feeling that something was wrong. He quickly turned his gaze to Takahiro Kabaji who was standing beside him.

The latter just sat upright with a blank expression on his face.

It was not until the evening that Atobe had time to think.

Standing on the top of the consortium building, the night wind blowing on his face made him feel even colder, but it was more conducive to keeping a clear and rational mind. He

sorted out his thoughts one by one in his mind. The sun had already sunk below the horizon without him noticing. The dark blue sky covered the entire earth. The twinkling lights were lit one after another, finally adding a few warm tones to this cold and gloomy canvas.

He lowered his eyelids and could vaguely see the surging flow of people on the ground. Like ants, they were working hard to survive. He couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips and raised a mocking arc.

He fumbled in his coat pocket for a while, took out a cigarette, and lit it as usual, but then he remembered what Inuzu had told him that morning. He sneered at himself, and simply put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can beside him.

"That guy Inuzu." He chuckled, "I never thought that one day I would have to listen to him, huh?"

The surroundings were empty, and Kabata Takahiro was waiting for him from a distance, but he heard it clearly, and responded in the same way as before, lowered his head and said nothing more.

The world fell silent until the pleasant ringtone broke the silence.

"Aren't you in the office?"

The woman's voice was clear and familiar, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly when it came over.

"We've been having a meeting all afternoon, so let's go to the rooftop to get some fresh air."

"Be careful not to catch a cold, come down soon." You Ji sighed softly on the other end, "You didn't bring the clothes you changed last time, I sorted them out, did you send them in the evening?"

"No need." He suddenly wanted to see her, "I'll be back tonight."

He hung up the phone, put the phone back in his pocket, turned and walked towards the stairs, waved, and the tall and dull man next to him followed him all the way.

It was already very late when they went back. Before getting out of the car, they could vaguely see the lights in the bedroom on the second floor. Teibe did not get out of the car immediately, but was slightly stunned for a moment before pushing open the car door.

At this time, the housekeepers had already gone to bed, and there was only a floor lamp in the living room, with the light adjusted to the minimum. The dim light was just enough to see the surrounding furnishings.

"You're back?"

After pressing the switch, the chandelier on the ceiling became brighter... After changing her shoes in the entrance hall, Youji had already come down from upstairs, wrapped in thick home pajamas, with her hair loosely tied up, looking a bit lazy.

Atobe raised his head and squinted slightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. When she came closer, he stretched out his arms and held her in his arms.

The coral fleece pajamas on his body were soft and warm to the touch.

Youji was slightly startled, seemed a little surprised, and slightly curved the corners of his lips, but in the end did not say anything.

"Have you gone to bed yet?"

"No, I'm still sorting out the files." She gently came out of his arms and took off his coat. "How is the consortium going? Why did you come back today?"

"It's a bit tricky, but it's not difficult for me."

Atobe hummed softly, only curled the corners of his lips, and stood under the lamp as usual, with a few traces of arrogance in his eyes, but his figure looked thinner than half a month ago.

Youji's eyes turned slightly, but he just smiled slightly: "Go take a shower first."

After soaking in the bathroom for about half an hour, Atobe just came out in pajamas. A pot of miso soup on the kitchen stove has begun to emit a rich and tempting aroma.

He couldn't help but stop and look across most of the living room. Atobe squinted slightly. When he saw the woman wrapped in loose and thick pajamas bringing out a bowl of miso soup and a plate of fried noodles, he didn't even have time to hide his surprised expression.

"What happened today?" The man curled his lips, "You actually asked your wife to cook?"

"You can't call the chef when you come back at this time, right?" Yuki glanced at him indifferently and put the plate on the table, "But my level is just this level, you have to make do with it."

"I don't think I said I didn't have dinner."

"I never eat well when I work overtime."

Atobe raised his eyebrows and smiled.

The cuisine of the Atobe family is usually Western, but Yuki is only good at home Japanese cuisine. She is not keen on it, and her cooking skills are limited to the level of being edible, but the taste is rich and mellow.

"This is the second time you cook for me."

Sitting at the table and chewing the so-called civilian food carefully, Atobe suddenly said, and the woman opposite was slightly stunned, and then she remembered that the last time was in her own apartment. In the past year, the Atobe family has a special chef, and Atobe himself has a very picky taste. Although he is a henpecked woman, he doesn't need to cook by himself.

"Hmm." She seemed to be thinking, "That said, it seems that I am not very competent."

Although she said so, there was no remorse in her words. Atobe looked at her steadily and twitched his lips: "So you knew that too?"

So she responded with a heartless and innocent smile and got up to clean up the dishes.

In the early spring, the room was still heated. She stepped on plush slippers, rolled up the wide sleeves of her pajamas, tied her hair loosely, and the running water flowed through her fingertips. The dim light of the kitchen shone on her body, and the usually cold and indifferent atmosphere was also stained with a bit of warmth.

At that time, he actually had an illusion that at this moment she was more like an ordinary housewife in the world, managing her livelihood during the day, cooking and washing clothes, and keeping warm meals at night, waiting for her husband to come home from work.

With a move in his heart, he approached silently, but she seemed to notice and turned her head: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Atobe shook his head, but he kissed her unexpectedly, deep and shallow, like a flower blooming.

The moon that night was pale, shining through the gaps in the curtains, sprinkling on the floor and the bed, flowing slowly like water, with a cold and dark color, but their kisses were warm, lingering and tossing, not fierce, nor impatient, just a faint smudge, coming all the way, gradually becoming hot.

Youji felt vaguely uneasy, but was uncontrollably attracted by him. He felt that he was somewhat abnormal tonight. He was still as sharp and capable as before, but there was an unpredictable deep meaning in his eyes, mixed with an indescribable complex expression.

As if noticing her distraction, Atobe called her softly, and his hands groped for a while, rubbing along the curves of her body.

"Keigo?" She called him and slightly pushed his shoulders away.

"Hmm?"

"You." She frowned, choosing her words, "Are you worried?"

"What's wrong?" He asked calmly without changing his expression.

"It's just." Looking at his calm expression in the pale light of the sky, she sighed, "I feel something is not right."

The man's dark gray pupils dimmed, and he pulled the corners of his mouth.

"You are too sensitive, Youji." He reached out and ruffled her messy black hair. "The industry is indeed in a mess now, but the current situation is not enough to overwhelm me. You don't have even this little confidence in me?"

The woman didn't say anything, just sat up with the quilt and looked at him steadily. Under the dim light of the sky, she could vaguely distinguish the man's delicate facial features and the mole at the corner of his eye.

His tone was light, and she finally gave up asking further questions.

He didn't want to say, so she stopped touching him.

As if relieved, she curled the corners of her lips, nodded, pulled up the corner of the quilt, and lay down on her side.

Atobe looked at her for a long time, and hugged her shoulders from behind. The tide of passion had faded, and he just hugged her quietly, and they were in love.

"Hey, Yuki." Suddenly, he said, "Do you regret marrying me?"

She was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, she chuckled: "Sure enough, you still look a little strange today."

Atobe said nothing, but just used a little force to bring her to his arms, kissing her shoulders inch by inch, not passionately, but with a faint attachment and warmth. Yuki did not look back, but just silently felt his breath, trying to catch the strange clues, but finally sighed in frustration.

"You know it." She just said lightly, "I have no way out."

Since I set foot on this road, there is no room for retreat.

"Ah, is that all?" He seemed dissatisfied with the answer, but he did not delve into it. He just chuckled to himself, "It's not that I am willing, but there is no way out?"

She felt something was wrong. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but stopped suddenly. She just tilted her head slightly and took a bite in his arm, which was quite annoyed.

"Nonsense!" She took a sip and buried her face in the pillow and ignored him.

Atobe chuckled, but the kiss became hotter and hotter, scattered among the messy hair, passing over the side of the neck, and going down along the collarbone. She was stunned, but she was already led by him. She turned her head and endured his exploration and demands.

The pale moonlight spread on the ground, flowing silently like a tide.