Chapter 51

The overwhelming storm in the quiet night finally subsided temporarily with the appearance of Chairman Atobe Keiji. It was already evening when they returned to the hospital. Family members were allowed to visit the ward, but the once elegant and gorgeous man was still sleeping and had not woken up yet.

His face was pale and weak, but his expression was surprisingly calm, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep greedily just because he had not rested for a long time. The liquid in the bottle dripped drop by drop through the thin plastic tube into the blood vessels under the skin, and the slight dripping sound of the liquid seemed to be heard in the dark.

Atobe Keiji sat at the head of the bed and watched for a long time with a depressed expression.

"I'm sorry, father, I should have..." Yuki stood beside him and said softly, "I should have noticed it earlier..."

She thought of his abnormality at that time, and her heart was sad.

"No, you've done very well." Atobe Jingyi shook his head and looked up at her. "Cheer up, Youji, it's far from the time to be sad."

"Father..."

She moved her lips, not knowing what to say, but the old man smiled faintly: "I have an appointment with Chairman Oshitari later, and I'll leave the surgery to Yushi. I'll take care of the consortium's affairs during this period, so don't worry. You'll have to take care of the lawsuit."

When he said this, Youji was slightly stunned: "What do you mean..."

"Ask Lawyer Takagi to cooperate with you... Just do whatever you think of, don't worry about it."

The implication was already very obvious.

She raised her eyes, met the old man's sharp gaze, took a deep breath, and bowed her head respectfully.

This arduous battle has not yet ended, so let her take over the sword in his hand to cut off the thorns and the Pixiu, survive in the cusp of the financial tsunami, and win the crown of glory in the shopping mall surrounded by wolves.

When Atobe Jingyi left, dusk had already fallen. The old man patted her shoulder without saying anything, but there was a deeper power in his eyes than words. When he left, his back was a little desolate, but still revealed a steady strength.

The men of the Atobe family seem to have this characteristic. Even if the sky is falling, they can cover up their pale emotions with the most rational thinking, giving people a calm and powerful feeling.

However, even so, when the footsteps of the god of death sound in the distance, are they also powerless?

Youji sat on the bed, looking at the man's pale sleeping face, and suddenly thought sadly.

The temporary sadness spread all over the place.

The phone rang at this time, and it was Lane Lindsay who had not been seen for a long time when it was picked up.

"Are you okay, Youji?" The voice on the other end seemed quite worried, probably because he had read the news reports during the day.

She was slightly startled, and when she spoke again, she choked up a little: "I should have thought that he was so uneasy and abnormal at that time. If I had kept asking, maybe it wouldn't have dragged on to this point..."

Finally, she couldn't hold it back anymore, buried her head in the white quilt, and cried out.

The invulnerable expression she had maintained in front of people all day finally fell apart at this moment.

"But how could I have thought that a person like him, strong and confident, unscrupulous, and everything is a piece of cake for him, shouldn't I believe him... Father..."

Lane Lindsay listened to her faint sobs on the other end and was stunned for a long time.

Then he listened to her venting quietly.

Such a calm and self-sustaining woman finally stopped hiding her long-suppressed emotions.

Verbal comfort is no longer important.

"Don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault, Youji." After an unknown amount of time, the crying on the other end gradually weakened, and he slowly spoke, "Do you need me to come over?"

She shook her head subconsciously, "No, no need."

"Youji..."

"At night, I want to be alone." She looked up, but saw Tezuka Kunimitsu standing at the door with a bag. Suddenly realizing her own loss of composure, she hurriedly reached out to wipe the tears from her cheeks and sat up straight, "Thank you, father." "

If you have something to do, don't bear it alone." Lan En seemed to think for a moment, no longer insisted, and just said lightly. Youji

hung up the phone and looked up. There was still emotion in her eyes that she hadn't had time to sort out. Tezuka Kunimitsu's gaze paused for a long time at the corners of her slightly red eyes, and he sighed softly.

"You haven't eaten anything all day, so eat something."

He didn't say anything else, but just walked over, put the bag in his hand on the low cabinet, and took out the takeaway lunch box.

He remembered that the night when Terajima Seiichi passed away, the woman was also so sad. After that, she rarely cried and showed her weakness in public.

No matter how this marriage started, was it still trapped?

Thinking so, he opened the lid and the light fragrance of porridge filled the air.

"Tezuka..." Yuki took the bowl and chopsticks he handed over woodenly. The traces of tears on her face could be vaguely seen in the light. When she slowly raised her eyelids, her eyes gradually became sharper. "I will fight the next lawsuit."

Tezuka Kunimitsu was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he nodded: "I know, Sakai and I will come tomorrow."

As if she had received some kind of support, the woman only smiled slightly.

After that, Tezuka Kunimitsu did not continue to disturb him. He left the ward alone, walked through the long corridor, and saw the dim light on the office of Oshitari Yuushi across the empty lawn. He only paused for a moment and walked across the overpass.

"Hey, Tezuka." The genius of Hyotei turned his eyes away from the X-ray film and casually greeted the young lawyer standing at the door, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

The latter just responded and stepped in: "I'm going to go back. I see the light is still on here."

"An expert consultation is scheduled for tomorrow. Let's prepare the materials first." Oshitari adjusted his plain glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Did he come out from Atobe? How is he?"

"He hasn't woken up yet. Yuki is with him."

"It's been a rough day." Oshitari sighed, stood up, took out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet behind him, turned to him, "Would you like some?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu was not interested in the contents of the glass. He wanted to refuse, but nodded inexplicably.

The 93-year-old wine, poured into the glass, showed an amber color, rich fragrance, and long-lasting meaning.

"Atobe, how could this happen?"

"It's hereditary. I had an attack when I was in junior high school, but it wasn't serious. It was just that this time, it was a little sudden." Oshitari sighed and glanced at Tezuka, "You can't imagine that a person like that, who is usually so arrogant and domineering, would also have such a day."

Tezuka Kunimitsu was speechless for a moment.

He thought of the gorgeous and flamboyant boy back then, and the glamorous and elegant man who frequently appeared in various media after adulthood, pointing out the way forward, writing inspiring words, and being like a king, dazzling and eye-catching.

"Is it really that serious?"

"There is more than one surgical plan, but for Atobe, he will have to rely on a pacemaker to survive for the next few decades, or linger on waiting for an organ donor to appear. This is more intolerable than death, right?" Oshitari held the wine glass, a trace of sadness in his eyes. "His life should be standing at the highest point of Ginza, looking down on the world, taking pleasure in revenge, right? I want him to recover to this level, so I have to choose an extremely difficult operation, which will bring extremely high risks."

"Oshitari?"

Tezuka frowned, but Oshitari ignored him and just smiled sarcastically.

"It's really ironic. At that time, we all firmly believed that this man who stood at the top of the 200 people in the tennis club could support everything with just a wave of his hand. But now, if the footsteps of the god of death are approaching, even Keigo Atobe can't stop it, right?" He drank the red wine in the glass and looked at the deep dusk outside the window. "The Ice King is a human being after all, not a god. Outsiders think he is gorgeous and outstanding, whether it is tennis, academics, or business, but they only see his outstanding side and never know the efforts he has made for this. If he hadn't caught up with those messy things this time, and hadn't gone all out for it without sleep, he wouldn't have overdrawn his energy so quickly."

Ancient nobles believed that the reason they were superior to others was because they had the same equal responsibilities.

Oshitari suddenly remembered this statement, and his expression was bleak, not as casual as usual.

Tezuka Kunimitsu sat on the sofa, listening to him quietly, with a solemn expression. After a while, he put down the wine glass in his hand and stood up.

"Tezuka?"

"It's time to go back. We'll continue discussing the lawsuit tomorrow." The young lawyer put on his coat, pushed open the door, and paused for a moment. "Oshitari?"

"Hmm?"

"No matter how good a doctor is, he can't guarantee that he can save all patients, but for patients, they are hope." Tezuka Kunimitsu only slightly tilted his eyes, his voice was cold and clear, "If you need a miracle now, try to create a miracle."

If only God can save everything, then he will become God.

Oshitari Yuushi was stunned for a long time, and suddenly curled the corners of his lips, raised the empty wine glass in his hand to him, and smiled casually under the dim light.

When Atobe woke up, it was already the next morning.

At that time, the dawn sunlight shone into the ward through the window, coating the room with a layer of light gold. The woman leaned over the bedside, her eyes slightly closed, most of her sleeping face buried in the white quilt, and her black hair was spread out in disarray.

The man was slightly startled, and then he raised his lip corners slightly. He couldn't help but reach out and stroke her soft hair.

Then she woke up from her light sleep, with a faint tiredness on her face. She looked at him and opened her mouth, but didn't say anything for a while.

"Did I wake you up?" He looked a little innocent in her eyes, and pulled the corners of his mouth, his face still a little weak.

She was startled for a moment, and hurriedly shook her head: "I'm glad you're awake, I'll go call Oshitari."

She was about to stand up, but he held her hand: "There's no rush."

​​Youji stopped, frowned at him, but didn't say anything.

After a long time, she finally spoke: "My father came yesterday. I'll ask him to take charge of the consortium's affairs for the time being. I'll discuss the lawsuit with Attorney Takagi, so don't worry."

Atobe was silent for a long time, his face was uncertain, and he only said in a low voice, "You know everything?"

It was just a simple sentence, but Yuki's eyebrows were furrowed more and more, as if she was trying to suppress some emotions, biting her lip and shaking off his hand: "If it wasn't for the accident yesterday, how long did you plan to hide it?!"

Atobe frowned, looked up at her hateful expression, and was speechless for a moment.

"Atobe Keigo, you take yourself too seriously, yes, you are the president of the consortium, the king of the Japanese business world, but you are also a mortal, not a god! Even if the situation is serious, there are other people in the consortium, do you have to fight with your life?!"

Her voice finally rose uncontrollably, and even Atobe was surprised by her loss of composure.

He tried to sit up, reached out his hand, and touched the corner of her eyes. He felt warm and wet. Did she cry?

She seemed to realize something and took two steps back subconsciously, but he pulled her closer to sit on the edge of the bed.

"One day, you will cry for me, huh?"

His fingertips wandered over her cold cheeks, wiping away the faint traces of tears. The man actually curled his lips, which was very handsome under the thin morning light.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you." He looked at her, and he was actually a little innocent. "I was planning to arrange everything and accept the treatment arranged by Inuzuka, but who knew that the local prosecutor came to my house the next day, and I was so entangled that I delayed it..."

Youji looked at him steadily, feeling sad in her heart, but she didn't know how to speak. After all, she sighed and broke free from his hand: "Who cares whether you live or die!"

After that, he stood up and pushed the door out. Atobe looked at her back silently and could only smile bitterly.

"Mrs. Atobe?"

Asano Rima, who was doing the morning rounds, stood at the entrance of the corridor holding the medical records and looked at the woman who hurriedly pushed the door open. She noticed the redness in her eyes and was slightly startled.

Yuki heard her soft cry and stopped walking. When she raised her head, she subconsciously adjusted the expression on her face and said in a calm voice: "She's awake. Please call Dr. Oshitari."

Oshitari quickly brought people to the rounds and made further diagnosis, but Yuki didn't have time to stay. After confirming that the situation was stable, she hurried to the headquarters of the consortium. Akiyama Takuma and other staff had been waiting there for a long time, and Tezuka Kunimitsu and Sakai Otonashi also rushed there at about the same time.

"The next trial will be in a week. It seems that the president cannot attend. Do we need to apply to the court for an extension?"

Lawyer Takagi Akimi had just received a notice from the court and asked for her opinion, but Yuki only thought about it for a moment.

"The prosecution is suing the entire consortium, not Keigo Atobe. As long as a representative of the consortium is present, it will be fine. However, whether to postpone it depends on the situation of evidence collection." She said lightly, and suddenly raised her head to look at him, "Lawyer Takagi, you are a senior in the judicial field. This time, the chairman asked me to be in charge of the progress of the case. I would like to trouble you for your assistance." "

Madam, you are too kind."

Takagi Akimi lowered her head. Although the young lady of the Atobe family had been low-key before, her decisive performance in recent days has already revealed a side that is no less inferior. With her in charge, the development of the situation will not be too bad.

"Thank you." Youji nodded and cast his eyes on Takuma Akiyama who was standing aside, "Akiyama-kun, from now on, please sort out the clues you have from beginning to end for me." "

Yes, madam."

Takuma Akiyama responded solemnly. The woman in front of him sat behind the desk, wearing a smart black suit jacket, with a golden lawyer's mark on her chest, shining brightly in the bright morning sunshine.