Chapter 7 Surgery

"With a regular bouquet of tulips airlifted from the Netherlands every day and a handsome silver-haired guy who reports in regularly, it seems that Senior Arisuke is very popular recently."

When she returned to the office with a dozen tulips in her arms, she heard the teasing of the assistant junior behind her. Terashima Arisuke sighed weakly: "You don't have to be so excited, Otonashi."

Sakai Otonashi was her junior at the University of Tokyo. After graduation, she has been her assistant for almost a year. Judging from her current business skills, maybe she can try to be independent soon?

Terashima Arisuke raised her eyebrows and stuffed the bouquet into her hand: "Then, help me deal with it."

"Then I'll put it in a bunch."

"Otonashi."

"It's a pity to throw it away, senior." The other party said righteously, "If converted into cash, it will probably be more than tens of thousands of yuan."

Terashima Arisuke was speechless.

Looking at the bunch of brightly coloured tulips displayed on her desk, she said quietly, "It would be nice if we could resell them to a flower shop."

"I'll try to contact the flower shop. I hope your handsome silver-haired man can continue to deliver the goods regularly."

Sakai Otonashi retreated without even moving his eyebrows, speaking in a serious tone as if he was reporting work matters.

Terajima Yuki was speechless.

She hadn't seen Atobe Keigo since that time. A bunch of tulips of different varieties would come to her on time every day. The silver-haired young man who was in charge of running errands was called Hou Chotaro, right?

Atobe Keigo made her want to pour the scorching blue mountain coffee on his branded clothes and then tear up the contract.

He was clearly using her. The certainty and shrewdness in his eyes that locked onto his prey made her particularly angry.

However, she had to endure it. Terajima Seiichi's surgery was scheduled for next week. The high cost of the surgery and the cost of recuperation after the surgery were still barely enough for the amount of business she had taken on.

She stared at the brightly colored tulips in front of her for a long time, and decided to move them out of her sight. But then her cell phone rang.

"Do you like the long-necked beauty tulips shipped by the Netherlands?"

A arrogant and gorgeous voice came from the other end, so the female lawyer sneered as expected: "Thanks to you, I will be allergic to pollen in a short time."

"I thought you were a very patient woman." He sneered.

"No matter how good your patience is, it will burst one day, Atobe-kun." She laughed coldly.

"It seems that you are very dissatisfied with me, huh?" Atobe Keigo's tone rose, "Do you need me to remind you of the basic courtesy of treating customers?"

"Then please be direct. My time is limited, and I don't want to beat around the bush on issues other than business."

"Take a close look at the information Feng brought you, and check the capital flow of those projects."

"This kind of thing, the Atobe chaebol's intelligence network can't do it, right?"

"Lawyers have lawyers' channels, huh?" He chuckled and hung up.

Terajima Yuki closed the flip cover of her mobile phone and lazily threw it on the table.

The exquisite white machine made a crisp sound on the wide office desk.

Tezuka Kunimitsu pushed the door open with documents, his eyes inadvertently lingered on the big bunch of flowers for a moment, the pale sunlight outside the window flashed a white light on the lens, and he handed over the documents calmly: "The last real estate dispute case is scheduled to be heard tomorrow afternoon. Here are the documents."

"Do you want me to attend?" She took it and glanced at it hurriedly.

"Although I am the defense, it is also a case handled together."

"Okay."

"Hen is here again?" She changed the subject abruptly, but there was no ripple on her face.

"Yeah." She started to untie the movable seal on the information bag, lowered her head and gave a brief answer that revealed her unhappy mood at the moment. The project capital flow report from the Atobe Zaibatsu, a few simple sheets of paper, made her frown slightly.

"I wonder if I was right to recommend you to Atobe." Tezuka Kunimitsu stood by the window, looking down at the busy streets of Ginza. His calm voice was like the pale sky of Tokyo at that moment. "Obviously the result exceeded my expectations." "

Is this your apology?"

"If you think so."

"No, I don't need it."

The pale skylight slowly flowed over his cold rimless glasses, but a woman's faint sigh came from behind him.

He turned around and saw Terajima Yuki leaning against the back of the chair, with her eyelids drooping. The broken hair on her forehead fell down, covering the desolate expression in her eyes.

"It was my own decision to take on this business. There was no reluctance." She said slowly, "Maybe it is the price that must be paid to step into the unknown abyss."

Terajima Yuki slightly raised her eyelids, but avoided his sharp gaze through the thin lenses, picked up the case file in hand, reached out and flicked the thin paper, and laughed at herself.

Tezuka Kunimitsu frowned. He seemed to feel that the moment when the woman raised her lips elegantly was full of generosity, sadness and grandeur.

However, this feeling only lasted for a moment, so fast that he thought it was an illusion.

"I'm going to the accounting firm." She stood up to pack her things and paused before leaving. "Please help me deal with the bouquet of flowers before leaving."

Tezuka Kunimitsu looked at the heavily closed door with a frown. His cold and gloomy eyes fell on the blooming tulips, and he subconsciously pushed his glasses down on his nose.

The next day, strong cold air invaded the entire city. Overnight, the plane trees on both sides of the road were left with only bare trunks. The gorgeous yellow leaves swirled in the sky and then rubbed a corner of the windbreaker to his feet. When Terashima Yuki came out of the noisy subway entrance wrapped in a windbreaker, walked along the street stepping on the yellow flowers all over the ground and then crossed the intersection and walked into the tall and magnificent tennis club, Atobe Keigo was sweating profusely in the VIP court.

Incandescent lights, spacious green land, bright yellow balls flying in the air, and agile figures flashing in between.

This was the first time she saw Keigo Atobe sweating alone, even though it had been a long time since the exciting match in junior high school, and the former ice king had left the red clay for many years.

Tezuka Kunimitsu once said that they were all squandering their youth during that time, young and frivolous, full of blood, and a piece of red clay carried the lives of each other's other half. So would Keigo Atobe also have such a fast and smooth youth?

Standing in the stands and overlooking the empty green land, she only heard the clang of the ball hitting the ball quickly and powerfully.

Suddenly, the sound of hitting the ball stopped abruptly, Atobe stood still and raised his hand, a bright yellow ball fell steadily into his palm, raised his eyebrows, pulled out a wanton smile, and casually swung his hand, and the bright yellow tennis ball drew a beautiful arc behind him.

"Quick move, huh?"

Yi Yiran stepped onto the stands. The man looked at her with a smile, but was not in a hurry to take the information bag she handed over. Instead, he handed her a towel and mineral water.

Perhaps because he had exercised, he was wearing a thin, neat sportswear despite the sudden drop in temperature. A coat was draped loosely over his shoulders. His simple outfit gave off an Armani vibe.

After wiping the sweat off his forehead and neck, he finally took the information bag and sat down beside her. He slowly opened the seal and took out the plastic-wrapped folder.

"Just a few pieces of paper?" He raised his head and glanced at her with his sharp eyes without any hesitation, raising his lips in contempt.

"All the funds flowed into the accounts of several companies with different names, but I think the chances of laundering black funds are higher." Terajima Yuki ignored his contemptuous look and stood there expressionlessly, "You can get more detailed information with your methods."

"What do you want to say?" Atobe raised his eyebrows, and the teardrop mole at the corner of his eyes burned people.

She frowned, suppressing her anger: "If this is a test, you should have stopped here."

Sensing her anger, Atobe smiled, stood up, and handed the information to Karaji behind him.

"Ha, you misunderstood, my original intention was just to let you take a look." "

Just a casual remark made her shudder all over, and her hands hidden in the sleeves subconsciously clenched, and her nails pricked her palms.

The people in charge of those projects all pointed to one name, Atobe Yuichi.

The current vice president of the Atobe Group and the younger brother of the chairman of the Atobe Group.

Instantly, a chill ran through her body like an electric shock.

As an outsider, she should not have known about the disputes within the top management of the Atobe chaebol. Once she knew about it, it would be tantamount to dragging herself into the quagmire.

This is the purpose of Atobe Keigo.

"Think it through, once you get involved, there will be no room for retreat. "His eyes were like knives, lingering wantonly between her beautiful brows, and he raised the corners of his lips slowly.

Terajima Yuuki was no longer nervous. He loosened his hands, slowly tucked into the pockets of his windbreaker, lowered his eyelids, and smiled vaguely: "Even if I want to say no now, I can't back out, right?"

"The daughter of Hasegawa Gardenia, a rare talent in the financial world more than 20 years ago, should have courage no less than others. "

Her eyelashes trembled and she raised her eyelids.

She saw him standing in front of her leisurely with his hands in his trouser pockets, his slightly wet hair shining brightly, the lights of the stadium in the sky cast incandescent light into his eyes, laziness and arrogance, nobility and unruliness, cruelty and elegance, blending together naturally.

Terajima Yuuki couldn't help but sigh, pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Atobe lowered his head to look at her beautiful eyebrows and cold expression, and suddenly his eyes fell on her lightly pursed thin lips. He remembered her youthfulness and stubbornness at that time for no reason, and smiled meaninglessly.

Her cell phone rang suddenly and hurriedly, and she picked it up.

"Where are you now?"

"Omotesando ATB Tennis Center."

"Come here immediately, Terajima Seiichi is suffering from heart failure and must have surgery immediately. "Yuushi Oshima's Kansai accent swept away his usual laziness and sexiness. He finished his brief explanation and hung up.

Her hands and feet were cold.

It was noon, the peak hour of traffic congestion. When the silver-gray Rolls-Royce with the A logo that symbolized the owner's identity bypassed the sluggish flow of people and sped away from the green channel, the Tokyo University Hospital was already in a mess.

When Yuushi Oshima received the nurse's report and came to the ward, Seiichi Terajima was lying on the bed, gasping for breath, his pale face comparable to the snow-white sheets.

Infusion tubes and needles were scattered on the ground.

"Notify Batista's team members and prepare for emergency surgery immediately."

"Yes."

"Where is Dr. Kishimoto now?"

"Dr. Kishimoto is attending a meeting temporarily and is not in the hospital."

"Call him and ask him to come back as soon as possible."

"Yes! "

The busy figure of the nurse in white clothes flashed, which quickly confused the vision.

Yuushi Oshizuka glanced at the boy who was being carried onto the operating table, and said nothing more. He lowered his head to change into surgical clothes.

After completing the preoperative disinfection, he walked towards the operating room fully armed. With an inadvertent glance, he saw the cold woman in black clothes rushing in. From a distance, the whole person looked pale and solemn, but her steps never hesitated.

Behind him was the weird combination of Atobe Keigo and Karachi Takahiro.

One was gorgeous and elegant in a suit and leather shoes, as dazzling as a star, and the other was tall and dull, standing like an ancient fossil.

Oshizuka hid in the mask and lazily pulled the corner of his mouth, then lowered his head and went in.

"Dr. Kishimoto hasn't come yet?"

"We have contacted him, and he should be on his way back."

The lights in the operating room were always on, and a few rays of light slowly flowed on the flat mirror, covering up Oshizuka's true emotions at the moment.

"How is the patient?"

"He has weak heart function and difficulty breathing. The situation is not good. "

The clock on the wall ticked, especially clear and piercing.

Oshitsuki held his breath.

"Sorry, everyone, I'm late!" The electronic door of the operating room automatically moved away, and Kishimoto Takashi, who had already made all the preparations, hurried in. His slightly disordered breath hinted at his hasty arrival.

Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, teacher, please start."

Oshitsuki's voice returned to its usual laziness, and Kishimoto Takashi took a deep breath and came to the operating table.