The doctor examined him and quickly showed a comforting smile. "He's almost recovered. Don't do too much exercise, and don't practice too much tennis recently. You know? Yukimura." The doctor wrote with a pen.
Taking notes, I successfully told him some precautions. This child had just undergone a major operation, so he needed to pay more attention.
"I will, thank you" he said with a faint smile. The eyes between his eyes were very warm and gentle. He looked at the record book in the doctor's hand. His smile showed a little more domineering and confidence. Finally, he didn't have to leave.
He loves tennis like his life
However, he frowned slightly, looked up at the doctor who was still taking notes in front of him and asked casually.
"Doctor, may I ask the person who went out just now, is he sick?"
The doctor put down the pen in his hand and looked at another medical record, "Are you asking Saya? She is the girl who went out just now, the one with black hair and black eyes."
"Yes." He nodded. It turned out that her name was Shaye. I finally knew her name.
"By the way, I forgot about it." The doctor suddenly remembered something and smiled: "She has a pot of cornflowers that are exactly the same as yours. You two are really very similar. You even like the same flowers."
"Really?" He smiled lightly, like a gentle smile blooming like a lotus.
"Yes, but they are also a pair of very pitiful brothers and sisters. Speaking of which, it really makes people sympathize."
"Brother and sister?" Yukimura Seiichi Issei, are they brother and sister? Why don't they look alike at all, and he thought they were lovers?
"It's not like that, but they are real. It is said that the elder brother is more like the mother and the younger sister is like the father. However, their parents are both abroad. The last time the younger sister had a heart attack, the older brother was alone. It was really heartbreaking for the two of them.
"A child," the doctor sighed as he spoke. Moreover, Shaye's illness is not completely cured. He will have to undergo another operation. However, this operation only has a 60% chance."
She looked at the boy in front of her. This boy was undoubtedly lucky. The success rate of his operation was also very low, but it was successful in the end. It is hard to say whether the god of luck can favor another girl.
There is only a 60% chance, a little more than half. Why, why is it like this again? Yukimura Seiichi lowered his head, his slightly feminine eyes turned into a shallow wound.
Is it another test from life?
The young man's delicate and gentle face has a hint of Liao Ji's color. His eyes are as beautiful and elegant as cornflowers. There is a layer of dark purple haziness in his eyes, but they are still as clean and clear as the most beautiful.
purple transparent crystal, but the tenderness blooming in his eyes was already a little tired.
He walked out of the hospital and raised his head. His dark blue hair hung quietly on his shoulders, passing through gentle waves. The layers were layered. Under the sunlight, they glowed with a soft purple halo and deep purple.
In the pupils of his eyes, a piece of sadness slowly flows through, like the flowing clouds in the sky, and what is the ending of what escapes this time?
His eyelashes were slightly rolled up, slightly sweeping down a few ripples, and under the blue sky, some lonely figures looked sad and sad.
He continued to walk forward and quickly disappeared into the crowd, gradually getting further away.
Yinyu sat under a sycamore tree with a book in his hands. The thin sunlight was scattered on the ground, and the gentle breeze kept blowing. It felt very comfortable. This is really a good place to rest.
After reading for a while, she closed the book and stood up from the ground. Her silver pleated skirt made a faint ripple in the wind. She lowered her head and looked at her knees. There were still some faint scars, but
If you don’t look carefully, you won’t be able to tell. It’s finally been a long time since I finally put on my girls’ school uniform.
Putting the books into her schoolbag, she patted the dust on her clothes, smiled softly, and was about to start. She was really nervous about her grade-skipping exam.