"The medicine is in my tennis bag, next to the white wrist guard." After saying to Longma, I felt even more uncomfortable and had difficulty breathing. It seemed that the years I had experienced were about to begin to appear in front of me again. No,
, absolutely not.
"Don't think too much, you lose if you lose. You must control your emotions!" Longma was anxious and hurried to the tennis bag I put aside, constantly looking for things, and finally saw the white one
The wrist guards, and then rushed to the court with the box of medicine next to them.
I took the medicine while drinking water, and then I felt that the colic was healed. I stood on the ground and breathed in big mouthfuls, not knowing what to do.
"Referee, we abstain." After Longma finished speaking, he put the towel around my neck and shouted to the person who was stunned over there: "Come here quickly and help!"
"Hey, what's going on?" Jibu first reacted, and then hurriedly asked Longma.
This? Longma didn't know whether to say it, but the person in front of him was Liu's biological brother. If he didn't say it, he would still not know what would happen to Liu, who doesn't know how to take care of himself.
"Qianye's heart has some problems. If the mood fluctuates greatly, it will cause the heartbeat to accelerate, and then breathe rapidly, or even die. So once the mood starts to fluctuate, you must use calming drugs to suppress it, because you have to take calming drugs, so
Qianye's muscles don't have any tension." Longma explained to everyone.
Listening to Longma's explanation, my face became even more depressed. This time everyone knew that my emotions could not fluctuate, so if anyone wants to let me die in the future, then just use stimulation, although I am generally
The stimulation doesn't matter, but once it touches my bottom line, I will become very uncontrollable, just like now.
"Oh my God? There's something wrong with death's heart?"
"So amazing, he can still play tennis?"
"No, right? Why is Qianye like this?"
...
With Longma's explanation, the outside of the court suddenly became excited, and the Phoenix of the Equity Academy did not expect that it would be like this. A young man with a heart problem still worked so hard to play tennis, and even played the title of Death.
It should mean that this young man likes tennis very much, but his physique determines that he can't continue playing so seriously.
"I'm sorry." Phoenix of the Equity Academy spoke lightly. He didn't expect things to turn out like this.
"I should say sorry. I didn't expect that I was so weak. Sorry." After calming down, I stood up in a cold look, bowed to the Phoenix of the Equal Court and then left the venue.
After walking out of the arena, I looked at the sky. It seemed that God was destined to me. I was destined to have a good body. Although this heart disease is not that kind of heart disease, it has something to do with the heart. Although I can exercise,
But you must definitely control your emotions and no emotions can arise.
Anyway, I am just a facial paralysis iceberg, and it doesn't matter to me whether I have emotions or not, but I can't accept my weakness. I have always called this "weakness" to others, but now it has become myself.
It feels so uncomfortable and painful.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? What's going on with your heart?" Jibu followed quickly.
"It's nothing, it's not a heart disease, it's just that the wall of the artery blood vessels is thin, so blood pressure cannot be raised and broken through the wall of the tube." I said seriously about the words in the medical book. In fact, this is not a heart disease at all, because it's just a blood vessel.
Just the above problem.
Jibu's eyes narrowed and said nothing.
"Then why don't you go to heal?" Buer said angrily. How could a person treat himself like this?
"The doctor said there is less than 10% success rate." The fist clenched subconsciously. I looked at the ground with a low tone. Yukimura's surgery success rate was at least between 30% and 40%, but I only had 10%.
Possibility, the possibility of this 1% lower is a huge risk, not to mention that it is dozens of percent.
"How could this be the case?" Everyone who heard what I said spoke at the same time, how could this be the case? Such a success rate has no chance of winning at all. Isn't this a dead end?
I don’t know why this is the case? Some people had this disease in their previous lives, but many of them died in their twenties, and many of them were not yet adult. Now, my symptoms are becoming more and more obvious.