Time is like a speeding train that never breaks off the rails, despite the disturbing noise.
Three days passed by in a flash.
We took the express train from Osaka and entered Kyoto. As usual, the mountains and plains were already covered with a layer of yellow, and the dead leaves were spinning and drifting in the wind of the wilderness.
He is very busy these days.
To be precise, he was busy feasting and feasting.
After a brief exchange with Imamura Takahiro a few days ago, Minamoto Yorimitsu decided to take the contract and go to Osaka to receive the equity. The process went very smoothly.
However, after stamping the seal on a stack of documents and assuming the position of specialist again, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was not able to leave. Instead, he was left behind by the enthusiastic crowd.
The senior management of Kansai International Airport was warm and hospitable, and the president was always by his side. In a few days, he fully experienced the style and luxury of Osaka.
This enthusiasm is really too much.
Therefore, when those people later made repeated remarks intentionally or unintentionally, Minamoto Yorimitsu just dealt with them perfunctorily, but he also showed that he had no intention of getting involved in the business.
In the end, in the eyes of those people wearing hypocritical masks, I took the Shinkansen back to Kyoto alone.
"Boom boom——"
The low rumble of the engine gradually faded.
Turn off the engine and park the car.
Minamoto Yorimitsu stood in front of the Kyoto University First Affiliated Hospital. He looked at the pedestrians walking quickly like before, determined the direction, and walked straight in.
The central operating room on the top floor of the medical technology building.
At the end of the long corridor that smelled of alcohol, a bright red "Under Surgery" light sign hung on the wall of the room, and the atmosphere in the entire corridor was unusually quiet.
There is only one person at the end of the corridor.
The petite figure huddled on the steel bench.
"Little Vine."
Minamoto Yorimitsu called out softly.
The girl who was curled up on the steel chair with her head lowered trembled slightly, then raised her tired face and looked at the tall figure standing in front of her.
"You...you're here..."
Her voice sounded a little dry.
It's like I haven't drank water for a long time.
Minamoto Yorimitsu glanced at the bright red surgical light sign next to him, looked around and found that there were no medical staff, so he asked: "How is the situation now?"
"I have been in the operating room for three hours since eight o'clock in the morning. The doctor said there should be no problem..."
Sakichu Kodou's face looked very bad, and his skin was no longer supple. Although he said there was nothing wrong, his voice became quieter and quieter as he spoke. It was obvious that he was worried.
Minamoto Yorimitsu could understand this when he saw it, let alone things like cancer treatment. If he was someone who really cared about him, he would treat all serious and minor illnesses equally. Even if he had to cut his appendix, he would be afraid that the other person would not be able to get to the operating table.
"Don't worry, this is not really a dangerous operation. You need to observe various indicators for a period of time after the treatment. It is not life-threatening."
He comforted the little girl like this.
He had already learned from the doctor before that this kind of special drug therapy is very simple. It means injecting the drug and then watching the body's functional response. The worst case scenario is that it has no effect, but it is not life-threatening.
This is the reason why he came back today.
Yesterday, Grandma Qingshui's attending doctor called me to inform him that the medicine had arrived, and he rushed back directly because it was scheduled for treatment this morning.
"...Um..."
It was obvious that his words were quite effective. The originally nervous Sakichu Kodou seemed to be in a much better mood, perhaps because he was effective here.
"Have you eaten?" Minamoto Yorimitsu asked.
"No, no." Sakichu Koto answered hesitantly, but soon seemed to be afraid that he would be angry, and after holding it in for a long time, he added: "But I drank a lot of water."
"Are you going to do a urine test if you only drink water?"
His words shocked Sakichu Koto, and it felt like he was back when they first met, when he always liked to criticize himself with such questioning words.
But he said nothing more next.
Instead, there was a transparent plastic bag hanging in mid-air in front of me. There were two brown dumplings inside, and next to it was a small bowl of plastic-wrapped kelp miso soup.
"The Evil God"
"I brought two Shaomai outside for you. I know you are worried that Grandma Qingshui has no appetite, but you have to eat this little thing."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu put the things in front of her and spoke in a calm but unquestionable tone.
"Whoa whoa..."
Sakichu and Koto took it blankly.
Then he reached into the bag.
I took out a siomai from the bag, and there were some water droplets on the surface of the cover. I carefully uncovered the thin paper underneath with my fingers, held it in both hands and took a small bite.
The glutinous rice siomai has a light flavor.
Under the emotions of worry and fear, people's sense of taste will be suppressed, and the taste in the mouth will be very small.
But the heat that has not been lost is still there.
Sakichu Xiaodeng nibbled on the siomai in his hand while brushing the slender bangs from his forehead, revealing his big psychedelic eyes and looking at him.
At this time, Minamoto Yorimitsu was standing by the window sill in the corridor, and the light from the outside, which was not strong, lightly hit his face, seeming to form a warm cascading halo.
In fact, ever since yesterday when the doctor informed her that grandma would be entering the operating room this morning, she had been filled with anxiety.
She was always afraid that something unexpected would happen along the way, or that bad news would come while she was waiting, so she couldn't sleep all night.
She seemed to have overestimated her psychological defense. Last night she broke her original principle of "not disturbing" and sent a message to Minamoto Yorimitsu.
However, he only responded with an "understood" reply.
After receiving this almost indifferent reply, Sakichu Kodou did not feel that he was being unreasonable, but instead began to complain that he was always causing trouble to him.
After all, it seemed to her that Lai Guang was very busy.
Those rich people seem to be very busy.
"I'm afraid I disturbed him again..."
But he stood here even though he didn't speak.
Sakichu and Koto felt particularly at ease.
This contradictory mentality of wanting to rely on him but not causing him any trouble made her very sad.
The corridor of the hospital fell into silence again.
There was only the sound of Sakiatsu Koto chewing.
This atmosphere did not last long, until the light in the operating room suddenly turned green, and Minamoto Yorimitsu, who was standing by the window, looked at the door of the operating room.
"Kacha—"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu moved forward.
Sakichu and Koto also stood up.
A nurse came out wearing a mask, looked around with a form and pen in her hand, and then said concisely: "The patient's family members come here to sign."
"Sign at the bottom?" Minamoto Yoriguang took the pen and looked at the surgical form in the nurse's hand.
"Are you an immediate relative of the patient?"
"I'm not, but I..."
"My boyfriend can't sign. Come and sign by yourself."
Before Minamoto Yorimitsu could finish speaking, the female nurse glanced at him suspiciously, then at the little girl next to him, then interrupted him directly, grabbed the pen and looked at Sakichu Kodou who was standing next to him.
"Okay." Minamoto Noraiguang's eyelids twitched.
Sakichu Koto was stunned and a little at a loss.
Then Mimi Huhu came over and signed her name on the surgery sheet at the nurse's reminder.
Seeing the nurse taking back the order and about to go into the operating room, Minamoto Yorimitsu stopped the nurse, and then asked: "How is the patient's condition now?"
"The treatment went smoothly, the body surface characteristics are normal, and there is no rejection reaction. However, the recovery power of the medicine needs to be temporarily observed, and I can return to the inpatient department after a while."
The nurse gave a concise answer.
"Trouble."
Minamoto no Yoriguang nodded.
Although the nurse closed the door of the central operating room again, the light that had turned green did not turn red again, giving people a sense of stability.
Then look back at the little girl standing there.
He noticed that Sakichu Koto's eyes were already red at this moment, and the crystal tears finally fell down after they rolled around. They were just tears of joy.