aircannonsinc Chapter 14 Yukimura's Treatment in Progress
Chapter 14 Yukimura's Treatment in Progress
Early the next morning.
When Wang Yueling finished washing up and changing her clothes, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast, her grandmother was already busy in the kitchen.
"Get up." Grandma glanced at him, then continued with her chores. "Grandma got up earlier than you today!"
"Why are you up so early?" Wang Yueling asked, full of questions, as she walked to the dining room to pour herself a glass of warm water. "Is today some important day? Did I forget?"
"You were making a huge fuss in the room last night, I bet you're going to the hospital to see Jing Shi again today."
Grandma smiled and took a piece of rice cake from the steaming steamer, offering it to his lips. "I just promised to prepare some new food for him yesterday, so naturally I had to get up early to try it and see how it tastes."
"Mmm. The rice has a wonderful aroma, it's soft, sticky, and sweet. Grandma's cooking is always so excellent."
Wang Yueling took a bite of the warm rice cake and sincerely praised it. Watching her grandmother busily packing the rice cakes into a thermos, a sense of joy spread through her heart.
It's wonderful that the people I value are also valued by my family!
Considering that Yukimura's family will be there today, the portions have been prepared in generous quantities.
By the time he left, he was carrying a lot of bags and packages. His grandmother had prepared the peach-flavored wagashi and matcha daifuku that she had said she would make the night before, all packed in exquisite food boxes.
At 8:00 AM sharp, at the entrance of Jinjing General Hospital.
The three vehicles were parked in a row. The first one was the black Mercedes that Wang Yueling usually rode in, followed by two medium-sized Toyota Coaster minibuses carrying more than ten people from the medical team.
As Wang Yueling got out of the car, Dr. Laurent emerged from the car behind. The elderly German man was wearing a dark gray suit, and his expression was as serious as ever.
"Dr. Laurent," Mochizuki Ryo walked over and greeted him with a slight bow in fluent German, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's my job." Dr. Laurent's voice was deep, strong yet professionally composed. "I've already reviewed the medical records. We'll conduct a comprehensive evaluation today before determining the surgical plan."
"Then let's proceed according to your procedure."
The group entered the inpatient department, took the elevator to their respective floors, and Wang Yueling walked in front. When they arrived at the ward door, the door was open.
There were voices inside.
He knocked on the door and went inside.
The ward was much livelier than the last time I came. Yukimura sat on the bed, with a man and a woman standing beside it. The two were dressed appropriately, and their brows showed worry and tension.
"Seiichi." Mochizuki Ryou called out softly, a slight smirk playing on her lips.
Yukimura looked up at the sound of his voice, saw him enter, and gave a slight smile: "You've come."
After greeting Yukimura, Mochizuki Ryo stepped forward and bowed slightly to the elders, her manner gentle and proper: "Uncle Yukimura, Aunt Yukimura, good morning. I am Mochizuki Ryo, and I visited Seiichi yesterday. These are Professor Zhang from China, and Dr. Laurent and Dr. Andrew from Germany, all of whom specialize in motor neuron medicine. They are here today to conduct a detailed assessment of Seiichi's condition."
He spoke elegantly, behaved properly, and had sincere eyes. He had none of the arrogance of a rich young master, which made people feel good about him.
When introducing the experts, he made a point of speaking in both Japanese and English to facilitate communication between Yukimura's parents and the foreign experts. His attention to detail warmed the hearts of Yukimura's parents.
Dr. Laurent, the attending physician, stepped forward, nodded to Yukimura's parents, and said in somewhat broken Japanese, "Mr. Yukimura, Mrs. Yukimura, I will do my best."
Yukimura's father, Yukimura Masaya, grasped his hand, his voice slightly hoarse: "Please."
While Yukimura's father was talking to the doctor, Yukimura's mother, Yukimura Yuko, was holding Mochizuki Ryo's hand with a grateful expression.
Yukimura Yuko, having just observed Mochizuki Ryo's efficient manners, looked at him with admiration and affection, and sincerely said, "You must be Ryo, thank you so much, child."
"Auntie, please don't say that." Mochizuki Ryou's tone was natural, neither overly enthusiastic nor distant. "Seiichi is my friend, it's only right that I come to help."
The small talk didn't take too long.
The ward quickly became bustling with activity. Nurses brought in various instruments and began to conduct a more detailed examination on Yukimura. The experts also got to work, reviewing previous medical records and exchanging whispers, their tone professional and meticulous.
Mochizuki Ryo retreated to a corner, leaned against the wall, and stared intently at Yukimura as he cooperated with the experts to undergo various examinations.
At this moment, he was even more nervous than Yukimura himself; his knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned white, and he even breathed a little softer.
His nervousness was all too obvious.
Yukimura noticed it immediately. Meeting his worried gaze, Yukimura's heart stirred slightly, a gentle smile appeared on his lips, and he gently shook his head at him to indicate that he was alright.
Yukimura's parents stood to the side, watching Mochizuki Ryo's appearance. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with smiles. This child appeared gentle and refined, but he was a thoughtful and warm-hearted boy, and his concern for their son was direct and clear.
As each test result came out, Wang Yueling listened intently. Although she didn't understand most of the medical terms, she could glean some information from the German old man Laurent's expression.
His heart raced when the old man frowned, and he breathed a sigh of relief when the old man nodded.
They went back and forth like this for almost two hours.
Seeing him so agitated, like an ant on a hot pan, Yukimura Yuko walked over and said softly, "Ling, aren't you tired of standing like that? Sit down and rest for a bit."
"It's alright, Auntie, I'm not tired. I'm more comfortable standing."
Yukimura Yuko was amused by him and didn't say anything more, but there was something more in her eyes when she looked at him.
The examination was completed in about half an hour.
The experts gathered in a corner of the ward and discussed in hushed tones for more than ten minutes. Finally, Dr. Laurent stepped forward and spoke to the Yukimura family with a somewhat direct and assertive tone. Mochizuki Ryo quietly translated from the side.
"Yukimura's condition is much better than we expected. The extent of nerve damage has not expanded, and all indicators are within a controllable range. It's just that the recovery is relatively slow."
As Wang Yueling translated this, she felt as if something had squeezed her heart.
Fortunately, good news came soon after.
"The surgery can proceed as planned."
Laurent continued, "The postoperative recovery can only be accurately assessed after the surgery, but based on the current data, the probability of regaining athletic ability is high. Over the next week, we will conduct some more detailed examinations and adjust the surgical plan, and the surgery can be scheduled in a week."
These words were like a reassuring pill, putting everyone at ease.
The ward was silent for two seconds.
Then came the suppressed sobs of Yukimura's mother. She covered her mouth, her eyes reddening. Yukimura's father put his arm around her shoulder, his own eyes also reddening.
Yukimura sat on the bed with a smile on his face, but tears were glistening in his eyes.
After calming herself down, Yukimura Yuko raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice slightly choked with emotion: "That's wonderful, that's really wonderful. Thank you, experts, thank you, Xiaoling."
"Auntie, you're too kind."
Wang Yueling smiled, the weight in her heart finally lifted, and her little tiger teeth appeared as she smiled, like a child who had received candy. She raised an eyebrow at Yukimura, her eyes filled with a hint of smugness, as if to say: See, I told you you would get better.
Under his tender, subtly loving gaze, Yukimura's heart quickened. He quickly looked away, his ears flushing a faint pink, and turned to his parents beside him, his voice a little unnatural: "Mom, Dad..."
Wang Yueling couldn't help but laugh as she watched him frantically trying to comfort his parents.
He took out his phone and sent two messages to his assistant:
I need two people to bring the food containers I left in the car upstairs.
[At noon, book a restaurant according to the medical team's preferences.]
After waiting for his assistant's reply, he put away his phone and walked to Yukimura's bedside.
"Seiichi".
Yukimura looked up at him.
Wang Yueling took the miniature doll she had finished making from her coat pocket and handed it over: "This is for you."
Yukimura took it, glanced at it, and froze.
This is a miniature version of Mochizuki Ryo, made with exquisite detail. From the hair color to the clothing details, every part is meticulously crafted. The doll is wearing Hyotei's school uniform, with a slight smile on its lips and bright blue eyes. Even the small mole on the right corner of its mouth is exactly the same.
"This... you made it yourself?" Yukimura looked up, his eyes full of surprise.
"Hmm," Mochizuki Ryou said casually, "I had nothing better to do, so I gave it to you."
Yukimura looked at the doll in his hand, then at Mochizuki Ryo, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.
"Thank you," he said softly.
"You're welcome."
Wang Yueling put her hands in her pockets, her posture carefree, and her lazy tone was half-smiling, "Now that you have this little doll of mine, you can scold me anytime you're in a bad mood."
Yukimura was amused by his words, and his eyes crinkled with laughter.
The sunlight outside the window was perfect, shining into the ward and onto everyone in the room.
It's a warm and cozy place here.
Meanwhile, the Hyotei Academy tennis club was shrouded in a somber atmosphere.