Chapter 4 was blown up by a fruit juicer

  Dr. Kawashima listened to Sugimura's explanation, shouldered his medical bag and followed Sugimura with his assistant in a hurry.

  Arriving at the Sugiyama residence, upon seeing the girl lying in bed with a wound on her chest, his entire face fell.

  "What the hell is going on with this girl?! Can't just jump into a giant fruit juicer and get blown up, then crawl out and get hacked by someone with a knife?! Ah!!! Where are the needles and threads?! Such a huge wound... need to transfuse blood and disinfect ASAP! If we're late, someone's really going to die!!"

  The noisy little room became a temporary operating room. Yukimura was pushed out by Kawashima, and for a moment the whole room was filled with blood, only the doctor and nurse were frantically jumping around inside, plus one unconscious patient.

  Koumura stood outside, dazed and unsure of what to do. When he looked down, he saw that his clothes were already stained red - he hadn't even noticed in the chaos earlier. Only now did he realize that a patch of blood had appeared on his chest. No wonder Mr. Kawashima had rushed over as soon as he heard Koumura's explanation. But was it okay for someone to lose so much blood? She had already lost a lot in that narrow alley just now.

  After the surgery, Kawashima-san carefully examined Yukimura's entire body and naturally didn't miss the mark on his right wrist - even if it wasn't a fracture, being grasped tightly by someone wouldn't leave no marks at all.

  While applying some medicinal liquor to Kōmura's wound and bandaging it, Kawashima said grumblingly, "Your temperament is such that you'd rather die than lose at tennis. With this medicine applied, you'll be fine for tomorrow's match. If not, originally taking a few days off from practice would have been good for your hand, but with you playing tennis, who knows, it might end up being ruined."

  Koumura smiled wryly and didn't say he wouldn't go play basketball tomorrow. Because what Kawashima-san said was also correct, he couldn't refute it. It's just that the thing he promised to do with the coach tomorrow really can't be done now.

  That child needs someone to take care of him after all!

  After finishing packing, Kawashima uncle took his things and left a sentence 'If anything happens, call me next door.' Then he left with his assistant.

  Before the spring break in Sagimura, news of his sister Shizue's severe illness suddenly arrived from his grandfather in the United States, so Sagimura Kaito and Sagimura Suzune hurriedly went to the US, leaving Sagimura Seiichi, who was still in school, in the care of Kawashima.

  At this moment, Yukimura looked at the girl on the bed who had already been tidied up and even changed her clothes, and couldn't help but secretly let out a sigh of relief. If his parents were home, he really didn't know how to explain bringing back a girl who was injured like this.

  The room was thick with the smell of blood, which was a bit overwhelming and made one's nose uncomfortable. Fortunately, Sugimura stepped forward and opened the window to ventilate, making it feel slightly better when breathing.

  He let out a soft sigh and turned around, walking closer to the girl's bedside.

  Her sleeping posture was no different from when she leaned against the wall earlier, still quiet and gentle, half a day had passed and she hadn't moved at all, nor did I see any rise and fall of her chest or abdomen to indicate whether she was breathing.

  The only difference is that pair of pure black eyes, which are closed at this moment.