Net King Whale Fall

Sanada Ling was playing Xiaoxiao in the car. After playing two games, she found it boring. The car window was halfway down. Sanada Ling turned her head and looked at Kudo Shinichi's villa. What on earth were she talking about? It takes so long to talk.

It was still early, and Sanada Ling had no patience to wait any longer, and she was even less interested in shopping. She asked Ah Da to drive her to the shooting gallery, and it would be better to shoot a few rounds than to waste time here.

But I received a call halfway. It was... Ryoko Atobe, Keigo Atobe's mother.

During this period, Ryoko Atobe would call from time to time, but she didn't talk about anything specific. Occasionally, Sanada Ling could hear the voice from the other side explaining the work in English, but she understood the meaning of the call.

"Hey, Auntie Atobe, good day."

When Ryoko Atobe heard the other party's calm voice throughout, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "Lingling, I called your home today. Keiko said that you came to Tokyo with your brother to play. I wonder if you have time to come to your aunt's house. Have dinner.”

I have heard this title many times, but I still feel a little awkward.

Sanada Ling: "I'm sorry, Aunt Atobe. My brother and his friends have something to discuss. It's not over yet. I guess I can't go."

Okay, Ryoko Atobe changed the subject, "Do you have time then, Lingling? It doesn't necessarily mean that you need to eat, but there is a little problem with Keigo."

Sanada Ling looked at the retreating scenery and asked, "What happened to Keigo?"

Ryoko Atobe thought it was not bad, at least she took the initiative to ask, "Keigo fell from the ladder a few days ago. There is no big problem, but the doctor said he needs to be hospitalized for observation for a few more days."

"If you have time, can Lingling go to the hospital to see Jingwu?"

Ryoko Atobe had no choice. None of them could let go of the video, especially Keigo. No matter how much she tried to persuade her, she couldn't stand it and her son wouldn't listen at all. The relationship between the two of them was also a bit stiff.

Atobe Ryoko was also worried that her girlfriend would lose her cool if she continued to be so calm, so she had to find a way to meet her and explain things clearly in person.

Sanada Ling frowned and fell from the ladder. Is there anything Keigo Atobe needs to climb at home? Sanada Ling was silent for a moment and said, "Aunt Atobe, I have time now. Please tell me the room where Keigo is hospitalized. I will go there right away."

Ryoko Atobe: "That's great. No, Auntie will send it to you right now."

After hanging up the phone, Sanada Ling told Ah Da, "Turn around, let's go to the hospital."

At such a close distance, Ah Da could clearly hear what Atobe Ryoko said, so naturally there was no problem.

I don’t know if he said hello in advance, but when Sanada Ling passed by, the bodyguard waiting at the door opened the door without asking a question, "Ms. Sanada, please."

The hospital, no matter how high-end the decoration, could not get rid of the smell of disinfectant all over the room. Atobe Keigo was lying on the hospital bed, sleeping, with an IV drip still on his right hand.

Sanada Ling got closer and found that they hadn't seen each other for a while. Keigo Atobe had lost a lot of weight. His face looked smaller and he looked tired. Even when he was asleep, his eyebrows were furrowed.

Sanada Ling sat on a chair nearby. She also needed to think about it.

As his eyes turned, he accidentally glanced at Atobe Keigo's exposed little finger. This is not the key. The key is that on the edge of the snow-white quilt, a little red on the phalanges is particularly obvious. Is it injured?

Sanada Ling gently opened the quilt a little, revealing his complete palms. Sanada Ling saw a pair of scarred hands. The finger bones were all covered with skin-breaking wounds. They were very deep and seemed to have been caused recently.

However, Sanada Ling stood up and looked at the same wound on his left hand.

Sanada Ling's hand lifting the quilt paused slightly. She was also half a forensic doctor. She knew very well how such wounds were caused, but these injuries should not appear on Atobe Keigo.

Atobe Keigo was still sleeping, maybe due to the effect of the medicine, he was sleeping deeply.

Sanada Ling moved her hands very lightly, lifting the quilt and unbuttoning Keigo Atobe's hospital gown. What she saw was not what she expected. There were purple bruises all over her waist and abdomen, and her ribs were covered with bruises. There is also obvious redness and swelling.

He was beaten, and hard.

But if it wasn't for his own permission, who could have broken through the many bodyguards and was beaten by Atobe Keigo.    Very good, really good.

Sanada Ling was merciless and pressed directly on the bruise. The sudden sting made Atobe Keigo wake up instantly. His brows were full of irritation. Before he could speak, he met Sanada Ling's indifferent eyes.

Atobe Keigo was stuck, his lips trembled, and he called out in a low voice, "Ling."

He didn't even care about the way his clothes were open. Under Sanada Ling's extremely cold gaze, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

Sanada Ling said quietly, "Are you awake? Let's chat."

Atobe Keigo tried to explain, but his current state was too obvious, and he swallowed back the explanation when it came to his lips, and only repeated one word, "Ling."

Sanada Ling: "If you can't tell, then I'll ask and you answer."

"Atobe Keigo, are you planning to change careers? The heir is no longer in the job and you want to participate in the competition, right?"

"What are you playing, fighting, Muay Thai, or boxing? Do you need me to applaud you in the audience?"

When Atobe Keigo heard his name, his eyes trembled, and he weakly defended, "It was accidental."

Sanada Ling chuckled, but the laughter was so cold that it chilled people's hearts. Sanada Ling raised her hand and pressed the scar on his ribs, applying pressure slowly.

Atobe Keigo's face turned pale, and layers of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. It did hurt a little, but it was still bearable.

"Your mother called me and asked me to come over. She said that you accidentally fell off the ladder and asked me to come and see you."

"Now you answer me, did you do it accidentally or on purpose?"

Atobe Keigo gritted his teeth and tried to keep his voice steady, "It was an accident."

"In the study, when I was picking up a book, I accidentally stepped on it and the servant didn't notice."

Sanada Ling hummed, "Then guess, will I believe it?"

Atobe Keigo was silent. He was enduring the pain and enjoying it.

Sanada Ling noticed it, stared at him for a while, and then suddenly let go, "What do you want to do?"

He was still having difficulty with the infusion, so Atobe Keigo managed to tie a few buttons with shaking hands to cover up his embarrassment.

What does he want to do?

He didn't want to do anything.

The broken hair on his forehead blocked Atobe Keigo's eyes, and Sanada Ling couldn't see his expression clearly. After a while, he heard his voice, "The words "empathy" did not come out of thin air. I can't just say a few words afterwards. Do you feel pain or are you okay? Just leave it blank."

What Atobe Keigo couldn't bear the most was that he was the culprit who caused Sanada Ling's serious injury. He prayed for Sanada Ling to wake up countless times, hoped that Sanada Ling would recover, and wanted to execute all the people who harmed her, but in the end he found out that he was one of them.

How could Atobe Keigo accept this? He couldn't accept it or face it.

He could only use the stupidest method to recreate Sanada Ling's injuries. What it felt like to be hit, and what it felt like to fall from a high altitude. You have to try it to know, rather than just talking about it later.

"I'm fine. I'm just learning fighting from the coach recently. Bumps and bumps are inevitable. They're all skin injuries."

He couldn't even find a gun. Ever since he had this idea, he had been controlled by his parents. He could only do this to the greatest extent.

Less than one percent of what it was then. (End of chapter)