Net King's Absolute Shutdown

"The medicine is in my tennis bag, next to the white wristband." After speaking to Ryoma, I felt even more uncomfortable, and it was very difficult to breathe. It seemed that the years I had experienced were about to start to emerge in front of my eyes again. No way. , absolutely not.

"Don't think so much, you lose if you lose, you must control your emotions!" Long Ma hurriedly ran to the tennis bag I put aside, looking for things, and finally saw the white one. Wristband, and then rushed to the field with the box of medicine next to it.

After drinking the water and taking the medicine, I felt that the colic was better. I propped myself on the ground, breathing heavily, not knowing what to do.

"Referee, we abstain." After Ryoma finished speaking, he put the towel around my neck, and then shouted at the stunned person over there: "Hurry up and help!"

"Hey, what's going on here?" Atobe reacted first, and then hurriedly asked Ryoma.

this?Ryoma didn't know whether to say it or not, but the person in front of him was Lyu's own brother. If he didn't say it, he didn't know what would happen to Lyu, who didn't know how to take care of himself.

"Qianye has a problem with his heart. If his mood fluctuates greatly, his heartbeat will speed up, his breathing will become short of breath, and he may even die. So once his mood fluctuates, he must be suppressed with sedative drugs, because he needs to take sedative drugs, so Qianye's muscles have no tension." Ryoma explained to everyone.

Listening to Ryoma's explanation, my face became even more gloomy. This time, I let everyone know that my emotions cannot fluctuate, so if anyone wants to kill me in the future, then just use stimulation directly. The stimulation doesn't matter, but once it touches my bottom line, I will become very emotionally uncontrollable, just like now.

"Oh my god? There's something wrong with Death's heart?"

"It's so powerful, he can still play tennis?"

"No way? How could Qianye be like this?"

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With Ryoma's explanation, there was an uproar outside the court, and Byodoin Phoenix didn't expect it to be like this. A teenager with a heart problem actually played tennis so hard, and even played the title of God of Death. It should mean that this boy likes tennis very much, but his physique determines that he can't play it so seriously.

"I'm sorry." Byodoin Phoenix said lightly, he didn't expect things to turn out like this.

"I should say I'm sorry. I didn't expect to be so weak. I'm sorry." After calming down, I stood up with my cold face, bowed to Byodoin Phoenix and left the venue.

Walking out of the arena, I looked at the sky, and it seemed that it was destined by God. I was destined not to have a good body. Although this heart disease is not that kind of heart disease, it is all related to the heart. Although I can exercise, But it is absolutely necessary to control emotions, not to have any emotions.

Anyway, I am an iceberg with facial paralysis, and it doesn't matter to me whether I have emotions or not, but I can't accept my weakness. I used to call out this "weakness" to others, but now I have become myself. It feels so bad, so painful.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? What's the matter with your heart?" Atobe followed quickly.

"It's nothing, it's not a heart attack, it's just that the walls of the arteries are thin, and the blood pressure cannot break through the walls of the arteries." I said the words in the medical book seriously. It's just the bugs above.

Atobe narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.

"Then why don't you go to heal?" Bu Er said angrily, how can a person treat himself like this?

"The doctor said that the success rate is less than 10%." I clenched my fist subconsciously. I looked at the ground and said in a low voice. The success rate of Xingcun's operation is between 30% and 40%, but I only have 10%. Possibility, the possibility of 1% less, is a huge risk, let alone dozens of percent.

"How could it be like this?" Everyone who heard what I said unanimously said, how could it be like this?With such a small success rate, there is no chance of winning at all. Isn't this a dead end?

I don't know how it could be like this?Some people have suffered from this disease in previous lives, but many of them died in their twenties, and many of them were not yet adults. Now, my symptoms are becoming more and more obvious, so I may not live long. .