death of hope

"Medical kit! Someone help get one!"

Tetsuya called for help, but no one responded.

The little boy who had been watching from the sidelines took action. He was the son of the cleaner.

The little guy is a warm-hearted person. He holds a backpack with a red cross on it and climbs up the straw stack like a mountain climber:

"Big brother! Here you go!"

"Thanks, little brother~"

Toru also took the medical bag and lightly bumped fists with the child:
"Why are you willing to help brother?"

"The big black guy opposite, I saw him taking medicine in the waiting room before he came on the field! He's cheating!"

The boy said angrily: "When I play video games, I hate cheating the most!"

The referee shouted: "Whose child is it? Get away quickly!"

The cleaning lady apologized profusely and dragged the little guy away.

Tetsuya raised his hand and said, "Apply for a quarter-hour extension of rest time. Contestant No. 15 needs emergency medical treatment."

The referee stared at him with an unhappy expression and said reluctantly: "The second round will start with a 10-minute delay!"

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Jinguji Takatoshi sat on a plastic stool, breathing heavily, and blood was flowing.

"Can you persist? Don't force yourself, otherwise we will quit the game." Cheru also handed over a bottle of water.

"I'm in very good condition. I'll definitely deal with him next round!"

The 350 ml plastic bottle of drinking water was held in Long Jun's big hand, as small as oral liquid.

He raised his neck, drank it down, took another bottle, drank it all in one gulp, and started coughing.

"Drink slowly, don't choke!" Tetsuya patted his back like a door panel: "You look terrible."

"Now...everything I see is red."

"Then stop the bleeding first."

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Tetsuya opened the medical bag and found a bottle of 3M wound adhesive.
Squeeze out a little, glue the skin crack on the brow bone, put on a disinfectant patch, and wrap a cotton bandage around the forehead a few times.

"How's your breathing?"

"My nose is stuffy, as if I have a cold." Long Jun breathed through his mouth.

"That's because the blood has dried up and blocked the respiratory tract. Let's straighten your crooked nose first. It will hurt a bit, so hold on."

"Come on, I'm not afraid of pain." "Crack!"

"Hey hey!"

"Hmph, who just said you're not afraid of pain~"

Toru also straightened the bridge of his nose, took out a sterile cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, inserted it into his nostril, and then took it out.

"Now, blow it hard! Just like you would blow your nose when you have a cold!"

"It's ventilated! I feel much more comfortable, Master, you know so much..."

"Now is not the time for flattery. Raise your arms and let me touch your ribs. Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt..."

"Your bone density is incredible, and this goes on and on."

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Toru also checked the bruises on his body, massaged his joints, and wiped his face with disinfectant wipes:

"Longjun, you only have one round at most, and the wound will bleed again by then.

Moreover, based on Big Black Bear's past methods, if he encounters a tough opponent like you, he will definitely increase the dosage of medicine in the next round.

I don’t want to see you being seriously injured and Yuna crying...

If there is no winner in the next round, regardless of whether you want it or not, I will apply to terminate the game as a coach and admit defeat directly. Do you understand? ! "

"One round is enough." Long Jun said confidently.

"If you still want to win, listen to me. The current situation is not good for you. You are too far behind.

Your wound will burst at any time. There is no time to test the opportunity anymore. You have to break the boat and fight more aggressively! "

"I understand... I must win this game, rent a house, move out with my sister, stay away from those bastard adoptive parents, and stop being so angry with me!"

Che was also a little moved: (This guy... was beaten into a pig's head, and he still thinks about his sister...)
"Clang clang clang!"

The staff rang the bell:

"Second round, start!"

Long Jun stood up and bumped his gloves:

"Okay!"

(I’m going!)