vrcanaries Chapter 141 Broken Wings
Chapter 141 Broken Wings
It was late at night at the Tokyo University Medical Hospital. The moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on this quiet and heavy land.
The lights in the intensive care unit are bright, but it is difficult to dispel the depression and despair in the air.
Mamoru Takamura, the Japanese national treasure boxing champion who was once so fast and full of vigor in the arena, is now lying quietly on the hospital bed, like a sculpture forgotten by time.
His body was filled with all kinds of tubes and instruments, and only the monotonous "beep...beep..." sound of the electrocardiogram monitor was still stubbornly announcing the faint existence of his life.
The door hinge slowly turned, making a low sound, which was the wheel of fortune slowly rolling by.
The doctor, dressed in a spotless white medical gown, stepped heavily into this space filled with tension and expectation.
His face was mostly hidden by the mask, but his tired and deep eyes revealed a heaviness that was difficult to conceal.
Kyoka Takamura, Mamoru's sister, stood aside, her hands clenched into fists, her nails deeply dug into her palms. Only in this way could she feel a trace of real pain and use this to fight against the boundless darkness that was about to come.
Next to her was her younger brother, Yingcun Xiaodu, a young boy in his prime, but his childishness had faded away overnight, and his eyes were filled with deep fear.
He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were red, tears were rolling in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to fall. It was his unwillingness to accept the reality and his endless worry for his brother.
"Mr. Takamura Mamoru..." The doctor finally spoke in a low and slow voice, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of everyone present, "He suffered an unprecedented severe injury during the game, causing him to completely lose consciousness below the neck and become paralyzed.
We have tried our best, but…” At this point, the doctor’s voice trembled slightly and he paused for a moment.
He seemed to be looking for the right words to ease this cruel fact, "But the situation is indeed not optimistic."
These words, like a bucket of cold water on a winter day, completely extinguished the faint flame of hope in Kyoka's heart.
Her body swayed slightly and it looked like she would fall to the ground at any moment, but with her amazing willpower, she managed to keep her footing.
She closed her eyes and let the tears slide silently down her cheeks and drip onto the cold ground. Each drop carried endless pain and despair.
Her heart was torn into millions of pieces at this moment, and the pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe.
Seeing this, Xiaodu could no longer control his emotions, tears burst out like a dam breaking, he choked with sobs, his voice trembling, "No... Impossible! Even an adult black bear can't beat Shou Ge, he is so strong, so brave... How could he be defeated by fate..."
His voice was full of helplessness and unwillingness. It was a complaint against the unfairness of fate, as well as a deep love and reluctance to part with his brother.
The doctor stood silently by, watching this scene, feeling mixed emotions.
He patted Xiaodu's shoulder gently, which was a silent comfort. He knew that words were pale at this moment, and only companionship and understanding could slightly alleviate the pain in the hearts of the patient's family.
The moonlight outside the window was still cold, but inside the room, there was a different scene of life and death.
On this night played by fate, some people are experiencing the most difficult and darkest moments of their lives.
Manager Yagi stood aside and witnessed the scene, he was also heartbroken.
He knew very well that every moment of silence at this moment was the best respect for the injured, so he chose to accompany quietly and support Eagle Village with silence.
Agent Tang Yin was in a corner of the intensive care unit when his cell phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence in the room.
He quickly picked up the phone, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and then he tiptoed to the door. Obviously, the message coming from the other end of the phone was something he didn't want the people in the room to hear.
As the night faded, the morning light gradually filled the hospital.
The people from Kamogawa Boxing Gym finally rushed to the hospital with deep concern and worry for Takamura Mamoru.
The arrival of President Kamogawa, Ippo, Kimura, Aoki, Itagaki, Luo Hao and other main boxers added a bit of warmth and humanity to this cold ward.
Luo Hao, this young and energetic boxer, was still immersed in the glory of Mamoru Takamura as the WBC world heavyweight champion yesterday, but today he witnessed the fragility and helplessness of his predecessor with his own eyes.
Takamura Mamoru's current situation was like a heavy punch that hit his heart hard.
Kyoka's words, like the cold reality, painted a bleak future for Takamura Mamoru. The despair of being paralyzed from the neck down, and the inability of current medical technology to treat it, filled Luo Hao's heart with shock and reflection.
He recalled that Coach Kuronouchi was forced to retire due to brain damage, and it sounded like a wake-up call in his heart.
Now, such a tragedy has befallen Mamoru Takamura again, making him begin to question whether boxing, the sport he loves and fights for, is really worth such sacrifice?
Fear, like an invisible hand, quietly climbed into Luo Hao's heart.
He began to think that boxing brought him not only honor and dreams, but also the huge risks and uncertainties hidden behind it.
This contradiction and struggle collided violently in his heart, making it difficult for him to control himself for a moment.
However, in this chaotic state of mind, a subtle sound broke the silence - Takamura Mamoru's eyes slowly opened.
He looked up at all the people from Kamogawa Gym and saw them standing in the ward, along with his sister Kyoka and his brother Xiaodu.
"What's wrong with you? So many people are standing in front of me and looking at me. Xiaodu, aren't you going to school? Are you guys free? Don't you have to train today? Old man, are you going to stay here too?"
As a result, Yingcun said a lot, but no one responded to him. The atmosphere was so depressing that it was suffocating.
He looked at this group of people who were silent, with dull and strange expressions, and couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in his heart.
So Yingcun tried to lift the quilt and sit up from the bed, but was surprised to find that his hands and feet had no reaction.
An ominous premonition instantly invaded his whole body like ice, causing his heart to tighten suddenly.
He tried again, and the result was the same, he had lost all feeling in his hands and feet.
"No...this is impossible!
Can any of you tell me why I can't move my hands or feet?"
At this time, no one still had the courage to face the unknown Eagle Village.
Because everyone knows that telling a boxer he's paralyzed from the neck down is worse than killing him.
"Squeak..."
Just then, the doctor pushed the door open and walked in. The cruelest words finally came out of the doctor's mouth.
"Mr. Takamura, our hospital has done its best, but you have to accept the reality that you are paralyzed from the neck down.
Your condition cannot be cured with current medical technology.
But please do not despair, medical technology is developing rapidly, and maybe new technology that can treat you will appear soon."
Yingcun is not a fool, so how could he not understand what the doctor meant? The first sentence was about his current condition, and the rest were words of comfort.
The doctor's words were like a bolt from the blue, completely breaking down Takamura Mamoru's last psychological defense.
His eyes lost focus in an instant, and the whole world lost its color at this moment.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes and slid down his face.
He felt unprecedented fear and despair, an indescribable pain that went deep into his bones.
"Why...why is this happening?" Takamura Mamoru roared.
But the only answer he got was the dead silence.
He could not accept this cruel reality. He used to be the invincible king in the boxing ring, but now he has lost even the most basic ability to move.
His heart completely collapsed at this moment.
He felt as if he was imprisoned in an invisible cage, surrounded by cold walls and endless darkness.
He struggled and roared, but to no avail.
He could only lie there helplessly, allowing despair and sadness to consume him.