in love with the prince of tennis

I struggled to drag Cilang into the room and put him on the bed, hum!I was so mad that none of the four of them came to help me.

"Sorrow~~~" Cilang wanted to stand up with tears in his eyes.

I hurriedly held him down and said, "Don't move."

When I dragged Jiro into the room, I found that his feet were not moving very well, as if he was injured.

"But...but..." Cilang looked at me unaffected, as if he already knew that I knew about his injury.

"But what is it?" I gave him a blank look, and if I was injured, I didn't rush to take the medicine, and I replied 'but...'.

Ci Lang covered his thigh, blinked his tears and said: "It will hurt, don't want it, okay?"

"Then how do I do it?" I replied while looking for the medicine box in the room.

"But I..." Ci Lang pouted, but he didn't want to take the medicine.

I dug out the medicine box, and hurriedly took out gauze, cotton swabs, alcohol, and red syrup, and then coaxed Cilang, "Cilang, please lie down, come on, take off your pants."

"No, sorry, no more, okay?" Ci Lang hid in a corner against the wall and sat down with the lightning speed of a sheep.

I turned over the bed with a lot of tools, squatted in front of him and said, "How is this possible? I promise, I'll be lighter, okay?"

"Then...then you have to be lighter." Cilang took off the sweatpants outside, everyone, don't think about it, Cilang still has a pair of boxers inside, not briefs.What's more, Cilang's boxer pants are from sheep, wow!

Looking at Cilang's wound, I broke out in sweat.

Atobe, are you really using Jirou as bait?Cilang's thighs are full of marks of being bitten by fish, my God!

"Enn, come on, relax."

After listening to my words, Cilang relaxed his tense body, and I quickly cleaned up the blood around him, as if I was too anxious and rubbed his wound.

"Well, ah~~~ pain~~~"

I put my hands together and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was too anxious."

"It's okay." Ci Lang squeezed out a smile and shook his head.

"Then shall I continue?"

"kindness."

"..."

This time I carefully applied the medicine to Jirou. To be honest, the yacht Atobe is really well equipped, even the medicine is so advanced.

"Ah~~~En~~~"

"Are you comfortable?" Gently applied red medicine to Cilang.

"En~~~ very...very comfortable...ah~~~"

Uh... It seems that I have painted too much. It seems that I can't be a doctor in the future. If I am so careless, if I become a doctor in the future and perform operations on patients, I will accidentally pull the knife, tweezers, etc. in the stomach of others. Oh no.

I helped Cilang up, and put on another pair of loose sweatpants for him, so that the wound would not be easily rubbed.

For some reason, Ryoma, Atobe, Fuji, and Yukimura suddenly opened the door, and saw Jiro and I in this posture.

Jiro leaned against the wall, put his arms around my shoulders, and faced Ryoma and the others; I pulled Jiro's pants up to my thighs, turned my back to Ryoma and the others, but turned my head to look at them.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing their question, Cilang and I looked at each other incomprehensibly, what are we doing?Isn't it medicine?