Sports medicine starts with the Sun Miracle Doctor

Chapter 140 The God of War also needs a perfect curtain call

At the Phoenix Airport, Redondo, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, was waiting at the pick-up gate.

He felt that sunglasses and a hat were unnecessary. This was not Italy and no one knew him.

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared at the passenger exit.

Also wearing sunglasses, with long flowing brown hair tied up with a hair tie, he strode out while pushing the luggage trolley.

He obviously saw Redondo and waved immediately.

When the two met, they looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Redondo turned around and hugged Batty's wife, Elena, and asked how the child was doing.

"Very good." Elena did not let go of Redondo immediately, but whispered thank you in Redondo's ear.

She is Buddy's pillow, and she knows her husband's situation best.

The cartilage in both feet is worn out, and every time he takes a step, it is a silent torture for Batty, especially after the game. Fans only care about how many goals Batty scored today, but they never know. , when Bati returned home, it hurt so much that he had to be helped to go to the toilet.

Not to mention, many times Barty had to rely on painkillers and occlusive injections to be able to play.

"Need not."

Redondo let go of Elena and said hello to Batty's agent Aloysio.

"Let's go."

Several people got in the car and headed to the clinic.

In the spacious business car, Redondo and Batty sat side by side, but they said nothing.

After a long while, Barty was the first to break the silence: "Fernando, if you are so enthusiastic about introducing doctors to me, aren't you worried that if I cure him, you will squeeze out Crespo's position next year?"

I am getting old myself.

As the World Cup approaches, some voices have emerged in Argentina. They feel that their condition has declined significantly and they are no longer worthy of the starting position. Crespo, who is in better condition, should be given.

In the national team, the relationship between Redondo and Crespo is better.

At least it's better than myself.

Especially when it came to cutting my hair.

He was forced to cut it under pressure, but Redondo resisted the pressure and did not cut it.

Although Redondo did not blame himself in this matter, Batty was left with a knot in his heart.

He felt that he had done nothing wrong. Although his beloved had long hair, he could not give up fighting for his country because of his long hair.

But some media called him a weakling and compared him with Redondo.

Redondo shook his head: "I didn't think about it that much. I just think that if this is our last World Cup, it would be a pity if you can't participate, I mean healthy."

Barty stared at Redondo, wondering if this was true.

"Actually, I have always admired you." Redondo smiled: "I still remember the first time we met. I remember that you were quite fat at the time."

A flash of embarrassment flashed in Barty's eyes, and he remembered that game.

"I remember you had Fabry, and Diego's brother, and then we won and I scored two goals."

Redondo nodded: "Yes, a little unknown team from Reconquista actually beat us. It's incredible."

At that time, the Argentine youth team was the top team in the league.

It's like Phoenix formed a local basketball team and beat the Lakers.

"Ugo told me at that time that you were so good that you might become a star like his brother. At that time, I was still a little unconvinced because I didn't stop you." Redondo smiled and added: "It later proved that, Hugo was right, you became the best player in the world."

"One." Barty added, but there was no pride in his eyes.

In world football, besides him, who else can be called the God of War?

Redondo smiled and said: "So, even if the God of War is about to take a curtain call, shouldn't he also have a perfect curtain call?"

Others don't know, but Redondo knows that this should be Batty's last World Cup.

If this is a hero's last battle, he shouldn't fight with baggage, old wounds, and regrets.

Batty's eyes fluctuated a little, and he hummed softly: "I don't know if this Chen you are talking about can cure me."

Redondo reached out and patted Batty on the shoulder and asked, "Then why are you here."

Barty curled his lips and stopped talking.

After a pause, Barty asked again: "By the way, is Jordan at the clinic?"

Batty, who has been tall since he was a child, actually didn't start playing football until he was 11 years old. Before that, he preferred basketball and volleyball.

And everyone who likes basketball knows Jordan.

"If you came a day later, you might not see him. He will be leaving tomorrow." Jordan's training is coming to an end and he is preparing to return to Washington.

Barty couldn't help but sigh: "I can't believe he's back again."

Soon, the car arrived at the clinic.

Several people got out of the car and headed to the medical center. Batty looked around and complained, "Don't he even welcome us?"

And there wasn’t even a reporter.

In Italy and Argentina, wherever he goes, he is always the center of attention.

If you go to the hospital, the director of the hospital will come out to greet you personally.

But here...

Redondo said: "Forget it, don't forget that you are in the United States. They are not interested in football. In Chen's heart, you are just an ordinary patient. Be polite later, because there may be only Chen in the world." Only then can I cure you.”

Speaking of this, Redondo remembered when he came to the United States to find Chen Yu.

No one dared to threaten himself with or without treatment like Chen Yu did.

But as unruly as he was, he finally bowed his head.

And looking back now, Redondo doesn't regret the decision he made.

Barty didn't say anything, and he didn't comment.    At the medical center, Lexie received several people.

"Chen is undergoing surgery. I'll arrange for you to stay first." Chen Yu was performing patellar ligament repair surgery on McDyess.

This kind of treatment convinced Barty that here, he was either the famous football god of war Barty, or just an ordinary patient.

But thinking about it, Ronaldo, the alien, did not receive any preferential treatment here, and he was mentally balanced again.

In the operating room, Chen Yu used a drill to carefully polish and correct the edge of the patellar ligament, then drilled a hole, used a special thread to tighten and fix the broken ligament, and then used a suture device to suture the broken ligament.

This is a minimally invasive surgery.

Chen Yu knows very well that it is not his surgical techniques that can completely restore the ligaments, but the effect of systemic treatment.

In this case, if you can choose minimally invasive surgery with smaller wounds, why do you need to operate on a large area?

The damage to players is also less.

Under the full sight, the ligaments were sewn together, and the broken capillaries in the ligaments could not wait to start growing and connecting together.

It has to be diamond level, and the effect is really immediate.

Pulling out the arthroscope, Chen Yu nodded to William, indicating that the subsequent external fixation work would be left to him, and left the operating room.

Buddy is here today.

At the same time, Deisler will also arrive tomorrow.

Hearing that Buddy had been arranged to stay by Lexi, Chen Yu did not go to see him and turned around to gain experience while there was still time.

With the addition of several more patients, the demand for therapeutic effects in rehabilitation has become greater.

There is also a therapeutic effect. If he can reach diamond level, Chen Yu would still prefer to use diamond level, which will have better effects.

After hastily completing yet another minimally invasive surgery for disc herniation, Chen Yu was ready to go to Mercy Arena.

The last preseason game is today.

Suns vs. Nuggets.

A few days later, the Suns' opening game was also against the Nuggets.

Skiles wanted a good start, so this game was a preview of the opening game.

The game was at 6 p.m., more than two hours in advance, and Su Yu rushed to the US West Arena.

Many domestic reporters have already arrived.

Today's game is also the Nuggets' last preseason game.

There is no conclusion yet on whether Butler's training camp contract can be converted into a formal contract, or whether he can ultimately stay in the NBA.

"Actually, I feel that the Nuggets management is interested in Butler. After all, McDyess is out for the season, and any Western Conference team that wants to make a difference in the Western Conference must have someone strong enough in the interior who can Players who faced off against O'Neal," Xinhua News Agency reporter Xu Jicheng analyzed.

Su Yan agreed with this analysis, and then said: "The trouble now is domestic. Butler will return to China next month to participate in the Ninth National Games. I don't know how Lao Xia and Shougang communicate."

Several reporters gathered together, and the more they communicated, the colder their hearts became.

"Forget it, don't think so much, just do your best and listen to fate." Su Yu sighed for the last time, bringing an end to this heavy topic.

It's almost time, and everyone is ready to go to the player tunnel to block the Nuggets players.

At this moment, Zhang Yi, a reporter from "Basketball" magazine, ran over panting and told several people a piece of news.

Jordan is coming to watch the game.

"If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot that Jordan is still in Phoenix." Su Yu suddenly realized.

In fact, after tracking and reporting on the Nuggets, they were preparing to move to Washington.

The opening game between the Wizards and the Knicks has become the most watched game in the United States.

Originally, today's attendance was average.

After all, it's just a preseason game.

But Jordan's unexpected arrival immediately made fans who bought tickets feel like they had gotten something.

On the court, Jordan, who was dressed in casual clothes, hugged Hardaway, Ewing and others.

"What is Hakeem doing?" Jordan pointed at Olajuwon who was practicing Wuqinxi on the sidelines and asked Ewing next to him.

Ewing asked back: "Aren't you in Chen's clinic? Don't you know Wu Qin Xi?"

"I know, I just can't figure it out, why is he still practicing at this time with so many people watching?" Of course Jordan knows Wu Qin Xi.

At one time, Chen Yu also arranged for him to practice.

Then he was rejected by Jordan with a fierceness that threatened him to death.

He couldn't accept it anyway, so he shrank his arms and acted like an ape.

But now there are many fans seated and there are reporters on the sidelines. Olajuwon is practicing as if there is no one on the sidelines. It is so shameful.

Ewing shrugged: "He doesn't care, and he likes it. What can we do?"

Jordan had noticed that many reporters were filming Olajuwon, shuddered, and asked no more questions.

At the same time, Su Yu and others who rushed to the scene saw Jordan and Olajuwon on the sidelines.

"That's Olajuwon, what is he doing?" Xu Jicheng pointed blankly at the sidelines.

Su Yu and others looked at each other, as if they were doing a warm-up action, but this action became more and more familiar the more they looked at it.

"Is this... Wu Qin Xi?" Su Yu said uncertainly.

His old man would hang out in the park when he had nothing to do. He himself was also in the park and had seen many old men practicing this traditional fitness technique.

But this is America!

Olajuwon, who was about to be 39 years old and at the end of his career, was practicing Wuqinxi like an old man. Su Yu suddenly thought of the American reporter's joking name for the Suns.

This is really a team of old, weak, sick and disabled!

(End of this chapter)