Sports medicine starts with the Sun Miracle Doctor

Chapter 250 I have too many titles, and I don’t lack this one.

After a heavy rain, the sky cleared up.

At 28:1.4 pm local time at Shizuoka Stadium, the stadium temperature was 47 degrees, the wind speed was meters per second, and the humidity was degrees Celsius.

As fans filled the stands, the heat began to fill the air.

"Dean, aren't you hot?" In front of the stadium, in the front row, Chen Yu, wearing short-sleeved shorts and sunglasses, turned to ask the tall man next to him.

This guy's name is Dean, and he is the bodyguard assigned to Chen Yu by the FBI for security reasons. He will be responsible for Chen Yu's personal safety before returning to the United States.

He was also wearing sunglasses now, but he was wearing a suit. He pursed his lips and glanced at everyone who passed by him indifferently.

Chen Yu felt hot looking at this outfit.

Dean looked like a cold agent, but after getting in touch with him, Chen Yu found that he talked a lot.

Sure enough, Chen Yu felt that he should have rolled his eyes under his sunglasses, and then said: "What do you think, my underwear is wet, okay, but there is nothing I can do. I have a weapon, so I must cover it up."

Everyone is here. What can Chen Yu do? He can only smile and nod.

There are some predictions that are accurate. He said that Brazil in Group C will join hands with the Chinese team to qualify. As a result, the Chinese team...

But the people around him had recognized him and seemed very excited.

Just as he was talking, a man approached and was stopped immediately by Dean.

When I went back to the hotel yesterday and chatted with Eriksson and the others, Eriksson complained about this matter, saying that he was sick and yet he didn't just stay in the hospital and make blind predictions.

Dean stood up depressed and stood aside.

In this World Cup, although Pele's crow's mouth no longer has the aura, for example, during the group stage, he predicted that both France and Argentina would qualify from the group stage, but they actually did.

He didn't have much airs, so he took the young man from before and greeted Chen Yu with a smile.

It’s better to have less contact with this kind of people.

Dean rolled his eyes silently and looked at Chen Yu with a very unhappy expression, as if to say whether he should refuse or not.

He was a young man wearing glasses. He glanced at Dean in surprise, and then said to Chen Yu: "Dr. Chen, Mr. Brat would like to invite you to the top box. It should be cooler there."

"Dr. Chen, can I sit down here?" Brat pointed to Dean's seat.

The most important thing is that the IRS has intervened. According to Contiguglia, wherever the IRS goes, not a blade of grass grows. Corruption within FIFA is a mess. This time Blatter will have to shed a layer of skin even if he is not dead.

But not long after, Blatter, wearing a white shirt, came to the sidelines in person.

"No, it's pretty good here. I just like to watch the football on the sidelines." Because Contiguglia often complained about Blatter, Chen Yu didn't have much fondness for the old man.

Chen Yu didn't expect that Brat would also come to the scene. After thinking about it for a moment, he still shook his head.

"Me?" Chen Yu thought for a moment and said, "Brazil, after all, Pele predicted that England would win."

Just yesterday, Pele, who was sick and hospitalized for the sake of the Brazilian team, was unwilling to be left alone. He once again praised the England team and said that England would advance to the semi-finals.

Blatter sat down. At the age of 66, his legs and feet were still flexible. He glanced at the players from the two teams on the stage and asked with a smile: "Dr. Chen, which team do you think can win?"

Seeing Chen Yu's refusal and Dean looking at him with an unfavorable expression, the young man hesitated and left with a smile.

Blatter was stunned for a moment, laughed, and thought Chen Yu was joking, saying: "Actually, I am quite optimistic about the Brazilian team. After all, Ronnie is the best player on the planet, especially when he is healthy."

Chen Yu nodded in agreement.

In the three group stage games, plus the 1/8 finals, Ronaldo is in hot form and has scored 5 goals, ranking first in the scorer list.

Blatter continued: "So I have always believed that the health of players is the most important. Only a healthy star can continue to provide the fans with the most exciting games."

Chen Yu turned his head and glanced at Bratt, feeling that the old man wanted to say something.

Blatter chuckled and said: "Dr. Chen, the game on the 18th was an accident. As I said to the media, it was a shameful game in the history of the World Cup. I never thought that Moreno would be the winner." For such a person, the work of the referee committee is not good enough."

"By the way, your injured player, Landon Donovan, how is he doing?"

Chen Yu looked at Bratt suspiciously and sneered in his heart.

It sounds like an apology, maybe not to clear up the relationship.

Moreno and Zheng Mengzhun were arrested one after another. Moreno is about to be extradited to the United States for trial. The old man is probably impatient.

However, you must have come to the wrong person to apologize.

"He is seriously injured, but I can treat him." Donovan has been admitted to the hospital and is waiting for his return to China for surgery.

"That's good." Blatter continued: "Dr. Chen, your medical skills are really great, and you have cured so many stars. It can be said that you saved this World Cup."

Another round of compliments.

Chen Yu had heard this kind of words for so many times that he was used to it. Looking at Bratt, he didn't know what kind of rainbow fart he could let out.

Blatter was still smiling and said: "I heard that you are still the honorary consultant of the United States Anti-Doping Organization, so I have a suggestion, that is, if you can come to FIFA, our medical committee, you need A top doctor like you will guide the work."

FIFA has 15 specialized committees, among which the Medical Committee is considered a relatively important one. When FIFA organizes a competition, the Medical Committee is required to evaluate and review the medical level and training environment of the venue.

At the same time, he is also responsible for player medical supervision and anti-doping work. It is considered to have real power.

Chen Yu looked at Blatter again.

Is this considered a bribe?

The key is why this guy bribed him. If you are worried about being implicated by Zheng Mengzhun, go to the FBI. Bribing yourself is of no use.

Brat seemed to be very confident in his proposal and said with a smile: "Dr. Chen, I don't think you will refuse me, an old man."

Chen Yu was very happy. What kind of score was this? He had never been rejected by anyone before.

"Sorry." Chen Yu shook his head: "I have too many titles now, so there are too many things to do, and my energy is limited and I cannot handle so many things."

Bratt's smile suddenly froze on his face, and he quickly said: "Dr. Chen, you can think about it carefully."

"Don't think about it. Like I said, I have too many titles and I don't need another one." Chen Yu refused neatly.

In the words of Contiguglia, FIFA is like the Everglades in Florida. It looks glamorous, but in fact it is full of pitfalls. You may step on them at any time, and then you will be doomed.

It is estimated that in Blatter's view, he took over the medical committee, enjoyed the high benefits of FIFA, had the right to review, and the organizers also made indispensable contributions, and there were many benefits.

But Chen Yu was really afraid that if he earned this kind of money one day, he would be sent in by the IRS the next day.

If you can make money purely by your own skills, why should you earn such unconscionable money?

Brat looked at Chen Yu intently, never expecting that Chen Yu would refuse so neatly.

Expression management is a bit out of control.

Chen Yu ignored him and turned to look at the arena.

Players from both sides are on the stage and the game is about to begin.

Unwilling to give up, Brat also left a business card with a personal phone number and asked Chen Yu to think about it carefully. Then he got up and left on the pretext that there were still guests in the box.

Dean sat down with an unhappy look on his face and said in a low voice, "I think he must be scared."

Chen Yu turned to look at Dean.

Dean pulled up his pants and said casually: "Don't you even watch the news? Yesterday our President made a public speech, saying that our American team can go further and even win the World Cup, but because The unsportsmanlike black whistle and flagrant fouls led to the elimination of the U.S. team. He also urged FIFA to give the United States an explanation."

"Did he really say that?" Chen Yu asked.

No wonder Bratt was so panicked.

This is like the world's boss qing you.

But where did Mr. President get his incredible confidence? How can he still win the World Cup? If he says this, aren't he afraid of being laughed at?

"Forget it, these things don't have much to do with me." Chen Yu waved his hands. Anyway, he had done everything he had to do. The rest had nothing to do with him, and he didn't want to have anything to do with it.

The atmosphere in the stands was hot, and thanks to Beckham, Japan had simply become England's home court.

At a glance, there are Japanese fans wearing the red jerseys worn by England when they won the championship in 66. Every time Beckham touches the ball, a large number of female fans cheer in the stands.

In comparison, the playing on the field was a bit dull.

England is still the same, 442, while Scolari has a 352 lineup, which strengthens midfield control and interception.

At this point, both teams were playing dull, probably testing each other.

Chen Yu was not used to such boring games at first, but later he watched more and understood.

This is called a master's attack. If you don't take action, it's enough. Once you take action, you will definitely kill.

Next to him, Dean was the first to start complaining: "Football and basketball are more interesting, and ice hockey. Chen, you know, I played ice hockey when I was a kid. The only reason was that I could beat people upright."

He shook his fist.

"By the way, is O'Neal really going to the Suns? The draft will be in a few days?" Dean asked again.

Chen Yu was stunned for a moment.

Yes, today is the 21st, the 20th in the United States, and the draft will be held in six days.

If we can't reach an agreement with the Lakers before the draft and delay it later, it will be a bit troublesome.

Because whether O'Neal can be traded will directly affect the direction of the Suns' free market operations.

"I don't know either." Chen Yu shook his head. There is no news yet, which can only mean that they are still talking.

Just as he was talking, a hint of murderous intent suddenly appeared in the dull stadium, like thunder on the ground.

Gerrard, sitting in the defensive midfielder, completed the interception in the backcourt and immediately launched a counterattack. Beckham on the right seized the loophole of the Brazilian team's pressing too far and sent his kick directly to the front with a kick that belongs to him in the Bayou arc.

There, Michael Owen was running wildly, his white jersey fluttering in the wind, as if he was chasing the breeze.

Chen Yu stood up involuntarily and suddenly remembered the media's comments about Irving.

What a cool boy!
(End of this chapter)