The Basketball Court Swordsman

Manhattan, New York, the gray sky makes the entire Big Apple City seem to be shrouded in shadow. Henson was sitting in a taxi and looking at the bustling streets of New York, but he couldn't get active in his heart.

The Pacers defeated the Warriors, and Sag’s leukemia became more hospitalized...These bad news made Henson’s heart the same as the sky in New York at this time, without any color.

Even when he was hospitalized with a heart attack, Henson had never been so depressed. Because at that time Henson believed that as long as he returned, he would definitely be able to continue the unfinished career of winning the championship. At that time Henson believed that his heart could survive the storm.

But now, everything is different from then. Henson began to doubt the feasibility of the Pacers to defeat the Warriors and win the championship, and Sager's leukemia is not quite easy to pass.

"You...Henson, don't do that, Sague definitely doesn't want to see your frown." In the taxi, beside Henson was a tall and thin man. This man is another legend of the Pacers and Reggie Miller, one of the greatest players in the history of the Pacers.

At the end of the game, it was he who informed Henson about Sager. So the two agreed to go to New York together to visit Sag.

"I didn't want to, Reggie. But in this case, who can laugh?" Henson leaned his head against the car window, as if he had lost the body of his soul.

Miller was not a "chicken soup master" either. Seeing Henson wasn't interested, he just shook his head silently. He did not speak any more.

He is very aware of Henson's recent difficulties, and his battle with the Warriors must have dealt a huge blow to Henson. What's more, there is something about Sager now.

Miller can't say anything beautiful, and he believes that people like Henson can't motivate him simply by saying beautiful things.

For some hurdles, the person has to step over by himself.

Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped at the gate of NYU Langone Medical Center in Manhattan, New York.

New York University Langone Medical Center, which is second only to New York Columbia and Cornell Presbyterian Hospitals, the second best in New York, and the top 20 medical institutions in the United States.

The area that Langone Medical Center is best at is cancer!

Seeing the busy people coming in and out of the hospital, the nurses and doctors moving quickly in the lobby, and the white walls of the hospital, Henson felt extremely depressed.

He doesn't like hospitals, but when he comes to the hospital, either the player is injured or he gets sick. During the period of illness, Henson came to the hospital to throw up. In short, every time he comes to the hospital, he is sure that there is nothing good.

Follow Reggie Miller into the elevator. After reaching the 16th floor, Henson and Miller walked through the busy corridor and finally walked to the door of a single ward.

Outside the door, Henson saw many familiar faces.

Charles Barkley, Shaquille O’Neal, Kenny Smith, and Greg Popovich, who cherished Henson and had just had a drink with San Antonio in the summer.

Everyone didn't speak much, Henson just nodded slightly, even if he had greeted people. In Manhattan, when the sky is bleak, no one has any thoughts.

Afterwards, the group of people entered the ward to visit Sage one by one in order of coming first. Through the transparent glass of the ward, Henson saw what Sager looked like now.

Sage, who was full of energy and always loved to comb his hair meticulously, now only has a few stray hairs on his head. The effect of chemotherapy made Sage, who always cared about his appearance, had to accept the fact that he was bald.

Half a month ago, he interviewed Henson with a smile on the side of the court, and he looked much older. It is no exaggeration to say that he was four or five years old almost instantly!

Three bone marrow transplants have left him tortured to a disastrous state.

Half an hour later, Reggie Miller walked out of the ward. The once cold-blooded killer had ruddy eyes, but he was still strained after all.

By then, everyone's eyes fell on Henson. He is today, the last basketball guy who will visit Sager.

Henson took the mask and medical gloves from the doctor, and after they were all put on neatly, he was able to open the door and walk into Sage's ward.

"Coach Henson, I'm glad to see you again!"

As soon as Henson entered the ward, Sag's loud voice startled him. Henson originally thought that Sager should be very weak now. But as far as the actual situation is concerned, Sager's state is much better than Henson imagined.

"Sague, I am also very happy to see that you are fine." Henson squeezed out a smile, his voice weaker than that of Sague.

"What's the matter with you? Henson?" Sager was always a gangster, and he could tell that Henson was wrong at a glance.

This Chinese coach has never been so weak. Even when Henson was hospitalized, Sager had never seen Henson so depressed.

"Me? What can I do? Everything is fine."

"You have become very good at lying today, Henson. You can lie to 29 coaches and general managers in the league, but you can't lie to me today." Sager smiled, he actually almost knew what Henson had gone through. So, he wanted to talk to Henson. Of course, it is a vague talk.

"The doctor said, I can only live for three weeks."

Hearing these words, Henson suddenly turned to look at Sarger. He was surprised that this guy could actually say "I can only live for three weeks" with a smile.

"Three weeks..." Henson was stunned, his expression frozen, "Don't be kidding, Sarger."

"Hahahahaha, I'm not like you and Pop, I don’t like to joke. I’m serious, I only have three weeks. But I told myself, **** for three weeks, three weeks, You can also live wonderfully."

Seeing that Henson was unable to answer, Sage continued, "In 2014, the summer you retired, I was diagnosed with leukemia for the first time. Then I struggled with the disease for a long time. Therefore, he left the stadium for 11 months, during which he had two bone marrow transplants."

Henson still did not speak, but quietly became a listener.

"In March of this year, I decided to come back, but after a doctor's diagnosis, my condition deteriorated. The doctor said that I may only live for 3-6 months at most. You see, I knew then that I didn't have much time limit. But then again How? I still haven't left the stadium. I insisted on staying on the scene to report and insisting on my lifelong love and pursuit. This year's finals, as a T.NT reporter, I finally got the eSPN franchise, which allowed me to grow up For the first time in his 26-year career, he stood on the stage of the finals and reported live."

After Sarger said this, Henson suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming.

"After suffering from cancer, I learned to face life with a more positive and optimistic attitude, because only in this way can my life be more comfortable. I feel the beauty of life and I see the hope for tomorrow. If we don’t have hope in life, we will have nothing. I will not give up, and I will not succumb. I will face life with full of love. This is the only truth I have realized in my life now."

Henson looked at Sager. It was the first time he felt that a sideline reporter was so great. In front of a sideline reporter, Henson felt so ashamed for the first time.

You are a cowardly fellow, only a little bit difficult, only a loss of a game, make you doubt your life? Look at Sager, when he learned that he had only the last 3-6 months to live, he was still struggling towards his love and goals!

You are not worthy to be called the godfather of basketball in Indianapolis, you are not worthy to lead that group of young people to challenge the Warriors. Because you are a coward at all.

After a conversation with himself in his heart, Henson stood up and bowed a standard 90° to Sag, "I'm sorry, Sag, I let you down."

"I'm sorry? Don't laugh, what can you do for me? Go, Henson. Take your team to continue the battle, take your players to defeat one by one opponent. Go to the finals, go to the championship. Yes. Difficulties, then overcome them! Remember our agreement? I will wait for you in the finals, Henson. I have never interviewed you in the finals. If you don't come, you are a bastard. "

Sarger smiled and stroked Henson's head, as if he was stroking a naive child.

Henson bent down and only felt a sore nose. In the next second, a few more tears appeared on the floor of the ward...