Sports Medicine Master System-Chapter 83 - 74: My Reputation Has Already Reached the Soccer World?

Chapter 83: Chapter 74: My Reputation Has Already Reached the Soccer World?

Chen Yu had a good idea why, but he didn’t say anything.

A short while later, the visiting team arrived.

Chen Yu immediately spotted the tall and fierce-looking Ewing.

After arriving at the arena, he didn’t immediately start warming up. Instead, he scanned the crowd for someone. He quickly locked onto Chen Yu by the stands and walked straight over.

"Chen!"

Ewing beamed and gave Chen Yu a hug. It was the kind of hug that felt like being stuffed into a drainpipe, stuck and suffocating.

When Ewing finally let go, Chen Yu couldn’t help but say, "Patrick, you seem to be in a great mood."

"Of course," Ewing grinned. "You must have been too busy taking care of Penny to see the news on ESPN. Just yesterday, they ran a story about the health management department we set up. They even said I finally did something right."

He pointed to himself, a proud expression on his face.

He’d shot his mouth off back in the day and nearly ruined his legacy. He’d been keeping his head down for the past two years, but now he’d finally made a comeback.

"Is that so? Congratulations, then." Chen Yu hadn’t had any time to keep up with media reports.

Ewing’s smile grew even brighter. He insisted on pulling Chen Yu over to meet Gary Payton.

Chen Yu had, of course, heard of the great "Glove" before.

However, Ewing joked that if Payton ever got injured, they should have Chen Yu treat him. The comment earned an eye-roll from Payton, and Chen Yu couldn’t help but think, ’Not likely.’

The guy was famously an "iron man."

This was already his eleventh season, and he’d somehow managed to avoid any major injuries.

Under the Eye of All-Seeing, Chen Yu could see it clearly: Payton’s body showed no signs of past injuries.

Ligaments, cartilage—everything was perfectly intact.

It was simply incredible.

’This guy’s physical condition is so good, they could do a study on him,’ Chen Yu thought.

’Then again, for a walking injury case like Ewing to have achieved so much, doesn’t that prove he’s actually the stronger one?’

Chen Yu didn’t want to disturb their warm-ups for long. After a brief chat about Hardaway’s condition, he returned to the stands.

Chen Yu had previously followed Hill to an away game to get a feel for the NBA’s pre-game routine.

Now, for a home game, there wasn’t much of a difference. If he had to point something out, it would be the better locker room.

’The visiting team’s locker room was old and decrepit. It had to be intentional.’

Just before the game started, Brian arrived and cheerfully asked Chen Yu how it felt to be at a home game.

"Can I say it’s not that great?" Chen Yu gestured toward the court. "Before, I’d sit in the stands as a fan, just enjoying the game and passing the time. Now, I’m in the front row, and I have to constantly worry about players getting injured. You know how it is—accidents can happen at any time."

Brian quickly cut him off. "Chen, don’t say things like that."

He was afraid Chen Yu would jinx them.

However, to Chen Yu’s surprise, it wasn’t an injury that struck, but a different kind of incident.

The game officially began. J Kidd received the tip-off from Charalidis, and suddenly, a wave of loud boos erupted from the stands.

This stunned everyone.

This was the Suns’ home court! Since when does a team’s starting point guard get booed by his own fans the moment he touches the ball?

Brian, standing beside him, was clearly stunned.

Chen Yu turned to look at the stands as well, trying to see what the fans were booing about.

The next moment, Chen Yu’s eyes narrowed.

In the main stands, a dozen or so female spectators suddenly took off their jackets, revealing the sweatshirts they wore underneath.

Printed on the sweatshirts in large letters was a single word.

BATTERER!

The word for a domestic abuser.

"Fuck," Brian beside him was already swearing, spittle flying. He grabbed his head with both hands, looking like he was about to lose his mind.

’This is being broadcast live!’

In the stands, some fans looked bewildered, probably still unaware of what was happening.

But the vast majority of fans knew about the situation. The local TV station had even scrambled a helicopter to film J Kidd’s house. It was hard not to know.

The crucial thing was that no one had expected anyone to pull a stunt like this.

J Kidd, on the court, had clearly seen it too. He completely froze.

Skiles shouted at him, and only then did he snap out of it, hurriedly dribbling the ball past half-court.

"Damn it." Brian ran off to get security and have them make the women put their jackets back on.

But it was already too late.

’The cameras have probably already captured this moment,’ Chen Yu thought.

Chen Yu’s gaze fell on J Kidd.

’This guy... his mental game is probably shot.’

Sure enough, J Kidd’s performance for the rest of the game was a disaster. He committed frequent passing turnovers, and his already shaky shooting became even more inaccurate.

He was the assist king, the one steering the ship for the Suns. With him playing so poorly, the outcome of the game was a foregone conclusion.

The Supersonics crushed the Suns 106 to 87, winning by a full 19 points.

If not for an outstanding performance from Robinson, who exploded for 33 points after getting a warning, they would have lost by an even wider margin.

J Kidd, on the other hand, went 1-for-7 from the field, scoring a measly 3 points.

Chen Yu didn’t see Brian again for the rest of the game.

Skiles’s face was grim with frustration; he could already imagine how frenzied the media would be at the post-game press conference.

Chen Yu, however, was fine.

As the team doctor, he was bound by NBA regulations. Except in special circumstances, team doctors were not allowed to give interviews to the press, as it could lead to leaks about a player’s physical condition.

So no matter how big this scandal blew up, it wouldn’t affect him.

’And after thinking it over calmly, this might actually be an opportunity to resolve J Kidd’s psychological issues.’

「The next day.」

In the hotel coffee shop, Chen Yu met Hill’s father, Calva Hill. He was a tall, sturdy, middle-aged man with a thick beard.

"Chen, thank you for healing Hill. He’s in excellent shape now," Calva said, opening with a torrent of thanks.

Chen Yu waved it off, and after a bit of small talk, he asked Calva the reason for his visit.

’Was this something that had to be discussed in person?’

Calva sat up straighter. "Here’s the thing. Grant mentioned that you used to have a clinic in Orlando. A doctor as talented as you should have his own private practice. After all, you could make a lot more money that way."

Chen Yu nodded, intrigued. ’What is he getting at?’

"So, I was thinking, if you’re interested, perhaps we could partner up. I would provide the capital to help you build a top-of-the-line clinic," Calva said with a broad smile.

Chen Yu was taken aback. He never expected this was why Calva wanted to meet.

’Well... it’s not out of the question.’

Opening a clinic, especially a top-tier one, requires a significant investment.

Even if Chen Yu was earning a million a year, he’d still have to save for a decade to build a clinic like that.

Chen Yu had previously considered partnering with a top doctor in the field, like Wash. Her family apparently owned a massive ranch in Texas.

Just as he was about to speak, Calva held up a hand, cutting him off.

"Chen, don’t answer just yet. You can take some time to think it over," Calva said with a small smile. "Besides, I came here about something else as well."

"I have a friend who has a player on his team that might need your help. I’m certain you’ve heard his name."

Calva very seriously recited a particularly long and tongue-twisting name.

Ronaldo Luiz Nazario da Lima.

It took Chen Yu a moment before it clicked. That was the great Ronaldo, the one nicknamed "The Alien."

’Has my reputation already spread to the world of soccer?’