Football: He suffered a broken leg at the start of the game, but partnered with Haaland!

"Where is my son? Where is Sun Yang?"

Sun Wu's loud voice rang out in the hospital corridor, filled with urgency.

He was wearing a dark wool coat, two buttons were fastened incorrectly, and his hair was so messy it looked like he had just rushed out from backstage at a theater.

Diana followed behind him, her eyes red-rimmed, her phone still clutched in her hand.

The screen displayed a message from an Arsenal youth team staff member.

A few cold, impersonal lines of text.

Injured during training.

He has been taken to the hospital.

The situation needs to be assessed.

The nurse had just pointed in a direction when the two of them rushed into the ward.

Sun Yang was just wheeled out of the operating room.

His left leg was in a thick cast, and his face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

As soon as Diana saw him, tears streamed down her face.

"Yang, my boy, can you hear Mommy?"

Sun Yang opened his eyes, his voice a little hoarse.

"Mom, I'm fine."

Upon hearing this, Diana cried even harder.

Even in this state, you still say you're fine.

Sun Wu stood by the bed, looking at his son's leg wrapped in a cast, his lips trembling for a long time.

He suddenly turned around and walked out.

Sun Yang quickly asked, "Dad, where are you going?"

Sun Wu's eyes were red, and he looked like a volcano about to erupt.

"I'm going to Arsenal! I want to know how they manage their team! Breaking a leg in a training match, is that what they call playing football? They're practically incapacitating people!"

Diana grabbed him.

"What's the point of you going now? Can you even argue with them in English?"

Sun Tzu stiffened his neck.

"My English isn't great, but my fighting skills are!"

Diana glared at him angrily.

"Can you please not be so quick to resort to violence? Do you think this is your own country, where you can hit someone and then run off to England? This is London, not your training ground!"

Sun Wu was seething with anger. He pointed at Sun Yang's leg and his voice grew louder and louder.

"I told you long ago, he shouldn't be playing football! He'd be so much better off practicing monkey tricks with me! All the strength and skill our Sun family has is wasted on the grass!"

Sun Yang lay in bed, his head aching from listening.

What kind of time is this to still be performing monkey shows?

Dad, can we focus on this leg first?

Diana was furious.

"Sun Tzu, Shut up! You shut up!"

Sun Wu was taken aback.

Diana still had tears on her face, and her voice trembled.

"Learn Peking Opera from you? Who would watch that in England? With your Sino-European Arts Exchange Association, my family would be starving long ago!"

Sun Tzu's face turned bright red.

"That's still better than having a broken leg!"

"Do you think he's not in pain?"

Diana pointed at Sun Yang on the hospital bed, crying and cursing him.

"He's loved soccer since he was little. Every time you made him practice with the monkey stick, he'd secretly take the ball to the backyard to juggle it after practice. You know that, you just won't admit it!"

Sun Wu opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The ward fell silent.

Sun Yang felt a pang of sadness.

In his past life, he was an orphan who died at his workplace, leaving no one to inherit his Alipay account or salary card.

This life is different.

The father was stubborn, while the mother was soft-hearted.

They will argue, they will swear, and they will say hurtful things.

But that affection couldn't be hidden.

Just as Sun Yang was about to speak, there was a knock on the ward door.

Before there was a response from inside, youth team coach Buck walked in.

He was followed by a club staff member carrying a folder.

Sun Tzu's anger flared up again as soon as he saw Buck.

"You're the coach?"

Buck frowned, as if he had expected to face this situation.

"Mr. Sun, I understand your emotions, please calm down."

"calm?"

Sun Wu took a step forward, his voice rising abruptly.

"My son had his leg broken by a tackle on your training ground, and you're telling me to calm down? What are your coaching staff doing? No VAR, no cameras?"

Staff members quickly stepped in between them.

"Sir, this is a hospital, please be mindful of your surroundings. We are here to resolve a problem as well."

Sun Tzu laughed in exasperation.

"You guys don't handle fouls on the training field, and now you come to the hospital to tell me how to behave?"

Buck did not respond to Sun Tzu's words.

He looked at Sun Yang on the hospital bed, a professional look of regret on his face.

Sun Yang had seen that expression before.

It's just like when a company leader in my past life said, "You've worked hard on the project, but we'll talk about the bonus later."

"Son, it's very regrettable that this happened. The club doesn't want to see any players injured either."

Sun Yang looked at him, his eyes turning cold.

"Where's Lant?"

Buck paused for a moment.

"Lant was trying to complete a defensive move. Physical contact is common in football training, and I don't think this should be overanalyzed."

Diana's expression changed.

"Normal combat? My son's bones are broken!"

Buck's tone remained calm.

"Ms. Diana, I understand your concerns as a mother. But injuries are unavoidable in the high-intensity training of football. Tackling, positioning, and physical contact are all part of the game."

Sun Yang was so angry he laughed.

understood.

In Arsenal's view, he was not subjected to a malicious flying tackle.

He was just unlucky.

He's just an Asian youth academy player.

If it's broken, it's broken.

The training base will never lack another batch of children.

Lante has connections, local status, and market value that the club wants.

And he, Sun Yang, is just a name that can be replaced.

Sun Wu clenched his fist.

"You came to the hospital just to spout this nonsense?"

Buck placed the file beside the bed.

"After initial assessment, the club believes that there is significant uncertainty regarding Sun Yang's injury recovery period. His current physical condition is no longer suitable for continuing to participate in the youth team training program."

He paused, then continued, "Therefore, the club has decided to terminate the youth team contracts early."

Sun Wu was taken aback.

The next second, he completely exploded.

"What did you say?"

Buck took a half step back, his voice becoming more subdued.

"This is the normal procedure, and we must be responsible for the team's planning."

"Normal procedure?"

Sun Wu rushed over and tried to grab him by the collar.

"My son had his leg broken by a tackle on your training ground, and now you're here with documents to terminate his contract? Is your Arsenal procedure to cripple a player first, and then get rid of him?"

The staff quickly stopped him.

"Sir, please don't resort to violence! We've come here today with a solution, not to argue."

Sun Tzu's eyes turned red.

"A solution? You call this a solution? You're just passing the buck!"

Diana also stood up, her voice trembling.

"I'm hiring a lawyer. You can't treat a 19-year-old like this. He was training at your club, injured right under your coach's nose. You should at least investigate the foul, not send him a termination notice immediately!"

Buck's patience was clearly wearing thin.

"The contract terms are very clear: the club has the right to make decisions based on the player's health condition and development assessment."

As he said this, he glanced at Sun Yang's legs.

"Of course, we will pay a basic compensation. In terms of medical care, we will also bear the corresponding part according to the contract standards."

He looked at Sun Yang.

"Sun, I know this is hard for you to accept. But that's how professional football is. Not everyone can make it to the first team, and not every injured player can fully recover."

Buck placed the pen on the document.

"Sign it."

"It's good for you and for the club."

Upon hearing this, the air in the ward seemed to freeze.

Sun Yang stared at the contract.

The paper is very white.

The lettering is very dark.

Every line is written with dignity.

However, the translation only contains two characters.

Get lost.

Arsenal.

So this is your attitude.

I don't care if you get hurt.

You're protecting the murderer.

If it's ruined, just throw it away.

it is good.

He made a note of this debt.

Sun Yang didn't rush to speak.

He opened the system panel in his mind.

[Iron Leg Fusion Complete.]

The host's left leg injury has been healed.

[Passing attribute has been increased to 99.]

[Current overall score: 62.]

Sun Yang took a deep breath.

My left leg doesn't hurt anymore.

It really doesn't hurt at all anymore.

Inside the plaster cast, his toes twitched slightly.

The bones, muscles, and ligaments felt like they had been reconnected to electricity.

The feeling of his body becoming obedient again made him feel alive again.

The system didn't lie to him.

He's not finished.

He's just getting started.

Sun Yang looked up at Buck and suddenly said, "Give me the pen."

Sun Tzu became anxious.

"Son, don't sign! They're bullying us, we can't stand by and watch!"

Diana panicked too.

"Yang, we can hire a lawyer, we can appeal, we can get them an explanation. Don't sign this just because you're angry."

Sun Yang shook his head.

"Dad, Mom, listen to me."

Sun Wu didn't understand and looked back and forth anxiously at him.

"Listen to your dad, you can't just sign these kinds of documents. If you do, they'll have even more reason to ignore you."

Sun Yang looked at his father.

"Dad, I'm not admitting defeat."

He then looked at his mother.

"Mom, trust me this once."

Diana was stunned.

She looked into her son's eyes and suddenly felt something was different.

Just now, Sun Yang was like a wounded child.

Sun Yang now is like a knife just pulled from a fire.

Buck breathed a sigh of relief.

He gestured to a staff member to hand him a pen.

The staff member hesitated for a moment before handing over the pen, speaking in a much softer tone than Buck.

"Sun, you're still young. Even if you don't stay at Arsenal, there are other paths you might take. There are so many clubs in England, and you can still find opportunities in the lower leagues."

Sun Yang took the pen and smiled.

"It will happen."

He looked up at Buck.

"And it will be a wider path for me than Arsenal has given me."

The staff member was taken aback.

Buck merely frowned, clearly mistaking the remark for youthful stubbornness.

Sun Yang lowered his head and signed his name on the last page of the contract.

The pen tip glides across the paper.

Sun Yang.

With those two words written, his youth academy contract with Arsenal officially ended.

He returned the contract.

"From now on, I have nothing to do with Arsenal, right?"

Buck nodded.

"Yes. After the contract is terminated, the club will complete the follow-up procedures according to the established process."

Sun Yang smiled.

"That's good."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the edge of the plaster cast on his leg with both hands.

Diana's expression changed instantly.

"Yang, what are you doing? Don't touch your leg!"

Sun Tzu also got anxious, and his voice cracked.

"Son, don't do anything reckless! Do you want to lose your leg?"

Buck's face darkened.

"Sun, don't do anything stupid. Your shinbone has just been treated; any wrong movement could affect the healing. Your career is already difficult enough; don't make it worse."

Sun Yang ignored him.

click!

The plaster has cracked.

White debris landed on the sheets.

Everyone in the ward held their breath for a moment.

The staff member stared wide-eyed.

"My God, Sun, stop! I'm going to get the doctor!"

Buck couldn't maintain his composure any longer.

"Sun, are you crazy? Your leg hasn't healed yet!"

Sun Yang looked down at his left leg, which they had sentenced to death.

No recovery?

Excuse me.

Your story ends here.

Click!

Another crisp sound.

Sun Yang forcefully pried open the thick plaster.

White fragments were scattered all over the ground.

His left leg was exposed.

There was no deformation.

There is no swelling.

Even the pale color of the wound faded.

Sun Yang propped himself up on the edge of the bed and slowly sat up straight.

Sun Wu opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Diana covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

The folder in the staff member's hand slipped and almost fell to the ground.

Buck stared at Sun Yang's legs, his expression gradually changing.