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Wu Shi was lying alone in the ward.

Six to eight weeks.

He knew the doctor was right and that he should be patient.

But I felt extremely uncomfortable and suppressed in my chest.

The semi-finals are in five days, and the finals are in ten days. And he can only lie here.

Just then—

【Ding】

System upgrade complete.

Version: 1.1.0

[Upgrade Log:]

[1. Optimized core computing module, improving analysis accuracy by 30%]

[2. New Module: Injury Recovery Assistance System (Basic)]

【3. New Feature: Training Simulation Scenario (Basic)】

4. Fixed known bugs

Injury Recovery Assistance System! Wu Shi quickly clicked on the new module.

Interface expansion

[Current injury condition: Severe contusion of the lateral fibular muscle group, minor tendon tear (Grade I), significant local hematoma and inflammatory response]

Traditional medicine estimates recovery time: 6-8 weeks (full recovery)

[System-assisted estimated recovery time: 3-4 weeks (full recovery)]

Cut in half?!

He continued reading, and a detailed recovery plan appeared on the interface:

[Phase 1: Acute Phase (Expected 3-5 days)]

[Objective: Control inflammation and eliminate hematoma]

[Daily Implementation Plan:]

【1. Apply ice (15 minutes each time, 6 times a day, with 2-hour intervals) - the system will suggest the best application location】

2. Elevate the affected limb (keeping it above heart level)

【3. Acupressure on specific acupoints (3 times daily; the system will guide you on the pressure points and intensity)】

[4. Nutritional Supplement Plan (Detailed Recipe Already Generated)]

5. Nerve impulse simulation training (twice daily to prevent muscle atrophy)

[Note: No weight-bearing or stretching is allowed during this stage, otherwise it will aggravate the injury and the system assistance will be ineffective.]

The next steps are the second and third phases of the plan, which are further detailed until full recovery training is achieved. Each step has specific timeframes, methods, precautions, and even suggestions on sleep duration and water intake.

Wu Shi's gaze lingered on the total duration:

3-4 weeks.

If strictly enforced, he can return to the training ground within a month.

But it was still too late.

The Asian Youth Championships concluded within ten days.

That newly ignited hope was quickly dashed by reality.

Wu Shi leaned against the pillow, and that feeling of tightness in his chest surged up again.

"Knock knock".

A knock came at the door.

"Go in," Wu Shi said.

The door was pushed open, and Chen Liang poked his head in.

He was carrying a plastic bag containing several boxes of fruit.

"Stone! How is it? How is it?"

Chen Liang walked in casually and placed the fruit on the bedside table.

"Look what I brought you. Fruit is ridiculously expensive in Australia. I had to walk two blocks to find something decent."

Wu Shi forced a smile

Chen Liang pulled up a chair, sat down, peeled an apple, cut it into small pieces, and handed it to him.

"What did the doctor say? Is it serious?"

Wu Shi repeated the diagnosis results.

"Thank goodness there were no broken bones!"

Chen Liang visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It takes a hundred days to recover from a bone or muscle injury. For your soft tissue injury, if it heals without any lasting effects, that's better than anything else!"

He spoke casually, but Wu Shi saw the bloodshot in his eyes.

"Brother Liang," Wu Shi suddenly asked.

"How many meters did you run last night?"

Chen Liang paused for a moment, then grinned:

"I didn't count. I'll just keep running until I can't run anymore. Coach Li said that overtime is all about who has their last breath. We can't let our breath go out before theirs."

As he spoke, he handed over another piece of apple:

"Eat, take your vitamins. You need to take good care of your injury, don't rush it. Coach Li said in the meeting this morning that the tactics for the semi-finals will be adjusted. Lei Ge and I will partner up front, and Wang Zhuofeng will play in my position. Don't worry, we will definitely fight to the end."

Wu Shi took the apple, but didn't eat it.

He looked at Chen Liang, the teammate who had mocked and even kicked him on the training field just a month ago, but now sat on the edge of the bed, clumsily peeling an apple, expressing his concern in the most straightforward way.

"Brother Liang," Wu Shi asked softly, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead and ask!" Chen Liang peeled a second apple. "We're practically brothers now, what can't I ask?"

Wu Shi paused, organizing his thoughts:

"Well... during the training camp in Xianghe, your attitude towards me wasn't like this. That time in the practice match, when you tackled me, were you really trying to injure me?"

Chen Liang stopped peeling the apple.

He remained silent for a good ten seconds.

"Yes," Chen Liang finally spoke, his voice very low.

"At the time, I really wanted to make you suffer a bit."

He raised his head and looked at Wu Shi, his eyes filled with complex emotions:

Do you know why?

Wu Shi shook his head.

"Because I was dissatisfied with you back then."

Chen Liang spoke very frankly, without any pretense.

"I'm nineteen years old. I spent seven years in the youth training camp and two years playing in the China League Two. I was always a key player under Coach Li, playing in various age groups. My status as a key player wasn't given to me by anyone. As you said, I earned it through hard work and by scoring goals one by one."

"Besides Lei Ge, I think I'm the strongest striker in my age group in China, and I only barely made it into the national youth team this time. What about you? Sixteen years old, played in the China League One for a few months, and then skipped two levels to get directly into the roster, and you're even wearing number 9—that's the starting number, the core number."

He put the apple on the table.

"At the time, I thought you were definitely someone with connections, a product of the club's hype. What right did a sixteen-year-old have? So I targeted you, wanting to prove you weren't worthy."

Wu Shi listened quietly.

"But..." Chen Liang smiled wryly, "Do you remember that training match? After I tackled you."

Wu Shi nodded. Of course he remembered.

Throughout the training match, he was fouled six times and fell down six times, but each time he immediately got up without any complaints or weakness on his face.

"When you got up, your eyes were cold."

"It's not fear, it's not anger, it's just...coldness. It's like those fouls mean nothing to you; you only have the ball and the game in your eyes. This means it's not the first time you've received this kind of special treatment."

He took a deep breath: "After training that day, I went back to the dormitory and thought about it for a long time. I remembered when I was fifteen or sixteen years old, when we had just been promoted to China League Two. Back then, I played with some veterans from China League Two. If I was bullied, I would cry and complain to the coach. But what about you? You didn't say a word, you just played."

"Later, in the game against Australia, you were hit so hard your ribs were bruised, but you kept running. You didn't complain once at halftime."

Chen Liang looked at Wu Shi with a serious expression.

"That's when I finally understood—you're not someone with connections; you earned it through sheer hard work."

"and……"

He paused.

"You've never held a grudge against me. I treated you like that in the practice match, and I thought Old Li would just not let me make the main draw roster."

"But in the end, Lao Li still chose to let me play. I asked him afterwards, and you didn't complain to Lao Li. In fact, Lao Li said he specifically asked you about it."

"You said the opponents would be more aggressive on the field. My foul on you was just to let you get used to it in advance. You didn't blame me."

As Lin Liang said this, the already thin blood vessels in his eyes became more prominent, and his voice began to sound hoarse.

He stood up, walked to the window, his back to Wu Shi, his body trembling slightly.

"My parents are both factory workers, and I've known since I was little that if I want something, I have to earn it myself. So I envy those who are born talented, and I envy those who are lucky. But with you... I can't be jealous."

Chen Liang turned around, his eyes red:

"Because you work harder than me. You were sixteen and you still dared to break through at crucial moments. I'm nineteen. Last night, after running for 120 minutes, I went straight to the medical room. My legs are still shaking."

"It's not your talent that I admire, it's your drive."

He walked back to the bedside and patted Wu Shi on the shoulder.

"I haven't had this kind of drive in seven years. You have it, so you should wear number 9, and you should be the core player."

Wu Shi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He never expected Chen Liang to say such a thing.

So honest, so direct, laying bare all those dark, jealous, and resentful thoughts, then digesting them and transforming them into respect.

"Brother Liang..." Wu Shi finally said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"Thank me my ass."

Chen Liang reverted to his usual carefree demeanor.

"Get well soon. Even though I say that, I still won't go easy on you if we meet in the league."

He glanced at his watch as he spoke: "I have to go, training this afternoon. You get some rest, Brother Lei might come over tonight. Oh, by the way—"

Chen Liang walked to the door, then turned back: "You really should read Ma Dexing's article. It said you have 'a certain spirit in your eyes,' and that's right. Don't lose that spirit. Even when you're recovering from an injury, it's still a competition. You have to win this one to win the next."