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Perth Royal Hospital, Orthopedic Clinic. The day before the Asian Youth Championship finals.

Dr. Davis adjusted his glasses, holding in his hand the latest X-ray images from Wu Shi's examination.

"This is impossible..." he muttered to himself.

Wu Shi sat on the examination bed, his left calf exposed.

The once bruised and swollen areas are now just faint yellow bruises.

This is definitely not what a leg should look like, given that it was lying on a stretcher less than ten days ago and was diagnosed with "soft tissue injury".

"Take a few more steps and let me see," Davis said.

Wu Shi got out of bed and walked back and forth in the examination room—he wasn't limping, his gait was normal.

"How about jogging?"

Wu Shi jogged a few times in place, and slightly reduced his strength when he landed.

Dr. Davis took off his glasses and rubbed his temples:

"Wu, tell me honestly, besides the treatment plan we gave you, what else did you use?"

"Just as you and Sister Zhou requested, ice packs, elevation, massage, and medication," Wu Shi said sincerely. "And as you said, absolute rest is necessary."

Wu Shi wasn't lying. The solutions offered by the system's "Injury Recovery Assistance System" were essentially the same methods, only more precise and efficient.

But Wu Shi can't say that.

"Individual differences, huh...?"

"In my 30 years of experience, I've seen people recover quickly, but never this quickly. At this rate, you'll be fully recovered in two weeks."

"So now?" Wu Shi asked. "Can I start rehabilitation training? No contact, just basic movements."

Davis remained silent for a few seconds.

From a medical perspective, he shouldn't agree. Nine days is far too short.

However, judging from the video footage and Wu Shi's walking and jogging just now, he has indeed met the standards for starting rehabilitation training.

"Okay." He finally nodded.

"But three rules must be followed: First, no contact; second, keep the intensity below 30% of your usual training; third, stop immediately if you feel any discomfort—I mean any, soreness, swelling, pain, or even just 'something doesn't feel right'."

"I see."

"Also," Davis added, "you must report to me or Dr. Zhou after each training session. We will adjust the plan based on your response."

"Thank you, doctor."

Nine days.

From being carried off the field to being diagnosed with a recovery that would take at least six weeks, to now being allowed to resume training.

Only he himself knew what had happened during those nine days—the precise and rigorous recovery plan guided by the system.

Wu Shi looked at the system display:

Recovery progress: 78%

[Estimated full recovery time: 8 days]

[Warning: Forcing high-intensity combat may cause progress to regress]

78%. Still 22% short, but at least he can step onto the grass again.

Wu Shi put away the system and hailed a taxi.

"Go to the XXX Club training base."

The driver, a middle-aged Chinese man, glanced at him in the rearview mirror:

"You are...which player? I'm not a football fan, but I've been watching the reports of the national youth team's match against Australia these past few days, and I know that Chen Liang and Wu Lei scored goals. You look somewhat familiar?"

Although Wu Shi wore glasses and a hat, he didn't try to disguise himself. Realizing that he was now a "celebrity," he lowered the brim of his hat and said, "No."

"They look familiar," the driver chuckled. "I've taken several reporters there these past few days, all wanting to interview the national youth team. The lads played quite well."

When the taxi stopped at the door, Wu Shi paid and got out.

The national youth team booked this place for their final adjustments before the final.

The security guard recognized him and let him through immediately.

When I entered the training field, the afternoon training session had just ended. The team members walked towards the locker room in twos and threes, all looking tired.

"Stone?!"

The first person to spot him was Chen Liang. That kid has sharp eyes; he called out from halfway across the court.

Everyone turned their heads.

Wu Lei was talking to his assistant coach on the sidelines when he heard the voice. He looked up, paused for a moment, and then quickly walked over.

"What brings you here?" Wu Lei looked him up and down. "Is your leg better?"

"You can walk now," Wu Shi said. "The doctor has agreed to start rehabilitation training."

"Resume training?"

Old Li's voice came from behind. He had been discussing something with the technical analyst, and now he walked over with a frown. "Nonsense! It's only been a few days, what training are you resuming?"

"Low intensity," Wu Shi explained, "jogging, passing, and shooting practice. The doctor has given my permission."

Old Li stared at his legs: "Can you really walk?"

Wu Shi walked a few steps in place and did a few squats. The movements were simple, but he was able to complete them smoothly.

The surroundings quieted down.

The team members gathered around, their eyes filled with surprise. Everyone remembered what Wu Shi looked like when he was carried out ten days ago.

Now, after ten days, he stands here, able to walk and squat.

"Damn," Chen Liang muttered, "Are you a gecko? Can you regrow your tail after it falls off?"

Wu Lei squatted down and gently pressed on the injured area of ​​Wu Shi's calf: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little tight."

"It's a miracle," Wang Zhuofeng shook his head. "When I sprained my ankle last time, it swelled up as badly as yours, and I had to rest for three weeks."

Old Li didn't speak, but stared at the martial arts stone for a long time before asking, "Do you really want to practice?"

"think."

"Just like the doctor said, low intensity. I'll have therapist Zhou supervise the whole process, and stop immediately if there's any discomfort."

"clear."

"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, at the training ground."

After Old Li finished speaking, he turned and left. But Wu Shi saw that the corner of his mouth slightly turned up as he turned away.

The next morning at 8:50, Wu Shi arrived at the training ground ahead of schedule.

Therapist Zhou was already waiting there, holding a tablet computer and a bunch of testing equipment.

"Let's start with some basic tests." She gestured for Wu Shi to sit down. "Joint mobility, muscle strength, balance. I need to record the data."

It took half an hour to complete one set of tests.

Therapist Zhou looked at the data on the tablet and said in disbelief:

"The recovery is indeed very good. The range of motion of the joints has reached 85% of the pre-injury level, muscle strength has recovered to 70%, and balance is slightly worse, but still at 65%."

"Let's begin then." The therapist put away the tablet and nodded. "Start with a ten-minute jog, at a pace not exceeding seven minutes per kilometer. I will monitor your heart rate and gait."

Wu Shi stepped onto the track.

This is the first time I've run in ten days.

He controlled his speed and maintained even breathing. The system provided real-time feedback in his mind:

[Gait analysis: The left leg lands with a slightly cautious stance, and the center of gravity shifts by 3%]

[Recommendation: Relax your ankle joints and increase your stride length by 5%]

Current pace: 6 minutes 45 seconds per kilometer

Heart rate: 128 beats per minute

Status Assessment: Good

After a ten-minute jog, Wu Shi was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and the stiffness in his left leg had actually lessened somewhat.

"How are you feeling?" the physical therapist asked.

"good."

The next part was other recovery training, with Wu Shi training alone and Zhou, the physical therapist, for a whole morning.

In the afternoon physiotherapy room, while massaging Wu Shi, therapist Zhou suddenly said:

"You want to play, don't you?"