Healing Doctor

Chapter 404 A Carefree Rabbit

Coach Feng sat on the sofa, staring at the screen with a restless expression.

Ji Xiang's sofa was large, soft, and comfortable, but he felt as if he was sitting on countless steel needles, which made him feel uncomfortable no matter what.

Because it wasn't a formal satellite broadcast, it relied entirely on people at the site using their mobile phones to live stream, resulting in some signal lag.

Zhao Dali was already warming up, and every movement he made made Coach Feng feel like his leg was about to break.

Although Coach Feng knew that his worries were absurd, he just had this feeling, or perhaps it was just a misperception.

"Coach Feng, don't worry," Ji Xiang reassured Coach Feng after noticing his unease.

Coach Feng remained silent, watching the projector with concern, while Zhao Dali began to jump and jog.

"When I was interning, there was a head nurse in another department who had a malignant tumor. It wasn't too bad, it was in the early stage, and there was a chance of recovery after surgery," Ji Xiang began gossiping. "Her family kept it from her, saying it was a benign tumor and that she could just have it removed in the hospital."

Coach Feng looked at Zhao Dali on the screen and asked absentmindedly.

"Everything was going smoothly until the head nurse went to the doctor's office that night to look through the medical records. She discovered that she had a malignant tumor and then fainted in the doctor's office."

"Well……"

"The person was gone early the next morning." Ji Xiang shrugged and looked at Coach Feng, saying, "Scaring yourself like that can easily lead to your own demise."

"Dr. Xiao Ji, I'm not just scaring myself. Over the years, I've seen so many athletes die from ACL injuries that I don't even know myself," Coach Feng sighed.

But when Coach Feng tried to refute Ji Xiang, he found that nothing he said seemed right. The head nurse who scared herself to death was a typical example.

"Let's watch the game first."

"I originally planned for him to recover for at least three months, but Dali was unlucky. The Dortmund youth team was short of players, damn it," Coach Feng said angrily.

"He should be fine," Ji Xiang reassured him before watching Zhao Dali on the screen with great interest.

Zhao Dali had finished warming up and was doing vertical jumps with his knees straight, looking like he couldn't wait to go on stage.

With a whistle, the game began.

Just as Coach Feng described at the beginning, Zhao Dali ran faster than a rabbit, sparing no effort, and seemed unconcerned about his left anterior cruciate ligament injury, as if he had never been injured.

Coach Feng looked quite conflicted after several close calls in the attacking third.

Zhao Dali performed very well and lived up to expectations, but Coach Feng did not pay much attention to Zhao Dali's technical movements or the results of his tackling. Instead, he kept staring at Zhao Dali's left knee joint.

After watching for a few minutes, it seemed like nothing was wrong.

Zhao Dali moved with the agility and grace of a young cheetah, unleashing his energy with unbridled abandon.

He ran tirelessly, which was exactly what Coach Feng valued in Zhao Dali. But at this moment, every step Zhao Dali took felt like it was stomping on Coach Feng's heart, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Ji Xiang was quite relaxed, after all, the system NPC had mentioned some related cases. Not to mention that it was just an incomplete tear of the left anterior cruciate ligament and the meniscus was fine, even athletes with serious injuries to both legs could recover to their peak level after surgery with a high probability.

The game continued, and in the 11th minute, Zhao Dali received the ball and made a move that Ji Xiang didn't know the scientific name of.

Ji Xiang didn't know whether the feints made his knees sway from side to side realistically or not. What concerned him was that these kinds of feints would put pressure on the knee joint, which would be a huge strain on his left anterior cruciate ligament, which had just undergone surgery.

When Coach Feng saw Zhao Dali make this move, his face looked as if it had been smeared with soot. He stood up abruptly, clenching his fists tightly.

The next second, the opponent fell for Zhao Dali's feint and lunged to the left, while Zhao Dali easily dribbled past him.

Coach Feng looked at Zhao Dali's running posture with slight surprise, as he was well aware of the impact this movement would have on his knees.

However, Zhao Dali performed it very naturally, like flowing water, basically bringing out his highest level of performance in training.

The next player to cover rushed over, but Zhao Dali used his speed advantage to get past him and took a shot from the edge of the penalty area.

The football arced through the air and struck the goal in the upper right corner.

There weren't many spectators in the stands, but at that moment, a deafening roar erupted.

Zhao Dali stood in front of the penalty area, still in the position after his shot, as if he was repeatedly checking his form. He took a little too long to check, and before he could even begin his celebration, his teammates tackled him to the ground and started celebrating wildly.

"Not bad." Ji Xiang was very satisfied with the results of the surgery.

"..." Coach Feng stared blankly at the scene, his eyes a little wet.

Zhao Dali scored a goal?

Zhao Dali scored!

Although it was just a Dortmund youth team match, it was still a top-level competition that young players like Zhao Dali could participate in.

As for playing in the Bundesliga right now and winning the Golden Boot...

In an instant, Coach Feng's mind was filled with images of Zhao Dali leading the team to a three-peat in the Champions League and winning the Champions League.

"Coach Feng, Dali is recovering very quickly, and it seems like he'll have no problem playing in this level of league," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"Dr. Xiao Ji, judging from his movements, it seems there are no aftereffects," Coach Feng murmured, snapping out of his reverie.

"Yes," Ji Xiang said. "Not only are there no aftereffects, but the anterior cruciate ligament in my left knee has also been reinforced, making it unlikely that it will tear again in the future."

Coach Feng remained silent.

"It's just a minor surgery, you're too nervous," Ji Xiang said. "Sit down and watch the game. How many goals do you think Dali will score in a match?"

Coach Feng was speechless. He didn't answer Ji Xiang's question, but stared blankly at Zhao Dali, who was celebrating his goal.

Zhao Dali seemed not to believe his eyes. After the celebration ended, he made a fake movement in the air, twisting his knees from side to side.

In that instant, Coach Feng vaguely felt that his knee was in excruciating pain.

But Zhao Dali did not. He proved on the field that he could still do the moves he had done in training, and he did them perfectly.

Only then did Zhao Dali grin and wave to the people recording the video from afar, seemingly greeting Coach Feng and Ji Xiang to tell them that his injury had healed!

The game resumed, and Zhao Dali scored a hat trick in the first half alone.

Ji Xiang could tell that Zhao Dali had kicked the ball into the air; he really was like a carefree rabbit running across the grassland.

The second half began, and Zhao Dali was substituted off. Coach Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief at that moment.

"It's alright." Ji Xiang patted Coach Feng on the shoulder. "It proves that Dali's rehabilitation is going well."

"The surgery was a success."

(End of this chapter)