Healing Doctor

Chapter 628 Why Did He Agree?

It was quite late when they met Ji Xiang, and Director Fan's energetic appearance startled Ji Xiang.

"Director Fan, have you been drinking Red Bull?"

"Xiao Ji, you're really capable! Awesome!! Um, any news from Neymar's side?" Director Fan asked eagerly, holding Ji Xiang's hand.

"Neymar is already ready to fly over, you're in too much of a hurry." Ji Xiang smiled helplessly.

"Little Ji, I knew you were the show's lucky charm!" Director Fan said, beaming. "Do you think Neymar would agree to reveal his name? Would he be willing to give an interview? If so, it would be a huge help to the show. By the way, could you get a few autographed jerseys? If so, we could also organize a raffle at the end of the show."

Ji Xiang looked at Director Fan with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

This request is practically a pre-arranged special guest for the show.

"Aren't you asking for too much? I don't have much influence here, but you must do your best to help us with the program." Director Fan released Ji Xiang's hand, and Ji Xiang subconsciously clasped his hands together, pleading in his voice.

"I'll give it a try, but I haven't talked to Neymar's team about this yet," Ji Xiang said. "We mainly discussed the surgery and post-operative recovery. I'm sorry, Director Fan, I haven't considered the program aspect yet."

Director Fan seemed to see a trashy man wearing long johns while whistling.

But what Ji Xiang said doesn't seem to be wrong. Neymar came to Ji Xiang for surgery, not for the show.

With Neymar on board and a sports star appearing in the final episode, the show has a perfect ending. Director Fan shouldn't have any other demands.

"Little Ji," Director Fan addressed Ji Xiang with infinite warmth, "you absolutely must help me with this. You've been involved in the entire show from beginning to end, and I believe you're attached to it too. We've done a fantastic job so far, so we absolutely can't let things fall apart at the end."

Looking at Director Fan's earnest instructions, Ji Xiang nodded.

He could understand Director Fan's thoughts; it was like performing surgery himself—no one wanted it to start strong but end weakly.

In Ji Xiang's view, Neymar is just a patient, and he will communicate with the patient first, and then decide whether to agree or not.

After seeing Director Fan off, Ji Xiang refused to admit his mistake without putting on his long johns and instead communicated with Neymar's team.

He laid out Director Fan's needs and his own vision for the program in detail. To Ji Xiang's surprise, the other side agreed to all of Ji Xiang's requests in just half an hour of discussion.

Ji Xiang was somewhat confused, but he didn't rush to tell Director Fan the "good news." Instead, he washed up, lay quietly on the bed, and entered the operating room.

"Hello, teacher." Ji Xiang entered the system's operating room and greeted the system NPC respectfully.

"They're here."

"Here I am, teacher. Something unusual has happened to me."

Ji Xiang briefly reported the situation involving Wenbanyama and Neymar to the system NPC.

Ji Xiang had his own judgment on the two people's different attitudes, and he told the system NPC about it.

"People think differently. As the old saying goes, you have to adapt to the circumstances," the system NPC said calmly. "A patient who is young and a patient who is old will definitely think differently."

"The main reason is that I made some very difficult requests to Neymar and his team, but they agreed very quickly, which surprised me."

The system NPC raised its eyes and looked at Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang is energetic and full of vitality, which is completely different from the old age of the system NPC.

"Want to give it a try?" the system NPC asked.

Ji Xiang also wanted to empathize with the situation, but he didn't agree immediately. Instead, he pondered it for a long time.

"I suggest observing from the patient's perspective," the system NPC said.

"Okay, teacher." Ji Xiang followed the system NPC's advice without hesitation.

"Actually, they're all pretty much the same." The system NPC walked ahead with his hands behind his back and his back hunched, shuffling along in slippers. He looked very old, as if every step he took consumed what little energy he had left.

Ji Xiang controlled his steps, following cautiously and respectfully behind the system NPC, their figures clearly separated.

Upon entering the adjacent operating room, Ji Xiang was greeted by flickering lights. When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing on the edge of a green field, doing warm-up exercises.

"The coach has gone mad, sending out such a piece of trash."

"We're down by four goals, it's pure garbage time, are they not going to let the lousy play?"

Ji Xiang overheard the whispers of his teammates.

They spoke in a voice that wasn't loud, but it wasn't quiet either; I could hear them clearly.

Those people didn't seem to care about their own feelings, or were even saying it to themselves on purpose.

Ji Xiang smiled slightly. There were many people like him. Every time he stood out at school, he would attract countless envious glances.

There are quite a few people who talk badly about him behind his back. Although Ji Xiang finds it hard to imagine their thought processes, he has long accepted this reality.

When the ball went out of play, Ji Xiang was substituted onto the field. He reached out to high-five the starting player who had been substituted, but the starting player acted as if he hadn't seen Ji Xiang, spat viciously, and brushed past him.

Ji Xiang shrugged.

My experience is somewhat similar to Zhao Dali's, but it's been a little smoother for me—at least I haven't been injured yet.

With immense strength and boundless energy within him, Ji Xiang was brimming with confidence in winning.

Aside from not having been injured, Ji Xiang noticed that his opponent's movements were very slow during his first interception, as if playing in slow motion. He then deftly hooked the ball back with his foot, as easily as eating or drinking.

His ability level is also a notch above Zhao Dali's; he could even be considered a genius.

Ji Xiang didn't think about why a talented player like "himself" wasn't valued. Society is complicated, and teams don't just put players on the field based on ability.

Some people pursue victory, while others pursue profit.

Without thinking too much, Ji Xiang intercepted the ball and dribbled forward. He found himself to be extremely fast, even though he was used to running half marathons and full marathons.

and!

To Ji Xiang, everyone else's movements were all in slow motion!

They should be at least one or two beats slower than their own movements.

With an extremely clear advantage, Ji Xiang confidently dribbled past the goalkeeper, feinted, and then deftly kicked the ball into the empty net.

The audience was sparse, with only scattered applause coming from the stands.

The coaches and other players on the bench did not applaud; they seemed not to have even seen the goal and remained listless.

Ji Xiang turned around to celebrate, but found that his teammates were all looking at him with cold faces.

Uh… Ji Xiang looked at the stands somewhat awkwardly and saw two foreigners applauding for him.

(End of this chapter)