Healing Doctor

Chapter 629 A Strange Empathy

The atmosphere was a bit strange, unlike a national team match. There wasn't that sense of unity and determination. As for why, Ji Xiang couldn't figure it out.

He lacked social experience and wasn't particularly interested in or knowledgeable about football. This strange atmosphere... even after racking his brains, Ji Xiang couldn't understand why.

So when Ji Xiang first arrived at the Empathy Center, everything felt so unfamiliar.

With only 12 minutes left in the game, Ji Xiang gradually began to recall some things.

The two foreigners in the stands are scouts from AC Milan; they came specifically to watch Ji Xiang's performance today.

But even though the coach knew that people were watching the game, he still only gave Ji Xiang about ten minutes of playing time during garbage time.

That's fine, Ji Xiang didn't care.

It's not because I empathize with him—the people and things here are just data, irrelevant to me—but because Ji Xiang is that kind of person.

The ball was kicked off from the center circle, and the ball was slowly passed around. Ji Xiang realized that he seemed to be fighting against 11 opponents by himself.

I was the only one putting in a lot of effort, while the other players on my team were just strolling around.

Oh shit!

Ji Xiang cursed inwardly, the actions of others stirring up the stubbornness within him.

Despite his superior talent, Ji Xiang's success rate in his repeated attempts to break through defenses was not high.

Time ticked by, and Ji Xiang finally capitalized on the opponent's carelessness in the backcourt to make a beautiful steal.

He drew an arc with a movement that almost defied the laws of physics, using his speed to break through three defenders and dribble forward with a powerful sprint.

Suddenly!

A figure rushed over like lightning, and the fierce tackle made Ji Xiang feel a great threat.

Ji Xiang was even certain that the opponent was aiming for his ankle, not the ball.

Focusing on the ball, not the person, shows absolutely no sportsmanship, especially when the opponent is leading by 4 goals. This is just too much!

Unable to get a touch on the ball, Ji Xiang could only leap high to avoid the malicious foul.

After Ji Xiang landed, he turned around to see who had violated the spirit of sportsmanship by making a tackle on the injured player. The next second, Ji Xiang froze.

The tackle wasn't made by an opposing player, but rather... by one of their own players.

Are you crazy?!

Are they all insane?!

He had just made a steal, but his own player fouled him!

Is this still a football match? Ji Xiang was stunned for a full five seconds. Although he had just arrived, he had already felt the continuous malice.

Is it really that serious?

A wave of sadness welled up in my heart, almost dispelling the stubbornness I had just felt.

But Ji Xiang is mentally strong, and he realized something was wrong as soon as these negative emotions appeared, and then he dispelled them.

Keep fighting, even if others don't move, Ji Xiang will.

However, Ji Xiang was not only concerned about his opponents, but also about "his own people".

That black kick left Ji Xiang with lingering fear. Although he could only empathize with the experience, Ji Xiang absolutely did not want to suffer any external injuries.

A few minutes later, Ji Xiang once again seized the ball by taking advantage of his opponent's mistake.

At this moment, all he could see were opponents, no allies. Ji Xiang instantly increased his speed to the limit, using his body to overpower his opponents and sprinting forward.

With the opposing team's backfield players closing in, Ji Xiang suddenly unleashed a powerful shot from 30 meters in front of the penalty area.

The football went into the goal again.

Ji Xiang picked up the football from the opponent's goal and ran back to the center circle.

At that moment, he was like a paranoid maniac, and everyone coldly watched this kid who didn't fit in with his surroundings.

As stoppage time began, Ji Xiang caught a glimpse of scouts in the stands talking with broad smiles on their faces.

He knew his performance should have been satisfactory, but Ji Xiang was still unconvinced.

With another interception and a breakthrough, Ji Xiang scored the third goal in his limited playing time.

The score is 3:4.

The atmosphere on the field became a little strange after that goal. Ji Xiang didn't care about the murderous glares his "teammates" were giving him. Even if he was alone, he would fight with all his might.

The ball is kicked off from midfield, passed around, and then sent to the backfield.

Ji Xiang knew they were wasting time, and even if he could snatch it by force, he would never give himself any time.

But the next second, Ji Xiang stood at the halfway point and was dumbfounded.

They weren't just passing the ball around in their own half; there was something else going on—when the ball was passed back to the goalkeeper, he stumbled, and the ball, which wasn't moving very fast, slipped between his legs and slowly slid into the goal.

The score is 3:5.

How could a person be so shameless!

Ji Xiang was speechless; he didn't even have the strength to shrug, spread his hands, or look up at the sky.

The shamelessness of these people is beyond words. The dirty tackle they just committed against them, the own goal they scored, the smiling faces and relieved expressions of their "own team" players after the own goal—all of this filled Ji Xiang with disgust.

He suddenly remembered that the reason he joined the team was because of the high public demand, because he had already shown his talent while playing in Europe, and even attracted the attention of AC Milan.

But what good is joining the national team? They don't pay him, and Ji Xiang gets absolutely no playing time.

Don't ask, the answer is I'm not feeling well and I'm jet-lagged.

He only had about ten minutes left, and he managed to score three goals.

However, this seemed to have ruined their plans, as they even resorted to clumsy methods to maintain a two-goal lead.

Although he realized it was hopeless, Ji Xiang still ran as fast as he could, cherishing every minute in the mall.

After another interception, Ji Xiang dribbled the ball all the way north. He didn't observe the surroundings because he couldn't trust anyone.

With a difficult dribble past his opponent, Ji Xiang had just raised his right leg to prepare for a powerful shot. He could even hear the beautiful sound of the ball spinning and rubbing as it fell into the net.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my left ankle, which was my supporting foot.

Ji Xiang spun around in mid-air a few times, and then he saw his "teammate" wearing the same color tracksuit slide tackle him from behind.

The shovel cut off the fierceness, as if Ji Xiang had just thrown his son into a well, wiping out his family line.

it's over...

Ji Xiang had considered the wickedness of human nature, but he never expected them to be so vicious as to make such an undisguised move in order to prevent him from scoring.

He was still injured. Ji Xiang landed heavily on the ground, clutching his left foot and rolling around in pain.

The referee was dumbfounded. How should he call a similar call?

He had never seen such a fierce tackle between his own teammates, or even a malicious foul.

If it were the opposing athlete, it would undoubtedly be a yellow card.

but……

The referee paused for a few seconds, then signaled for the team doctor to come onto the field and carry Ji Xiang off.

The AC Milan scouts in the stands were also stunned; they had witnessed firsthand how vicious that kick was.

Does this mean that a rising star has fallen?

They were somewhat disappointed, while the player who had just injured Ji Xiang looked arrogant, as if he was telling everyone with gestures and expressions – "This is my territory, I'm in charge!"

Anyone who dares to say no will suffer the consequences for Ji Xiang!

(End of this chapter)