Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

the other side.

Everyone filed out of Cruyff's ward.

It was almost evening.

I have another surgery tomorrow.

Cruyff needs a rest.

"John, have a good rest!"

Before going out.

Qin Feng turned around and pretended to be relaxed: "I'll come back tomorrow."

Cruyff stood in front of the hospital bed, smiling and waving, his lips moving but he stopped talking.

Qin Feng was startled and stopped.

"Qin, after dinner, if you have time, I mean if you have time...come and chat with me."

Cruyff looked serious.

Qin Feng put away his smile.

Although I don’t know what Cruyff wants to talk about.

But I have to go to the operating table tomorrow.

Everyone gets nervous.

Let alone Cruyff.

Even now, my heart is beating faster.

I think Cruyff wanted someone to talk to him and relieve his tension...

Take a deep breath.

Qin Feng promised, "Don't worry John, I will be back early, for sure!"

Out of the ward.

Let Johansson and the others leave temporarily.

Qin Feng found Adams who had not left yet and chatted in a low voice.

The two went together to the doctor's office where Cruyff would be operated on tomorrow.

"This is Dr. Kent, one of the most authoritative people in the world in the treatment of lung cancer."

Adams pointed to a doctor in his 50s in the office.

Qin Feng lowered his stance.

Bend forward and shake hands.

Surgery is tomorrow.

Qin Feng wanted to know what the chances of success were for the operation.

"I can only say that the chance of success is very high." Dr. Kent said solemnly: "Mr. Cruyff's physical condition is good, but that's all I can say. I hope Chairman Qin understands."

Qin Feng frowned, "So Dr. Kent, even you can't guarantee that the operation will be 100% successful?"

"The one who can guarantee 100% success is God, not me."

Dr. Kent spread his hands and shrugged, and said helplessly: "I will try my best. As for the final result, it depends on God's will!"

"Dr. Kent, there are no outsiders here, please..."

Qin Feng doesn't care about God's will.

That's what he cares about.

Will Cruyff's surgery go smoothly tomorrow? Will he put on his beige windbreaker again and stride onto the green field with his head held high?

"Director Qin, I know you are a friend of Dean Adams, but this is what I say to everyone."

Dr. Kent was even more helpless.

While explaining, he looked at Adams for help.

"Okay Qin, let's go!"

Adams rolled his eyes.

Pulling Qin Feng out who still wanted to ask questions.

"Qin, calm down!"

Arrived in the corridor.

Adams pressed his hands down and said: "There is no 100% successful operation in the world. Everything is possible. You can no longer force Dr. Kent to promise anything!"

"Yes, yes, I know..."

against the wall.

Qin Feng rubbed his face vigorously, "It's just that I can't help but care, right..."

It seemed like I suddenly remembered something.

Qin Feng said seriously: "Stephen today is the vice president of the research center. Will he affect the results of the operation because of his disagreement with us?"

"Absolutely not!"

Adams straightened his white coat and said, "You have to trust the doctors at Johns Hopkins Hospital. Even if Stephen really dislikes you, he will not tamper with the operation. Otherwise, his life will be over!"

"You promise, Tim?"

Qin Feng refused to give up.

"I promise!" Adams answered firmly without any hesitation.

Hear this.

Qin Feng was relieved for the time being.

The two of them walked and talked.

Out the door.

Adams said goodbye and left.

"Tim, can a patient smoke before surgery? One!"

Qin Feng suddenly opened his mouth.

Adams, who had taken two steps, stopped, stunned...

"..."

Adams walks away.

Qin Feng glanced left and right at the gate.

An Audi commercial vehicle drove over.

It’s Johansson, Beckenbauer, Qian Zhisong and others who haven’t left yet.

"Director Qin, let's go, we are waiting for you to eat."

Qian Zhisong got out of the car and quickly walked around to Qin Feng's side and opened the door for him.

Qin Feng had no intention of getting in the car.

Not far away, across the street, there was a small supermarket selling Dragon Kingdom products.

He looked with raised eyebrows.

Qin Feng asked Qian Zhisong and his gang to leave first, "You don't have to wait for me to eat. I'll go back to the hotel later..."

The Audi commercial vehicle drove slowly.

He turned the corner and disappeared.

Take a long breath.

Qin Feng looked around, then quickly ran to the other side of the road and entered Longguo Supermarket.

Not for a while.

He walked out of the store with a pack of instant noodles in his hand.

Rows of street lights flashed on for a few times, and the dim light reflected on the deserted street, making Qin Feng's figure grow taller.

Look up.

There wasn't a single star in the sky.

Sighed softly.

Qin Feng crossed the road.

Enter medical school.

Soon returned to Cruyff's ward.

Cruyff and his family were chatting in the house.

See Qin Feng.

Everyone was startled.

"Qin, have you had dinner so soon? No need to socialize?" Cruyff glanced at the wall clock in surprise, "It's been less than an hour since you left!"

"I have better options."

Qin Feng raised the instant noodles in his hand...

Adams' face is there.

Not even 10 minutes.

Instant noodles made from hospital lunch boxes went to Cruyff's ward.

It was still pushed up on a trolley.

Place it next to Cruyff's bed.

Cruyff's family has left.

Qin Feng was unceremonious.

He sat down next to Cruyff, frowned at the knife and fork beside the lunch box, and finally picked up the fork on his left hand.

“Foreigners are so pathetic, they can’t even use chopsticks!”

Pick up a ball of dough with a fork.

Qin Feng breathed it into his mouth with difficulty.

"Be careful what you say, I will be a real 'foreigner' around you."

The instant noodles are so fragrant.

Cruyff sniffed twice and said, "Qin, has no one ever told you how hateful you are?"

"Eating instant noodles in front of a person who has surgery tomorrow and must fast tonight, come on, give me a bite and let me see if it tastes the same as the ones from Long Guo!"

He reached out and grabbed the fork in Qin Feng's hand.

Qin Feng slapped Cruyff with a backhand, which made Cruyff grin, "Stop talking nonsense John, if you miss, you can eat it!"

"That's right, old Cruyff doesn't want to die yet..." With a self-deprecating smile, Cruyff leaned back on the pillow standing at the head of the bed.

Take two mouthfuls of noodles.

Qin Feng asked vaguely: "John, why did you ask me to come here specifically?"

"It's nothing special. Just take a look at this thing and watch it while you eat."

Thick black book was thrown over.

Is it Cruyff's playbook?

The black leather surface is heavily worn, and it is the tactical notebook that Cruyff always held in his hand.

Qin Feng was startled, took the book and opened it to take a closer look.

front.

This was Cruyff's tactical idea when he first entered the Liaodong team.

Next, there is the tactical setup of the new Liaodong team.

Only these two parts.

It takes up half of the book.

Turn back again.

Qin Feng's breathing stagnated.

The handwriting is densely packed, written in pencil, blue pen, and red ballpoint pen.

The content ranges from player configuration, to tactical development, to team building.

It’s all about the future of the Liaodong team.

"Qin, do you have anything else to add?"

Cruyff put his head on his hands and looked at the ceiling, "If I have any questions tomorrow, you have to fulfill them!"

……