"Fuck! Be gentle! Hiss... Damn Hans, this guy clearly said it was a simple surgery. If I had known it would hurt so much, I would never have come to him!"

The Holy Land Tulip Hospital is the best hospital in the Netherlands.

While being good at treating bone surgery, the Holy Land Tulip Hospital also has the best gastroenterology department in Western Europe.

It is for this reason that Stuart Pearce chose to come here to treat the hemorrhoids that had troubled him for three years after he just finished the England U21 League last season!

Yes, it is hemorrhoids.

In China, there is a saying that nine out of ten men have hemorrhoids and ten out of ten women have hemorrhoids, but in Europe, where the diet is light, the incidence of hemorrhoids is only 10% of that in China!

But unfortunately, Stuart Pearce, who just retired from the Premier League for three years, unfortunately got the most painful hemorrhoids.

"Stuart, you are a man. How can it look so exaggerated for a minor operation with anesthesia?"

The man was supported by his model wife Serena, who was ten years younger than him.

Seeing that her husband, who was once called a beast on the court, was so sissy after having a hemorrhoid surgery, she naturally rolled her eyes and complained about her husband.

"Hey! Catherine, why don't you grow one and have it cut to see if it hurts so much...hiss!!! Walk slowly, I can't do it anymore, I have to slow down!"

The two of them stood down in the corridor.

Coincidentally, just as the two stopped, Labrac, who had just hastily finished the press conference on Su Fei's injury, passed by them with a frown.

Behind Labrac, there were several reporters who broke through the hospital security personnel and followed him out.

"Mr. Labrac, do you mean to confirm that Su Fei will undergo surgery at the Holy Land Tulip Hospital?"

"Mr. Labrac, according to the latest news we have received, Dinamo Zagreb said that Su Fei fired his agent. They cannot renew the contract with Su Fei, so they will not bear the cost of Su Fei's treatment. You just didn't answer my question whether the Croatian Football Association will bear all the expenses of Su Fei?"

"Mr. Labrac, as we all know, Su Fei is an orphan.........."

The reporters surrounded Labrac like crazy.

However, how could Labrac, who was already in a big headache at the moment, answer these reporters' questions with ulterior motives?

"Security!"

"Security!!!"

"This is a hospital!"

"Please get these reporters out!"

Finally!

After the security personnel arrived, the annoying reporters left.

After waiting for the reporters to completely disappear from sight, Labrac breathed a sigh of relief and took out the phone from his trouser pocket and dialed it.

"Mr. Master, the press conference is over. According to your instructions, I have revealed the news that Dinamo Zagreb refused to pay Su's medical expenses. However, the hospital now says that Su's injury is very serious and needs surgery as soon as possible..."

Here, Labrachi was reporting the latest progress to his master, and turned his head to see a hot girl in black silk gourd shape. Of course, Stuart Pierce, who was covering his butt with his right hand next to the hot girl, also caught Labrachi's eye.

Then...

Then Labrachi immediately stopped his speech, gave Catherine a smile that he thought was very cool, and left quickly.

"Su?"

Labrachi left, and Stuart Pierce, who was standing there and heard the conversation between Labrachi and the reporters just now, suddenly muttered.

As an excellent Premier League team youth training coach, Stuart Pierce has naturally been paying attention to all the news of this cup since the World Youth Championship.

Stuart Pierce knew that the Su mentioned by Labrac was the Croatian super genius center Su Fei who was popular all over the world before tonight.

Of course, Stuart Pierce, who was lying in the ward and watching the live broadcast, also knew that Su Fei was seriously injured.

But Stuart Pierce didn't know that he and Su Fei were actually in the same hospital, and he also heard a piece of news that made the old man who had always been keen on charity work feel uncomfortable.

The genius fell, and he should have been surrounded by flowers, but now he was kicked around like a ball by his own club and the Croatian Football Association.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stuart, are you going to walk or not? You have been walking for 20 minutes in a distance of less than 20 meters!"Stuart Pierce began to sympathize with Su Fei, who was also staying in the hospital.

Catherine, whose waist was sore from holding her, urged Stuart.

"Got it! Let's go!"

Although he felt a little sympathetic to Su Fei, Stuart Pierce knew very well that he was just an ordinary youth team coach and had no right to participate in other people's affairs.

However!

Perhaps some things are destined.

Just after Stuart Pierce finally walked back to his ward, Stuart Pierce's phone rang.

Stuart Pierce, who had asked Catherine to lock the door of the ward and even washed everything that needed to be washed, was immediately unhappy when he heard the phone ring and wanted to answer the phone directly.

However, after picking up the phone and finding that it was the owner of his own team, Stuart Pierce's other hand, which was originally stroking the black stockings, suddenly became honest.

"Mr. Bernstein, good evening! Hiss!"

"Hmm? Stuart, is there something wrong?"

"Oh! No, Mr. Bernstein, a mosquito just bit me!"

"Oh! Well, I'm sorry to call you so late!"

"Mr. Bernstein, you are too kind. I am very honored to receive your call!"

"Haha, Stuart, you are still so humble. It's like this. The club has decided to terminate the contract with Kevin this morning..."

Before Bernstein finished speaking, Stuart's heart began to beat wildly.

The team owner called his youth team coach in the middle of the night and said that the first team coach was fired. This... This...

As expected!

"I have discussed with others. From tomorrow... no, from now on, you will be the head coach of the first team! I hope you can help our great Manchester City return to the glory of Mr. Malcolm Alisson's era (winning the English Premier League in 1968, the FA Cup in 1969, the European Cup Winners' Cup and the English League Cup in 1970)!"

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong...

Boss Bernstein's phone was hung up.

But at this moment, 43-year-old Manchester City star Stuart Pearce felt that his heart, which had been frozen for a long time, was frantically agitated again!

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