[Football] In the name of the team doctor

When Lin Wei talked about his secret, he was a little proud: "Did you know that girls have put love letters in my desk since elementary school, and there are more girls in junior high school, even in senior grades? All the seniors will covet my beauty and talent."

Chris is more curious: "With so many admirers, is there anything that satisfies you?"

"No," Lin Wei smiled, his eyes are always crooked, very friendly, and a little bit playful, he is a big boy full of youth, "When the boys around me are always keen to peek at the clothes in magazines Exposed beauties, when it comes to discussing girls' developing femininity, I'm not at all interested in any of that."

He realized that he was completely different from other male students. It was not a little discovery, but a long and painful process from self-denial to self-closing to face it calmly, which also included the experience of another important person. Participation, but I don't want to mention it at this time, so I selectively omitted it.

"At that time, I was very apprehensive and scared. The older I grow up, the less I want to be a different person in the eyes of others. I have always been a good student in the eyes of parents and teachers, and the most popular existence among my classmates. I experience performance every day. I have to be the same as everyone else to hide my extreme inferiority complex and insecurity.”

Lin Wei raised his head, his eyes and tone were very calm: "But this state of self-denial did not last long, because I am a good student who is good at thinking and learning, and soon I learned from professional books and the Internet. The answer, it’s no big deal to find out, it’s common across species, and I just happen to be that ten percent.”

"Very well," Chris kissed his forehead, "Since the problem has been perfectly solved, what are you worried about?"

"I once told you that my parents are traditional-minded people. Their long-cherished wish is that after I graduate from college, I can have a stable job with good income, be a teacher or a doctor, and marry someone with a family background and education background. Almost girls, like them, have a little academic achievement, and then live a normal life."

Chris' expression also became serious: "I'm afraid you're going to disappoint them."

Lin Wei recalled a very naive idea in his student days: "At that time, I thought, if I never fall in love for the rest of my life, my parents will never know that their son is different from others, so I will neither Even if you hurt them, you can keep your principles."

Chris really couldn't understand why some people choose to suppress their emotions for the sake of others' feelings. He hugged the person tightly and comforted him: "You should thank God for letting you meet me."

Lin Wei rolled over and fell on top of him: "That's right, I've lived a good life for 28 years, why did I meet you?"

"You will have a better life after meeting me. Don't worry, they just want you to be happy. The only thing you have to do is let them know that I am the one who can make you happy."

"You don't understand," Lin Wei sighed, "My mother looks gentle and elegant, but it's actually hard for others to change her perception."

Chris stroked his back lightly: "It's okay, you can take your time, we have a lot of time anyway."

So the next day, Ricky had already arranged the plane for them in advance, Lin Wei stood on the tarmac and looked at the small Gulfstream business jet in front of him, and then suddenly realized, and turned to look at his boyfriend: "It turns out that this was premeditated. "

The president put his shoulders on him and pushed him to the side of the plane, and said to him from left to right: "You care so much, come and take a group photo as a souvenir."

Lin Wei handed over the mobile phone to the staff at the side, and beckoned Rcky to join him.

Before getting off the plane, Lin Wei gave his boyfriend a good disguise: a fisherman hat and sunglasses that can cover half of his face. If the weather wasn't too hot, he even planned to let him wear a mask.

Ricky said that there is no need to bother, he has already booked the hotel in advance and has a car to pick him up.

At noon, the three of them arrived at the hotel smoothly. In the elevator, Lin Wei took Ricky's hotel and praised him sincerely: "Brothers are very thoughtful."

He hid the knife in his smile, and his eyes revealed malicious intentions, Ricky nodded calmly: "It should be done."

Lin Wei leaned into his ear and asked him, "When was this planned?"

Ricky chose to sell the boss in front of the boss's wife without any ideological struggle: "After finalizing the China trip cooperation with Nike, it was about three months ago."

Lin Wei nodded, expressing that he was very good.In line with the principle of frankness and leniency, he chose not to pursue the responsibility of other personnel involved, and the relevant punishment is only for the mastermind.

So Ricky took out a room card and stuffed it into Lin Wei's hand, and pushed two big boxes into another room as if nothing had happened.

Lin Wei opened the door and dragged him in. He looked very thin and weak, but as a team doctor who needed to massage the players, how could he not have enough strength in his hands? At least he Holding Chris' wrist, the other party really couldn't break free.

Lin Wei approached him step by step, squinting his eyes with a smile: "Give the blame to my mother, and said she asked you to be a guest. I really thought it was a whim, but it turned out that it was premeditated."

Chris put one arm around his waist, and he held the other hand in his palm. He didn't intend to struggle at all: "If you don't want to, we can fly to the United States now and start the next itinerary."

"Which one?" Lin Wei blinked, but didn't realize it, thinking he was going to Miami for vacation.

Chris leaned close to his ear and whispered three words. Lin Wei seemed to be frightened, and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but he held him tightly in his arms: "What are you afraid of?"

"Whimsical," Lin Wei pushed him to the bathroom: "Take a bath and change clothes, I'll take you home."

Lin Wei originally wanted to invite Ricky to join him, but the knowledgeable old assistant said that the weather was too hot and he didn't want to go out, he just wanted to turn on the air conditioner in the hotel.

Tang Yao was sitting on the sofa flipping through a professional magazine when Lin Wei took out the key to open the door and brought the person into the house.

"Mom, the guest you invited has arrived."

Hearing the sound, Tang Yao looked up and saw a tall and strong handsome man standing at the door of his house. He had the illusion that if he didn't close the door, a whole building might come to watch.

While welcoming him into the house enthusiastically, she scolded Lin Wei: "What's the matter with you, and you didn't call back in advance, so we can get ready."

"No need to prepare anything, he just came to sit and not stay for dinner."

At this time, Lin Jinsong heard the noise and came out of the study. Although Professor Lin was just a fake fan who watched football every four years, he still knew the famous Cristiano Ronaldo. There is a sense of tension that I have never felt before being interviewed by a leader.

The four of them sat together, and the communication was all based on Lin Wei, a bad translator with private goods.The information is completely asymmetric, and they don't know what the other party said.

Although Tang Yao couldn't understand Spanish, she always felt that the eye contact between these two people was not as simple as ordinary friends.Lin Wei is still relatively restrained, the feeling when the other party looks at his son is not like looking at an ordinary friend, but like looking at his close partner.

Professor Lin took out his treasures for many years and specially brewed a pot of Biluochun. Chris had never seen tea art, and it looked quite fresh. He turned to Lin Wei and asked, "Can I have a taste?"

At this time, Professor Lin handed the teacup to him, and said "please" in English, so the two of them seemed to break through the barrier of dimensions, and finally opened up the correct way of communication.

Now there was nothing wrong with Lin Wei. After listening to them for a while, their topic always revolved around the impression of Portuguese people on China. Professor Lin transformed himself into a direct seller of health care products, trying to give foreign friends Amway the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

Lin Wei suddenly remembered something, so he stood up and walked to Chris, putting his hands on his shoulders: "By the way, Lao Lin, come and see his knees."

"What's the problem?" When it came to looking at his knees, Lao Lin immediately returned to his professional field as a university professor from a suspected MLM person.

Lin Wei briefly summed it up: "In 2014, it was patellar tendonitis, and then the acute turned to chronic. The recovery time lasted for more than half a year, and then it went back and forth, always with pain, stiffness and swelling."

An old expert with many years of clinical and teaching experience immediately grasped the key point of the problem: "This is a degenerative change. If there is any RI film, show it to me."

When Lin Wei asked Chris to get the medical records back from Portugal, he had a backup. His father said he wanted to watch the film, so he hurriedly searched in the photo album.

While Lin Wei was looking for information, Lin Jinsong squatted down on Chris's left knee. Professor Lin was much stronger than his son. As soon as he put his hand on it, he felt bad, and his fingers moved lightly and sometimes heavily on the joints. , and then compared the two sides, the brows frowned.

When Lin Wei scanned the ri films, he came in chronological order. All the films and reports of the previous and subsequent imaging examinations were together, and he took them one by one to show his father.

Tang Yao handed over his presbyopic glasses, and found that there was no gynecologist here, so he stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to make dinner.

"Mom," the son called him from behind, "don't be so busy, let's go out to eat tonight."

"Why go out to eat? I stewed yam pork ribs soup, and then made some dumplings for you, so that your friends can taste your mother's profits."

Lin Wei was a little hesitant when he heard that his mother wanted to make dumplings. He hadn't been home for the New Year for many years, and he didn't quite remember the taste of the dumplings made at home.

He thought very unconscionably, and went to see what vegetables were in the kitchen, mixed a salad with olive oil, and raised his boyfriend as a rabbit.

"Xiao Wei," his father suddenly called him, zooming in on the photo on his phone and holding it in front of him, "This is a recent film. There is obvious fibrosis, which is irreversible. This degenerative change can only relieve the symptoms. You It’s impossible not to know that.”

Lin Wei took the phone and looked at the few videos again, then turned off the screen a little annoyed and threw it on the coffee table.Chris couldn't understand what they were talking about, but he felt that Lin Wei was in a bad mood, and wanted to hold his hand, but he quietly avoided him.

Lin Wei looked at his father: "I know that organic changes cannot be restored, I just want you to see if you can restore the function. Over the past year, I have tried many methods, but the effect is good and bad."

"Of course the effect will not be good. As long as he doesn't stop running, the injury will become more and more serious. When he was injured, he should hurry up and actively treat it. The most important thing is to rest..."

Lin Wei sighed, looking more anxious and sad than the person involved: "This has a great impact on him in the game. In fact, except for the left knee joint, all his physical indicators are only equivalent to those in his 20s. I don't want him to have regrets in his career because of that."

Lin Jinsong glanced at Lin Wei suspiciously, always feeling that something was wrong, and he couldn't tell what was wrong, anyway, it was weird.

"Then you have to let me think about it, send me a copy of the information, and I will take it back and study it with your grandfather."

Lin Wei nodded: "I'll send it to you at night. Don't let others see his medical records. If it falls into the hands of the media, just wait for me to go home and eat it."

Hearing these words, Professor Lin, a literati, had the urge to commit domestic violence. Before his father delivered the goods, Lin Wei hurriedly dragged him back to his room.