[Football] In the name of the team doctor

Lin Wei originally thought about opening a room for his mother in the hotel to make her stay more comfortable, but Mr. Tang has been used to frugality all his life, and he always chooses the cheapest flight when he comes to Madrid. It is no problem to stay in a hotel for a day or two. But she doesn't just stay here for a day or two, it's better to live at home.

Lin Wei couldn't resist his mother, so he could only hug the pillow and quilt and go to the living room to sleep on the sofa.

In the middle of the night, he buried his head under the quilt and called his boyfriend. The two of them chatted without a word, when the light in the living room suddenly turned on.

Lin Wei was so frightened that he turned over and sat up. Mr. Tang put on a knitted coat and stood at the door of the bedroom looking at him.

Lin Wei was still holding the phone in his hand, and Chris sighed on the other end of the phone, and the cooperation with Pepe felt more tacit.Dr. Xiaolin could only pretend to say: "Yeah, okay, I see, we will talk tomorrow." Then he quickly hung up the phone.

Tang Yao came over and sat beside him: "I'm still on the phone so late."

"Well," Lin Wei nodded solemnly, "A little thing at work. What's the matter, can't sleep because of jet lag?"

"A little."

Lin Wei held his mother's hand: "Then let me chat with you."

Tang Yao looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was past eleven o'clock: "Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

"It doesn't matter, I just need to arrive at the training base before ten o'clock every day."

The mother and son chatted casually, mostly about Lin Wei's life in Munich or Madrid.The thing Tang Yao cared most about was whether his son had a girlfriend, and he asked for a long time on the sidelines, but Lin Wei was very tight-lipped and refused to reveal his love life at all.

Lin Wei was very busy at work during this period, mainly because Zidane gave him tasks, as if he was completing the ki, no injuries, no bonuses.

Although he tried many ways, Carvajal's recovery from his injury was still not satisfactory. Lin Wei was looking up information and literature every day for this matter, and his head was going bald.

Teacher Tang himself is a master of Chinese medicine, and he pays special attention to health preservation. He has always taken good care of his body, so even in the adaptation stage of jet lag, his mental state is still very good.

Knowing that his son encountered some troubles at work, he took the initiative to share his worries and undertook the work of cleaning the house, buying vegetables and cooking.Although she can't speak Spanish, she can speak some English. Lin Wei took him to a nearby supermarket once, and it was no problem to go out to buy groceries alone.

"Little V, it's time to eat." In addition to her necessary changes of clothes and daily necessities, there are also some external ointments that Lin Jinsong brought to her son in the two big boxes of Teacher Tang. The rest are all kinds of ingredients she prepared. She brought all those who could be brought on the plane and passed the customs inspection.

Lin Wei made himself a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs. Although it wasn't the same taste as at home, it was not too bad. He kept praising his mother's cooking skills and how happy he was now.

But when he was eating, he didn't forget to hold his mobile phone, while checking information, and texting with his boyfriend at the same time.

"Put down the phone, eat well, and deal with work after dinner." Teacher Tang gave a look, and Lin Wei obediently threw the phone on the sofa.

"If you encounter any difficulties at work, you can talk to your mother."

Lin Wei stuffed a big mouthful of rice into his mouth, and chuckled lightly: "If you're a gynecologist, don't instruct me in my work. After all, my patients don't have anything to do with 'menstrual, vaginal, fetal, obstetric, and miscellaneous.'"

Teacher Tang was amused by his son's nonsensical words: "Although I am a gynecologist, I have lived with a professor who specializes in acupuncture for most of my life. Tell me."

Since she strongly demanded, Lin Wei gave a general account of Carvajal's injury, and regarded it as a topic of chat at the dinner table.

"There is something wrong with your thinking."

Lin Wei was taken aback: "What's the problem?"

Teacher Tang showed a kind smile: "You, although the treatment methods of Chinese medicine are often used in work now, but the thinking mode has long been detached from Chinese medicine."

Lin Wei disagreed with her statement: "My enlightenment is Chinese medicine, how can I forget what is engraved in my bones?"

"But since you were 17 years old, you have systematically studied Western medicine for 12 years, especially in the trauma department, where you rely too much on physical therapy and recovery training."

Lin Wei argued: "It's not that I rely too much on it. Traumatology is different from internal medicine. If it's not for local administration, it's often difficult to achieve results for acute injuries. I serve one of the world's top clubs, and there is an average of one game every three days." In the game, I must ensure that the players recover from injury in a short time."

Tang Yao filled a bowl of chicken soup and put it in front of him: "Many people now say that traditional Chinese medicine is slow in effect, and you agree with it, so you never consider using traditional Chinese medicine in acute injuries, but antibiotics first?"

"..."

Lin Wei fell into thinking, and Teacher Tang continued to educate and guide his son: "It is undeniable that antibiotics are the greatest invention of modern medicine, but I believe that nothing is better than traditional Chinese medicine in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. You just said that patients because of The injury of the anterior cruciate ligament has always caused hematoma in the joint cavity, so you might as well try the effect of oral administration and external application.”

Lin Wei blurted out: "What kind of recipe do you use?"

"Do you want me to teach you what recipe to use? Think for yourself."

Think for yourself, after all, there are only a few prescriptions for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Also a lot more convenient.

The next day he brought a thermos to work. Several people in the team had drunk his special drink and knew exactly what was in it.

Carvajal was very resistant, he just opened it and smelled it, and refused to drink anything.Lin Wei rubbed his lips and fought wits with him with a disposable paper cup.

"The coach asked me to cure you before the game against Tottenham."

Dasha shook his head: "It can't be cured, but I can't force it. In fact, it doesn't matter if I rest for two weeks."

"It's not two weeks." Lin Wei looked at him expressionlessly, "If you refuse to cooperate obediently, I can only make you injured for three months."

Three months would be after the winter break, Carvajal hesitated, his eyes shifted from Lin Wei's face to the big cup full of thick concoction in his hand, and he flinched immediately: "Three months It's not unacceptable."

"The head coach can't accept it." Lin Wei suddenly took a step forward, bent down and whispered something in Carvajal's ear, then took a step back, with a gentle smile on his face, holding the cup in his hand Send it to him.

Carvajal closed his eyes and turned his attention, took the cup and put it to his lips, raised his head and gulped three or two mouthfuls, and poured a cup full of medicine into his stomach.

Lin Wei nodded in satisfaction, and said in his usual gentle voice, "Three times a day, a total of five doses."

Carvajal's eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

Perez was very curious, and chased Lin Wei all the way to the outside of the medical room, trying to find out what the other party said in Carvajal's ear.

"It's nothing." Lin Wei poured himself a cup of coffee and drank half of it in one gulp. "I told him Ashraf is a good guy, and he has three months to prove himself to the head coach."

The next day was a rest day. Lin Wei took Mr. Tang to stroll around Madrid for a day, buying clothes, perfume and skin care products. Although Mr. Tang complained about his son’s wasting money, the smile on his face couldn’t be concealed. live.

During the whole process of shopping with his mother, Lin Wei was a little absent-minded, because Chris will return to Spain after the national team training today, and the two of them have not seen each other for more than ten days. Because of Tang Yao's arrival, the communication can only be Relying on text messages, the urgency to see each other is self-evident.

Lin Wei was torn to death. He wanted to meet his boyfriend, but he didn't want his mother to know. He thought of countless excuses in his heart, but none of them could withstand scrutiny. No matter how he thought about it, there were many flaws.

He had already booked a good restaurant in advance, and took Mr. Tang there for dinner, and the mother and son enjoyed a sumptuous Spanish meal.

After dinner, it was past ten o'clock in the evening, and Teacher Tang was also tired, so Lin Wei accompanied her home to rest.

On the way, I received a text message that Chris had already got off the plane and was rushing over to his apartment.

Lin Wei couldn't stop, and didn't want to stop, fidgeting at home waiting for his mother to take a shower and father to go to bed by phone.

During the period, I received another message from someone, and it turned out to be a photo, which happened to be the balcony of his house. Just by looking at the camera angle, Lin Wei knew where his boyfriend's car was parked.

More than half an hour later, he walked lightly to the door of the bedroom, listened for a long time, opened the door and looked in through a gap, making sure his mother was asleep, and then sneaked out of the door.

Going downstairs to the place where Chris parked, he saw the conspicuous Rolls-Royce Phantom from a long distance away. He opened the passenger door, and as soon as he sat on it, he was pulled over by his collar, and then someone climbed up. The warm lips pressed against each other urgently, their lips and tongues entangled, frantically plundering each other's breath.

"It feels like cheating." Seeing Lin Wei blushing and panting slightly, the president wished he could do everything he wanted in the car.

The person sitting next to him still looked at him with wet eyes: "Is it exciting?"

Chris couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled the opponent's hand over and pressed it on an energetic part: "What do you think?"

"There are more exciting things." Lin Wei moved his fingers in a random way, and then took his hands back unexpectedly, smiling a little badly, "Go home, see you at the training base tomorrow."

"Really?" Chris turned his head, his eyes were very bright in the darkness, there was no concealment in it besides doting, he leaned over and helped Lin Wei fasten his seat belt, "Your face It says 'I don't want to go home at all'."

Lin Wei lowered his head slightly, and kissed his side cheek: "You can see it all."

The two came to a five-star hotel a few kilometers away. A certain boss didn't even go to the front desk, and led the familiar people to an elevator specially for VIPs.

The elevator went straight to the top floor, where there was only one suite. Lin Wei was a little dazed when he was dragged into the room by his wrist, and stood at the door, refusing to take another step inside.

The impatient CEO took a step forward and planned to hold someone down to exchange a deep kiss, but he never wanted to be dodged by the other party. The kid had a playful look in his eyes, and his tone of half-smile made people want to beat him up: "No need!" Shall I explain first?"

"Explain what?"