[Football] In the name of the team doctor

Chris lay on the grass with his eyes covered for a long time before recovering. He felt that the other party's spikes seemed to have poked his eyes, or maybe not, who knows?

The palm has been pressed on the wound, trying to relieve the severe pain of the left eye, but it has little effect, which can't match the comfort that the man's covering hand brought to his body and mind.

Lin Wei's voice was very soft, with almost inaudible tremors: "Let me see the wound."

So, Chris slowly put down his hand, and the eyes that had been covered for a long time saw the light of the sky again, but the first thing that was projected on the retina was a large blurred blood red—it was the blood from his wound that flowed into the eyes.

After blinking twice, I got used to it a bit, but I didn't see Lin Wei at the first glance, but saw another party involved in the incident.

A young player from Deportivo, who was bending over at this time, kept apologizing to him, explaining that he didn't mean it, and he didn't expect him to be injured.

Chris propped up his upper body with one hand, and then waved towards him twice with the bloody other hand: "Relax brother, it's not your fault, I bumped into it myself."

The young man reached out to help him, but Chris avoided him, and the smile on his face became more wanton: "The key is that I scored this goal."

"..."

Deportivo's young player named Mel, he had the same question in his heart as the medical director of Real Madrid: Is it so important whether the goal is scored or not? What is the difference between 6 to 1 and 7 to 1?

"Can you not move?" The voice was not loud, but there was some sternness and anger faintly.

Mel shrank his neck. He was not frightened by the voice, but was frightened by the owner of the voice who dared to lose his temper at the boss of Real Madrid.

Turning his head, what he saw was the focused profile of the Real Madrid team doctor. He was a very good-looking oriental man. No one didn’t know him——Real Madrid’s Chinese team doctor. He is now more famous in European football than many Real Madrid players. .

It is said that he receives emails asking for help from the team doctors of major European league clubs every day, and some players even come to him for treatment in person.

It is also heard that he will seriously reply to the emails one by one, and he will also give his own suggestions or simple diagnosis and treatment to the players who come here especially, but he has never charged any fees.

At this time, he was taking the sterile gauze handed over by the rehabilitation teacher, holding the big brother's face, and carefully wiping the blood around the wound for him. His movements looked very light and gentle, as if he was wiping some rare treasure .

"Why don't you give me a hand?" The voice next to Mel brought Mel's thoughts back to reality. The boss was still smiling casually at him, the wound on his forehead was still bleeding, but he didn't seem to care, and turned to him instead. Stretched out a bloody hand.

Mel was about to stretch out his hand, but was diverted by an arm that suddenly stretched out—it was the Real Madrid man. He didn't look up, but said softly: "He has blood on his hand, don't touch it." .”

So Lin Wei pulled up the person sitting on the ground and led him to the sidelines.Seeing his lips pursed and his face sullen, and his eyes still a little red, Chris leaned over to comfort him: "I'm fine, just a little injury."

"..." Lin Wei didn't intend to talk to him.

Chris smiled again and said, "Aren't you going to cry?"

"..." Lin Wei raised his eyelids and gave him a white look, but still didn't speak.

The broadcast camera followed them all the way, from Chris talking with Lin Wei with his head down and laughing, to the rolling eyes that the latter couldn't bear to give, and it was clearly shown in front of the fans in front of the TV with a long shot.

So the Internet exploded again. Although I don't know what the two of them said specifically, this interaction is too sweet. The relationship between the two is really good, and Lin Wei can't hide the concerned eyes.

When he came to the sidelines, Chris sat down on the ice pack box. Lin Wei raised his head and took a closer look. He carefully cleaned the wound with hydrogen peroxide solution for fear of irritating his eyes. President Impatiently urged: "Hurry up!"

"What's the rush?" Lin Wei stretched out his hand to Xu Jie. Before he could speak, the other party handed something into his hand. Lin Wei looked down and saw that it was a Band-Aid.

"This won't work," Lin Wei threw the Band-Aid aside. "There is almost no fat and muscle in the eye sockets. The skin is thin and rich in blood vessels. It is difficult to stop bleeding. Give me the skin stapler."

Xu Jie glanced at him with a complicated expression, and then looked at the boss who was sitting on the box as if nothing had happened: "There are less than 10 minutes left in the game, so there is no need."

"Bring it."

Xu Jie took out something similar to a stapler from the medicine box and handed it to him. Lin Wei slightly raised the head of the person with Qian, pulled the skin around his wound together with one hand, and put the "stapler" on the other hand. To prepare the injured part, he squeezed the stapler firmly without hesitation. His expression didn't look like he was ordering skin, but it was really like ordering a stack of A4 paper.

Hearing a "click" the wound was precisely pasted together by a staple, and Xu Jie beside him couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if he could feel the sharp pain of the nail piercing through the skin , but the boss sitting there just clenched his fist and didn't react too much.

Lin Wei carefully observed the wound, and after making sure that the first attempt was successful and that no other tissue was embedded, he gently removed the stapler, and without any explanation, he did it again at the other end of the wound.

Chris stood up and changed his jersey, suddenly put his arm around Lin Wei's shoulder, gave him a quick hug, and rushed into the field without looking back.

With less than 10 minutes left in the game, Chris could only play until the end of the game with injuries because there were no substitutions.

Back in the locker room, the teammates were celebrating the long-lost victory, but the man who scored twice today was sitting in the physiotherapy room, waiting for Lin Wei to treat his wound further.

Xu Jie stood aside with a mobile phone, ready to take a picture of the treatment process, but Lin Wei drove him out with a look.When Xu Jie withdrew, he was very considerate and helped them close the door of the physiotherapist's room, so there were only the two of them left in the room.

Chris's good mood continued until the end of the game, with a smile on his face all the time, looking at Lin Wei's back, wondering what he was doing with his back turned to him.

The wound had already been stapled with a skin stapler, and there was no need for stitches. In fact, Lin Wei didn't need to do anything. He just needed to be disinfected with povidone iodine and a little anti-inflammatory ointment.

It was obvious that he was in a bad mood, but Chris was in a good mood, so he was not idle when he was standing in front of him and was treating his wound. Then he said, "What is this painted on?"

"Growth factor gel, to help the wound heal." Lin Wei carefully dabbed a little on his wound with a cotton swab. Chris felt that it was not evenly applied, so he stopped his hand.

"Give me some more, it will get better soon." At some point, Chris's hands had wrapped around Lin Wei's waist, and he hugged him.

Lin Wei patted his hand away: "If you are not afraid of leaving a hideous scar, I will apply a thick layer on you."

"Forget it, after all, you have to rely on your face to eat."

Lin Wei was shocked by his shamelessness, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, so he turned to pack his things.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Chris walked over and hugged him from behind: "Are you angry?"

Lin Wei arranged the instruments and medicines piled up on the table by category, and put them all into boxes: "No."

He moved a step, and Chris followed him. In short, he stuck tightly to him and refused to let go: "It's written on his face, and he still said no."

Lin Wei sighed, turned around and stood face to face with him: "It doesn't matter if the goal is scored or not, anyway, didn't we all win? It's worth the risk of getting injured and hitting someone's shoe spikes?"

Although the injury was not so serious, two stitches would suffice for an incision of about one centimeter, but Lin Wei still felt a wave of fear when he thought of the scene just now, especially when he saw that the wound was only a few millimeters away from the eyes. At the time, he was really terrified.

"Of course it does matter. Every chance to score is worth my best effort. Don't I also want to brush up the statistics and hit the top scorer of the season?"

"..." Lin Wei was convinced. It turned out that people didn't care about this injury at all, and he was the one who worried about it here.

So he didn't say anything else, turned around to close the medicine box, and prepared to go out with it.Chris gave him a tug, but didn't, watching him open the door and stride out.

At this time, Betoni just came in to check on Chris' situation, and just raised his hand to say hello to Lin Wei, but the other party passed him by as if he hadn't seen him, and walked to the other side.

Betoni turned around and looked at Chris in surprise: "What's wrong with him?"

Chris shrugged: "Be mad at me."

Bertoni nodded knowingly, with an expression of "it's not convenient for me to participate in your family affairs", and cared about Chris's injury. It seemed that the problem was not serious, so he was relieved.

When leaving the stadium, Lin Wei took the initiative to sit in the driver's seat and drove home without saying a word.After waiting for the red light, Chris stretched out his hand to hold his hand, but Lin Wei threw it away calmly.

When Lin Wei got home, he parked the car at the door, and Chris looked at him sideways: "Park in the garage."

Lin Wei said, "Go down first."

In fact, the boss was a little guilty and didn't dare to provoke him, so he opened the door and got out of the car.Who knew that just as his feet landed on the ground and the car door was not closed tightly, the other party had already driven away in the car.

"..."

Chris took out his mobile phone to call him, thought for a long time and no one answered, and then sent him a message: "Why are you going?"

"..."

"Come back and let's talk."

"..."

The domineering president with red and swollen eyes stood in front of their mansion and blew the biting cold wind for a while, then picked up his phone again and edited a message: "I was wrong, come back." eoji emoticons.

Shortly after pressing the send button, his Audi rs7 stopped in front of him again.The door behind him opened slowly, and he stood aside and welcomed people into the yard as if he were welcoming a distinguished guest.