[Football] In the name of the team doctor

Lin Wei stayed with Marcelo in the physiotherapy room and checked his injuries first.It finally came to the long-awaited butt touching session with fluffy hair, but when it came time to lie down on the bed, he began to twitch again: "Be gentle, it's very itchy! No, no, it's more itchy this way, it should be heavier... Ahhh Oh no...it hurts, van!"

Lin Wei has heard too much about this kind of ghost, and he has long been able to keep his face and turn a deaf ear.He concentrates on manipulating his legs and hip joints in various positions to fully expose the deep muscle groups for his palpation.

"That's right, that's the place, it hurts... ah, ah, ah, please be gentle!" Marcelo didn't know what it meant to control the volume, anyway, there were only the two of them in the locker room now.

After the game, except for a few people who were entangled by reporters in the mixed interview area, other players returned to the locker room one after another, and the staff greeted them at the door according to the usual practice.The first person to come in was Pepe who didn't play today. As soon as he stepped into the door of the locker room, he heard Marcelo's cry. Master Pei thought that something indescribable was happening inside, so he stepped back halfway subconsciously. step.

After exiting, I realized that something was wrong. This is the home team locker room of the Bernabéu Stadium. Who is so daring and dares to do indescribable things here.

Just when Master Pei came to a conclusion after thinking and analyzing, Isco, who also heard the cry, rushed in first.Followed by Vazquez, Carvajal...

Several people crowded around the treatment bed where Marcelo was lying.Carvajal rubbed his shaggy head and asked him, "What did van do to you? Make you scream so good."

The team pet raised his head, and there was a layer of water vapor in his big and round eyes: "You will know if you lie on it and try it, it's really cool!"

"What, what?" Isco, the curious baby, stretched his head and saw Lin Wei put Marcelo's left leg in a strange position with one hand, and pressed his buttocks with the other hand. "It looks really cool, let me try it."

As he said that, he really stretched out his hand, impatiently rubbing it twice on Ma Pengpeng's thick gluteus maximus, causing the team favorite to yell "Wow", wishing to stand up and beat him up immediately.

Lin Wei's inspection has come to an end. When he let go of his hand, he glanced at Isco, and then took out an ice pack from the box next to him.Over there, Carvajal and the others were still fighting, but Lin Wei suddenly pressed the ice pack on the back of Isco's hand, and asked him gently and caringly, "Is it cool?"

Isco withdrew his hand: "It's okay." Then, while Lin Wei was applying ice to Marcelo, he stretched out his claws to Marcelo's waist, squeezed it lightly and heavily, and praised it Said: "It's still so thin."

Today, Real Madrid won a hearty and tough battle at home. To be honest, they can reverse the game when they are behind by one goal and rub their cousin on the ground. This feeling is the same as defeating Barcelona. experience.

The locker room was already full of demons dancing wildly, and no one noticed their jokes in the physical therapy room, except for a certain boss who had just returned from the mixed interview area.

The boss walked as if carrying the wind, and when he walked into the physiotherapy room, several people who were fighting stopped and looked at him.However, the CEO's eyes fell on Isco's hand on Lin Wei's waist precisely.

The poor golden boy was stunned on the spot, watching Chris walking straight towards him, completely unaware of what was about to happen next, only feeling the "murderous look" in the eyes of today's boss.

Without looking back, Lin Wei was still applying ice to Marcelo, and said in an orderly manner: "According to my judgment, it may be that the quadratus femoris muscle is slightly strained. The area should not be large, but we need to take a picture of it specifically." ri can make a definite diagnosis. You don't have to worry, I can make you fully recovered in a maximum of two weeks."

Since Chris came in, everyone's voices in the physical therapy room stopped abruptly, only Lin Wei was still explaining Marcelo's injury seriously.

The president walked up to Isco, grabbed the other's wrist, pulled the claw off the slender waist that he had hugged twice, and led him to the dressing room outside: "I see you I can’t run anymore after 70 minutes today, and I still need to strengthen my physical training in the future.”

Isco smiled awkwardly but politely: "But, I was replaced by the coach in the 65th minute."

"Oh..." The boss hugged his shoulder without changing his expression, and said through gritted teeth, "I can't last for 70 minutes, so I should practice more."

"..."

Marcelo buried his head in his arms, almost laughing himself to death.

Not long after, Zidane and Olmer walked in from the outside together.The two people who came in with Isco to join in the fun before saw the head coach coming, and didn't want to stay with Olmedo, so they slipped out like a gust of wind just like when they came in.

Zidane first asked about Marcelo's injury, and Lin Wei repeated what he had just said.Zidane was silent for a moment, and immediately grasped the crux of the problem, so he asked a question that made Olmer instantly nervous.

"Is there any direct connection between this injury and the discomfort in his hip in the last game?"

Olmer's face darkened, and he looked at Lin Wei with warning eyes, but the other party didn't look back at him.

Lin Wei just looked at Zidane without squinting, and nodded honestly: "I think there is. Arcelo's hip discomfort in the last game was actually due to the excessive muscle tension of the hip joint external rotators, while That situation didn't work out very well, and that resulted in him being on the floor today, chasing that ball that was going out of bounds at the end, and pulling a muscle."

Zidane turned his head to look at the medical director on the side. The French are always polite and impeccable, but the words he asked were still extremely sharp: "Does Mr. Olmer know about this?"

The expression on the medical director's face changed for a moment, but soon returned to normal.He didn't answer Zidane's question, but instead asked Lin Wei a question that was unexpected to everyone present: "It seems that van has long known that Arcelo has a problem of hypertonia in deep muscle groups, so that When did it happen?"

The conversation between the few of them had already attracted the attention of several players in the locker room. Ramos stood at the door with his upper body naked and his waist tucked in, as if he was ready to speak at any time.

At some point, Benzema also came over and leaned against the door frame on the other side with his arms folded, with the appearance of "who dares to bully van, I must stand up for him".

Behind them, there is another team leader who scored twice today and just won the v of this game, and looks here with a gloomy face.Isco, who was beside him, was about to be frozen to death by the chill emanating from the domineering president Zhou Shen, so he hurried back to his seat trembling while he was unprepared.

However, several physiotherapists heard the leader's subtext. This was to punish Lin Wei for concealing his illness and failing to report it.

Lin Wei is not stupid, how could he fail to hear that the leader is attacking him.But he still stood there calmly, and gave an affirmative answer very calmly: "Yes, I discovered it during the intermission."

"Then why didn't you report this to me or the head coach?" Olmer didn't intend to forgive others, but instead tried to catch Lin Wei's so-called mistake and make trouble to cover up his own problem, "Do you know Knowing that if you brought this up early, the coaching staff would have had enough time to make adjustments and Arcelo could have avoided this injury."

Zidane next to him did not speak, waiting for Lin Wei's explanation.

Olmer was so aggressive, but Ramos, who had been standing at the door, couldn't help but said at this time: "Without Arcelo's final pass, do you think we can win this game?"

Marcelo was about to get off the treatment bed as soon as he stretched his arms. He had to speak for Lin Wei. He had to tell Zidane that it had nothing to do with Lin Wei at the last moment of the game, but Lin Wei. decision.

But the right hand put on his shoulder at the right time, stopping his next move.That hand was slender, fair, and well-defined, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.But it was this hand that seemed to be in good condition and hadn't experienced much weather, but the strength on his shoulder could not be ignored.

Lin Wei suddenly smiled, he was already good-looking and small, even if he simply curled the corners of his lips, it would make people feel better.

But now is not the time to laugh, so the smile on his face is reserved and restrained.

"I remember this morning, during the routine inspection of the starting players. You said that his hip discomfort before is no longer a serious problem, and he is completely qualified to start." He turned to look at Zidane, "I'm just going up During the half-time game, I noticed that arcelo had a slight pause in his left leg when he was sprinting, but he was located more than half a court away from me. I have to trust my boss's judgment on the player's physical condition, so I think I was wrong."

Marcelo immediately echoed him: "Yes, before the injury, I didn't feel any difference in my body at all."

Instead of looking at the wonderful expression and color changes on Olmer's face, Lin Wei just said sincerely to Zidane: "I'm sorry, hesitantly, I made a mistake in judgment and failed to prevent this injury in time."

What kind of cleverness is he shaking, deliberately concealing key information, which can be seen almost at a glance from Zidane.But the main responsibility for this matter lies with Olmer. The medical director is now increasingly careless about his professional level, and even tries to forcibly blame others for his fault in front of everyone.

At this time, Qin Duo, the team leader, suddenly walked into the locker room, and the crisp applause attracted everyone's attention: "Boys, get ready, the chairman will come to the locker room to celebrate the victory with everyone."