[Football] The transfer fee is 10 billion

After the team officially resumed training, Ling Yun quickly invited Wenger and their medical director to his office, and expressed to them his idea of ​​adding a new team doctor.

It's just that the identity of this new team doctor is a bit special. He may be a Chinese who is proficient in Chinese medicine.

When they heard the words "Chinese who are proficient in Chinese medicine", the expressions on the faces of the two people sitting opposite the desk became obviously weird, as if they had heard something absurd and unbelievable.

"As a Chinese, I have great confidence in the traditional medicine of my motherland. I think the combination of traditional Chinese medicine and modern sports medicine can solve many problems that plague us in terms of player injuries. What do you two think?"

Wenger considered his proposal carefully, while their medical director, Driscoll, clearly opposed it.

Wenger once taught in Japan for a period of time and has a certain understanding of Chinese medicine, but it is very limited.He asked Ling Yun: "Do you have a suitable candidate now?"

"Sorry, not yet, because my requirements for candidates are a bit harsh, and there are not many people who meet the requirements. But I have asked people to inquire as soon as possible, and I will inform you as soon as I have news."

Wenger frowned worriedly: "Although Chinese acupuncture techniques have gradually become popular in Europe in recent years, as far as I know, no club has introduced it into its own medical system."

At this time, Driscoll, who was sitting on the side, also answered: "Because it is not a scientifically proven medicine at all, it is more like some kind of... metaphysics, which has no medical basis and cannot be explained by logic. The players all It's worth the money, isn't it? I don't think any club would make fun of their bodies."

In fact, he lost his confidence in the second half of what he said, and he always felt a cold look flying from the direction of his boss, which made people feel a chill on their backs.

Driscoll carefully raised his eyelids to take a look, and as expected, he saw the frost-blade eyes of the domineering president.

But Mr. Driscoll considered himself a scholar, and a scholar should have the courage to tell the truth without fear of power, so he raised his chin sternly and met his boss's gaze.

Ling Yun glanced at him, out of self-restraint, the word "veterinarian" only passed quickly in his mind, and did not show on his face.But there was still a creepy sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he asked in a spring-like tone: "You are a sports medicine expert who graduated from a prestigious school, but Arsenal's injuries over the years have not increased compared to your predecessors. Minus, can you give me a reasonable explanation?"

There was a cold air all over his body, and he had the posture of "If you can't give me a reasonable explanation today, I will let you find another job", which scared their medical director. Sitting there angrily, not daring to speak, there is always a feeling that a scholar meets a hooligan and cannot reason with a layman, and he can't think of a rebuttal for a while.

After a few seconds of silence, Ling Yun himself slowed down his tone slightly: "I also know that players' injuries on the field are accidents, and many times it is unavoidable. The colleagues in the medical team have also tried their best. I just think, let's In addition to doing our best, shouldn't we also pay attention to efficiency?"

He glanced at the two people on the opposite side, and continued: "My grandfather had a close relationship with an old expert who was quite famous in my home country. When I was young, I heard many things from him that are almost legendary in your opinion. I believe that if we have a team doctor who is proficient in traditional Chinese medicine in our medical team, we will be able to solve the current problems that plague us."

Wenger on the side frowned even more after hearing his words. Although Ling Yun's tone softened, the content of his speech was very embarrassing. He directly pointed out that the current efficiency of the medical team is too low , and the reason for this low efficiency is that the existing members are not capable enough, so he needs to ask for foreign aid.

Driscoll clenched his molars in anger, feeling that Ling Yun's rush to the doctor was simply ridiculous. Arsenal is a century-old professional football club, and he didn't buy it with money. Toys, you can do whatever you want when you have a whim.

He was about to refute, but Wenger interrupted the conversation at the right time: "Well, I have to go back and think about this matter again. You have found a suitable candidate, and we will discuss it again. Do you think this is okay?"

"Of course." Ling Yun's respect for Wenger is known to everyone in the entire Kearney training base. Although he can see that the professor's attitude is even more biased towards Driscoll, he still chooses to accept the other party's suggestion.

Ling Yun thought for a while, and calmly asked their medical director another question: "When will Thomas (Rosicky) recover from his injury?"

Driscoll spread his hands: "He has recovered, and he played a game with the reserve team this week to find his status."

"Then let me ask another question, when will he be able to play?" This is related to the contract renewal negotiation, and it is also an important task that Ling Yun has paid more attention to recently.

"He has started training with the whole team now, and when he will be able to play depends on the arrangement of the head coach."

Ling Yun turned to look at Wenger again, and the other party pondered for a moment and gave an accurate answer: "I want him to start next week's game against Tottenham."

This idea coincides with Ling Yun's. If Rosicky is a sharp knife in the Arsenal team that has not been unsheathed for a long time, then it is most appropriate to use it to kill his cousin (the rival in the same city).

Ling Yun personally sent the two of them to the door of the office. Just now, the majesty of the domineering president was restrained without showing any traces. He politely thanked them and watched them go to their respective offices.

When he turned around, Ling Yun found a familiar figure in a corner not far away. Wearing the team's uniform training jacket on him was like shooting an advertisement.

Boss Xiao Ling took a second look, turned his head away after just two glances, and went back to his office without saying a word.

When Alonso walked to the door, Nick was standing there, looked at his boss out of the corner of his eye, and then at the direction Wenger and Driscoll left, and said in a low voice: "It's almost a quarrel, you really want to go in?"

No player will run to the president's office all day, of course, no president will appear at the training base all day, Arsenal is an exception.

The president's office at the Kearney training base is really shabby, its decoration and size are not even comparable to the head coach's office on the other side, but Ling Yun never complained, and he came here peacefully for seven or eight hours a day .

Alonso didn't listen to the opinion of the assistant to the president, and walked into Ling Yun's office without hesitation. The other party was sitting at his desk, thinking about something sullenly.

Alonso walked over to sit on the desk opposite him, didn't ask him what's wrong, and didn't intend to comfort him. He wanted to reach out and rub his hair, but found that his hairstyle was fixed too well. Easy to do.

Alonso didn't speak and neither did Ling Yun. To be precise, Ling Yun was still immersed in his own thoughts and didn't look up at him at all. He wasn't in a hurry and just sat there quietly to accompany him.

After a while, Boss Xiao Ling's face suddenly turned serious, his eyes turned serious, he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or said to the condescending but gentle person sitting on the desk: "Even if I replace the entire medical team, it's not impossible. .”

"..."

Alonso looked at him and felt that there was something wrong with him. He actually thought that the kid in front of him was so pretty when he lost his temper.

"Looking at their work over the years, there have been several misdiagnoses. Don't you reflect on yourself and have the face to question others? Indeed, players are very expensive, so I can't stand their inaction."

Alonso still looked at him without speaking, even with a little smile on his face, Ling Yun raised his head and frowned at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," Alonso raised his hand and glanced at the time, "I just want to remind you that it's time for lunch."

Lunch is a casual meal in the restaurant of the training base. The diet of the players is a menu developed by a nutritionist in strict accordance with the daily nutritional ratio. The chef has also worked at Kearney for many years and is familiar with the taste preferences of the players.

Therefore, many players stayed for lunch at noon, especially the young players who did not have a family. When they saw Ling Yun walking in from the outside, they all came over to say hello to him. Hazard even patted the place beside him and invited him to pick up the meal. Then go over there and sit.

Alonso glanced at his teammates vigilantly. Although he didn't say anything, he kept standing in front of Ling Yun intentionally or unintentionally, blocking their eyes from communicating with each other.

But there are so many young players in Arsenal, and they all like their amiable boss Xiao Ling. The Spaniard can't defend at all. Without Hazard, there are Pogba, Walcott, Ramsey, Chamberlain, Giroud ...

However, Ling Yun picked and picked some food casually and put it on the plate. When he turned around, he just greeted Alonso and walked directly to a small independent square table by the window. There was a person sitting there at that time, Rosicky, who had just recovered from a serious illness in the team.

Ling Yun sat down and chatted enthusiastically with the other party. Rosicky also showed great enthusiasm for their boss. The two had a great conversation. Only each other was left, and they didn't pay attention to other people in the restaurant at all.

Alonso took the plate and came to the long table specially prepared for the players in the middle. Cazorla and Arteta were sitting next to them. The two were discussing the game one by one, but his eyes were I can't help but look at the table by the window.