Chapter 1 Through Television

Everyone saw it on TV. When Zhang Jun was being carried off on a stretcher, his hands were covering his face, and something was glistening beneath them. Was it sweat or tears?

Su Fei saw it too. The moment Zhang Jun fell, she shot to her feet. There was no need to replay the scene; she knew what had happened because she’d heard the distinct snap.

His left foot, his left ankle. After more than half a year, was this finally the breaking point? Was the Milan lab really that accurate?

Seeing Zhang Jun being carried away on a stretcher, hands covering his face, Su Fei covered her own mouth, desperately trying not to cry in front of so many people. Zhang Jun’s foot was broken, and Su Fei’s heart shattered along with it.

The conflict finally subsided completely five minutes later. The referee first showed Xiang Tao, who had committed the foul, a straight red card, ejecting him from the game. Xiang Tao didn't protest, turning and walking off the field. He wasn't stupid; he knew his actions warranted a red card, but personally hitting that son of a bitch was worth it. Instead of being blamed by the fans, Xiang Tao was met with loud cheers and applause from the audience.

Then, the referee showed Cameli a straight red card as well! Ejection! Although he already had a yellow card, his action was too malicious not to warrant a red. Cameli, knowing better, obediently walked off the field. However, as he walked through the players’ tunnel, he was attacked by fans in the stands on both sides. Enraged fans threw water bottles, lighters, and even cell phones at him!

Panicked, Cameli covered his head with his hands and ran towards the tunnel. Riot police on both sides raised their shields to protect Cameli, who finally made it safely back to the locker room, perfectly illustrating the term "scurrying away like a rat."

The game continued. Because of the foul on Zhang Jun, China was awarded a penalty kick, which Li Yongle took. He fired a powerful shot, sending the ball into the upper left corner of the goal. The goalkeeper couldn't reach it, and the ball went in!

China scored a penalty kick, extending their lead to 3-0!

But many would probably rather have forgone the penalty kick and wished for Zhang Jun's well-being, as the cost of that penalty kick was simply too high.

After scoring, Li Yongle ran to the Iranian team's bench, yelling incomprehensible words at them.

The Iranian substitutes looked indignant, but head coach Kohan unusually pretended not to notice.

The game continued. With one player down, fueled by the cheers of tens of thousands of fans, the Chinese team launched an almost insane attack, wanting to avenge Zhang Jun. This frenzy was entirely the players' individual decision, so much so that Qiu Suhui had to make substitutions to calm the players' minds. He successively replaced Li Yongle and Zhao Pengyu, who were overly emotional.

Even so, in the eighty-seventh minute, Li Jie, carrying a yellow card, leaped high during a header challenge, powering from his waist and abdomen, delivering an incredibly forceful header! Taleblou didn't even react; the ball hit the back of the net!

Another goal! 4-0!

Li Jie was also very excited after scoring. He rejected celebrating teammates and ran alone to the Iranian Olympic team's bench, roaring with a ferocious expression!

You can't beat us even with such despicable tactics!

***

The doctor said to Chen Wei, who looked anxious, "We just took the X-rays. We'll know the specific results tomorrow. He can't go back until the injury is clear; he has to stay in the hospital."

"Okay, okay. You must analyze it carefully and give me the most detailed and complete injury report!"

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor, we'll be responsible."

Chen Wei turned his head to look at the ward, and then left with some lingering worries. He had to return to the Olympic team's base. With such a big incident, how could he not be there? There was still so much to do!

***

Zhang Jun lay quietly in the hospital bed, still wearing his Olympic team uniform. He wasn't unconscious; he was very awake.

But he couldn't remember anything; his mind was blank. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, without moving.

The lights in the room were not on. The light from the corridor shone through the window on the door, but the room was still pitch black, so dark that you couldn't see your own hand.

***

The next day, all the reporters gathered at the hospital entrance, because in a little while, the hospital would announce Zhang Jun's injury report. Before that, they were communicating with the Football Association officials.

Chen Wei frowned as he held the report, not because of Zhang Jun's injury, but because he couldn't understand the report, which was filled with professional jargon. "Explain it, this report is too technical."

"Well, simply put, the inner side of a person's ankle is distributed with nerves, ligaments, and acupoints. The inner side of the ankle is the deltoid ligament, and the anterior talofibular ligament is between the inner and outer ankles. These ligaments, nerves, and acupoints are the key to the flexible movement of a person's ankle." The doctor from yesterday—he was the best sports injury expert in this hospital—picked up an X-ray: "According to the film, we can clearly see that the deltoid ligament and the anterior talofibular ligament on the inner side of the injured person's left ankle are partially torn..."

Unable to stand the doctor's slow, emotionless statement, Chen Wei asked directly: "Can it be cured?"

The doctor glanced at Chen Wei, and then continued: "Football players have very high demands on the flexibility of their ankles. Zhang Jun's ankle ligaments are partially torn. I think there is a possibility of healing, but it is only possible. At the same time, healing does not mean that Zhang Jun will definitely be able to return to the state before the injury... The Iranian player’s foot came down accurately and ruthlessly, and quickly, just as Zhang Jun jumped up, the force of an upward force and a downward force interacted with each other, and the destructive power was amazing. I personally..." He stopped and looked at everyone.

Chen Wei waved his hand: "Go on."

"I personally believe that even if it is cured, it will seriously affect his abilities. It can be said that he will face the situation of ending his football career early because of this."

The doctor's tone was very calm. This kind of thing was nothing to him, who was used to seeing life and death. But in Chen Wei's heart, he undoubtedly felt the earth was shaking.

End his football career early? Isn't that retirement? What a joke? He's only twenty-two years old! Everything has just begun for him! Who has the right to issue such a notice? Is it him, the vice chairman of the Football Association? Or this expert?

"Then... if it is determined to be treated, what method should be used?" Chen Wei asked unwillingly.

"If you have to treat it... you must first perform local anesthesia to anesthetize the saphenous nerve and other large and small nerves near the injured area, and then use the most advanced electronic arthroscopic technology to perform small incision surgery by observing the computer screen to finely suture the torn deltoid ligament and the anterior talofibular ligament near the medial malleolus. However, to be blunt, our hospital does not have such technology, and no medical institution in China may be able to take on this surgery. If it is done rashly in China, it is likely to cause him to be permanently disabled."

Another bolt from the blue.

Chen Wei didn't know what to say. He just sat blankly on the sofa, looking at the obscure injury report with some confusion.

"Chairman?"

"Huh, what?"

"Press conference..."

"Oh, hold it." Chen Wei grabbed the armrest of the sofa with both hands and stood up with force.

"So, Zhang Jun's injury... does it need to be disclosed truthfully?"

Chen Wei looked at the report, then thought about it, and finally told his secretary: "Don't say it so seriously. Leave a way out for our follow-up work. Just say the ligaments are torn, but don't talk about the impact."

The doctor watched coldly from the sidelines. He was a doctor and had no interest in official matters. He had done what he should do, and how to deal with it was up to others.

***

The press conference was indeed held according to Chen Wei's words. The secretary highly understood the leader's meaning, but even though he didn't say what the impact would be on Zhang Jun, the shock it caused in the hearts of the reporters was still conceivable. After all, the reporters weren't fools either. They all knew the Milan lab report, and they also knew how heavy the foul yesterday was. The Football Association announced that Zhang Jun would miss the next game against the Iranian Olympic team, and whether he could make it to the home game against South Korea on May 1st would depend on his recovery.

The press conference was very noisy. Everyone was contacting headquarters via mobile phones to tell the rear about this shocking news.

Chen Wei looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and didn't say anything. He didn't even have the strength to stand up now. In fact, he knew that this truth would be revealed by the resourceful reporters sooner or later. He had to find a treatment method as soon as possible to minimize the impact of Zhang Jun's injury. He went to the Olympic team's base last night. Apart from some team members being emotional, he didn't see anything bad, and Qiu Suhui also behaved very calmly. He didn't mention Zhang Jun's injury too much, just said that he would ensure that the remaining three games were played well. Now the team has won three games in a row, and if they win two more of the remaining three games, they will qualify. And if South Korea and Iran restrain each other, China may even qualify early.

Despite the coach's guarantee, and qualifying was indeed not a big problem, he was very troubled by the thought that the "hope of Chinese football" was injured during his return to participate in the competition, and would likely retire early. Alas! He was going to get injured sooner or later, why not in the UEFA Cup, or in the Netherlands? At least it would have nothing to do with him. Throughout the entire press conference, he just sat in his seat without saying a word.

In fact, he didn't know what to say.

***

In the past two days, all the media have been reporting the news of Zhang Jun's injury. Although they didn't say that Zhang Jun might retire, serious people could still see something was wrong. Such a serious foul, a torn ligament, and they actually said they would try to play in the game against South Korea. Obviously insincere.

All sports newspapers were sold out, and the sports sections of major websites were crowded. In just two days, "left ankle" became a hot word and a focal topic.

All kinds of newspapers piled up on the bed, almost all of them with headlines, and the colorful titles and pictures made them look colorful. Su Fei sat by the bed looking at these newspapers. She had bought them all, but she had never carefully read any of them. She was not in the mood. As soon as she saw the photo of Zhang Jun being carried off the field on a stretcher, she was no longer in the mood to continue reading.

But she paid to buy all the newspapers and magazines she could buy, wishing that if others couldn't see it, Zhang Jun wouldn't be injured.

Unfortunately, that was just her wishful thinking.

Su Fei's mood was very chaotic. She took the wrong textbooks to class, forgot to eat, and was in a daze all day long. Without reading the full text of those reports, she also knew what this injury meant to Zhang Jun.

Even if the media didn't report it, Su Fei knew it.

***

Zhang Jun's parents left everything at home the next day and flew to Wuhan to take care of their child. But the Zhang Jun they saw in the hospital was silently silent all day long, completely without his usual liveliness and cheerfulness.

The nurse came in and thoughtfully opened the curtains, and the morning sun shone in, marking a new day.

The nurse wanted to praise the weather, but when she turned around, she saw Zhang Jun's dead black eyes, and the sky suddenly became gloomy again.

His parents slept in the room next door that was specially vacated for them. They were worried last night and tired from the journey, so they haven't gotten up yet today. But Zhang Jun got up early in the morning, sitting on the bed with two pillows behind him, but who knows, maybe he didn't sleep all night?

Today is the fourth day of hospitalization. He has not received any news from the outside world. Among them, Qiu Suhui and Liu Peng, Li Yongle, represented the Olympic team to visit once. Although everyone told him that the injury was not serious and he could return to the field in three weeks, Zhang Jun was not a fool, he knew very well. Even his parents came, which showed the seriousness of the problem.

Every day is like this. In the morning, the nurse comes in to open the curtains and announce the arrival of a new day. But Zhang Jun felt that these days had passed day by day, and he couldn't see any hope for the future. So what's the point of staying here? Waiting to die?

***

After Li Yan called him, Yang Pan was eager to call Zhang Jun, but he heard the prompt "The user you dialed is powered off." No matter how many times he dialed, it was the same voice.

He had no choice but to put down the phone and pray in his heart that Zhang Jun, the silly boy, would not think too badly.

***

Qiu Suhui's mood was extremely bad. Although he behaved quite calmly in front of Chen Wei, that was just to save face for the leader. But in the face of these players, there was no need to consider so much. He strictly forbade anyone from mentioning the names of Iranian team coach Kohan and captain Cameli in front of him, otherwise they would have to run laps.

If there hadn't been security at the time, he would have wanted to pounce on and strangle the other coach at the press conference. That bastard was still shamelessly saying it was an accident.

When interviewed by reporters, he was also very rude: "It is normal for there to be victories and defeats in football matches, and any side will face failure. But! But, tonight I only saw an extremely ugly farce! Our players are great, but we are not playing against a team, but against an army! I don't understand the other coach's arrangements. I've been in Europe for ten years, and I've never seen a team playing with this kind of mentality!"

But Kohan didn't intend to admit he did it on purpose: "There are always accidents on the football field, and this is part of football. Of course I feel sad and regretful for Zhang Jun, but there is no way, this is football."

Of course, the fans in Wuhan didn't think this was football. They wrote all sorts of angry words on the bus that the Iranian Olympic team was riding.

"Shameless Iranians!"

"Fuck your Iranian mother!"

"Give me back Zhang Jun!"

"If you have the guts, don't leave China!"

…

In addition to shouting some slightly excessive slogans, the entire "signing" event was very calm, and there was no violent behavior, so the police on duty did not come forward to stop them. After all, the writing on the car body would be washed away with water, and it was not worth getting into a fight with the fans for this.

Unfortunately, Zhang Jun's injury cannot be erased no matter how much it is washed away.

The entire Iranian team spent more than two hours in fear in the locker room before secretly evacuating the Wuhan Sports Center from another door. During this period, they could always hear the angry roars of Chinese fans in the locker room.

Li Yan's anger can be seen from his instant commentary that he completed in one go in twenty minutes. He even used words like "despicable," "shameless," "shameless," and "fuck him" to express his anger.

Even the higher-ups were alarmed and could not sit idly by. The Chinese Football Association rarely issued a statement for a player, expressing "extreme regret" for the Iranian team's actions in the game, and announced that it had handed over the video of the game to the Asian Football Confederation to appeal, appealing against the Iranian team's serious violation of sportsmanship. It demanded additional penalties for Iranian team coach Kohan and the fouling player Cameli.

"Everyone knows about the physical examination report last summer. Zhang Jun's left ankle was considered by the Milan lab to have hidden dangers. Kohan must know, so he ordered Cameli to repeatedly attack Zhang Jun's left ankle, just like pouring salt on the other person's wound. What is this? We have ample reason to question Kohan's character and morals. Is a butcher who disregards his opponent's football life qualified to sit on the coach's bench?"

--Li Yan, *Character Issues*

At the same time, Volendam Club also announced the news of Zhang Jun's injury in the game against Iran on its official website, and attached a photo of the moment of the collision. Behind this news are countless angry messages from Volendam fans, who have demanded that the perpetrator be severely punished. Naturally, there have been many very, very extreme comments.

When interviewed by reporters, Adriaanse angrily questioned Iranian team coach Kohan, asking him if he was still a football coach, and whether his actions were worthy of a football coach. The interview did not continue to the end, because Adriaanse couldn't effectively organize his language at all. He was completely immersed in immense anger. The reporter wrote in the postscript of the final interview: "I dare say that if Kohan were standing in front of the old coach at that time, he would have pounced on him and punched Kohan hard... Actually, I really wanted to too."

The world's major media also reported the news of Zhang Jun's injury in the game against Iran, but because of the lack of on-site evidence, they did not say that Iran did it intentionally, but they all generally cautiously speculated that this injury was a tactical arrangement by the Iranian team.

Among the foreign media reports, the Dutch media were the most diligent. They reported the latest developments after Zhang Jun's injury at length, most of which were naturally to complain about Zhang Jun and condemn Iran.

And in Milan, Italy...

"Andrea, do you know?" A colleague looked at Andrea Carliani with a complicated expression.

"What's the matter?" Andrea was organizing questions for an exclusive interview with Zhang Jun. Li Yan promised him that he would finally deliver. He told Andrea that after Zhang Jun finished the game with Iran, he would accept Andrea's exclusive interview with *Milan Sports* in Volendam after returning to the Netherlands to participate in the Dutch Cup.

"Zhang Jun is injured."

Andrea raised his head and looked at his colleague.

"I heard that the preliminary examination result is a torn ligament in the left ankle..."

Andrea suddenly remembered the physical examination report provided by the Milan lab more than half a year ago. It's been more than half a year, and many people have forgotten it, right? Even when Zhang Jun performed incredibly brightly, some people ridiculed the Milan lab for this mistake that caused Milan to lose an excellent young shooter and gain a strong opponent at the same time.

But unexpectedly, everything broke out when everyone relaxed their vigilance...

Andrea lowered his head and looked at the questions on the table. "When did Zhang Jun like football?" "Have there been any people or things that are particularly memorable in your football career over the years?" "Under what circumstances did you think of using this method of scoring goals for the Dragon Soar?" "What impact has the exposure of Sophie's affairs had on you?" "Do you like fans comparing you to Veronica's God?" "What impact does the Milan lab's physical examination report have on you? How do you view this physical examination report?"…

How else can you look at it? It has already been fulfilled...

Andrea slowly tore off the questions he had written by hand one by one and threw them into the wastebasket.

***

Anger and chaos cannot help Zhang Jun's treatment. And Chen Wei has also been working hard to find the best way to treat Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun is the hope of Chinese football. How can he retire so early? What a joke!

After many inquiries, a person entered the vision of the Chinese Football Association. It is said that he is a very famous old Chinese medicine practitioner in Liuyang, Hunan, known as "Divine Doctor Hu." He is a retired orthopedic expert with great achievements in fracture treatment. He has the reputation of "Living Hua Tuo". It is said that he can cure Zhang Jun's foot injury, as long as he applies his specially formulated "magical Chinese medicine", he can guarantee recovery after two weeks.

Anyway, Zhang Jun was injured, and the Football Association decided to invite "Divine Doctor" to Wuhan to treat Zhang Jun with the attitude of "treating a dead horse as a living one."

However, this decision was strongly opposed by coach Qiu Suhui and the other three team doctors, who believed that this was unscientific. How could a doctor say such definite words as "guaranteed recovery in two weeks"?

But with the appearance of senior leaders, the "Divine Doctor" still came to Wuhan. Chen Wei decided to consult Zhang Jun's opinion before the treatment. After all, this was his foot, not something that anyone could come and treat just because they said so. If the person involved didn't agree, all the previous efforts would be in vain.

After very carefully suggesting the proposal of asking a Chinese medicine practitioner to treat him, Zhang Jun fell into silence, a long period of silence.

Was the Milan lab's prediction wrong after all? Zhang Jun still had some doubts. Maybe it was just an ordinary injury, not as serious as they said. So, should he accept Chinese medicine treatment?

Seeing that Zhang Jun was still hesitant, Chen Wei decided to add another fire. "Actually, traditional Chinese medicine is broad and profound. We can treat many intractable diseases that Westerners are helpless with..."

Zhang Jun was silent for a while, and then nodded hesitantly: "Okay, I accept the treatment."

***

The injured person agreed, but the expert in the hospital firmly opposed: "What a joke! Traditional Chinese medicine is indeed broad and profound, but its treatment in orthopedics is far inferior to Western medicine. Fractures and ligament tears are not dislocations, and they can be simply reattached! There are many nerves, capillaries, and fibrous tissues inside, which are very complicated! I don't think you can reconnect bones and ligaments by sticking needles into acupoints and drinking a few doses of Chinese medicine soup. You are delaying the patient by letting Chinese medicine treat him! Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"

Unfortunately, since the patient himself had agreed, his reasonable arguments had no persuasive power at all. He had to leave the office with helplessness and anger, ignoring how the Chinese medicine practitioner would toss Zhang Jun around.

So, the next day, this old Chinese medicine practitioner was invited into Zhang Jun's ward. Zhang Jun carefully looked at this old man, who was kind and good-looking, had a fairy-like demeanor, and had piercing eyes. He really had the feeling of a "divine doctor." Can he really cure his foot injury? Curing this left ankle that even the Milan lab was helpless with?

As if seeing Zhang Jun's doubts, the old Chinese medicine practitioner smiled and said to Zhang Jun, "I know what you're thinking, but please believe me. Chinese medicine is broad and profound. What Westerners can't cure doesn't mean we Chinese medicine can't cure it either. Come, let me examine you."

Zhang Jun was moved by what he said. He was like a drowning person grabbing a floating branch when he was struggling randomly, thinking it was a life-saving bamboo pole. And the thin, tall old man in front of him really looked like a bamboo pole.

Seeing that Zhang Jun agreed, the old man asked people to open the plaster on Zhang Jun's foot, and then touched and pinched Zhang Jun's left ankle, and asked Zhang Jun about his condition. Zhang Jun answered truthfully. Finally, the divine doctor stood up with satisfaction, and then turned to the anxious crowd and said, "The examination is over. In fact, it's not as serious as previously said. Based on my more than forty years of medical experience, it's just an ordinary soft tissue contusion. I'll prescribe a few doses of medicine that I specially prepared for him to apply to the injured area, and he can get out of bed and walk in a week, recover training in two weeks, and play in three weeks." His tone was very certain.

Seeing that everyone still had some doubts, he added, "I guarantee with my reputation that his injury can be completely cured. As long as you do as I say, there will be absolutely no problem."

Zhang Jun turned his face and found that there were tears in his mother's eyes. He realized that he had completely ignored his parents these days and only cared about thinking wildly all day long. He wanted to comfort his mother, after all, he was old. "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine. You see, the doctor said I can be cured."

This was the longest sentence Zhang Jun had said in so many days.

"Yes, yes! Zhang's mother, don't worry! This Mr. Hu is the best orthopedic expert in Liuyang!" Chen Wei comforted loudly, he wanted to make his voice sound hopeful and confident.

The atmosphere in the ward was indeed more active, and the nurse even replaced a bouquet of delicate red roses for the vase. At this time, red roses do not represent love, they represent hope. The curtains were open, the sun shone in, and a new day began.

***

The media began to report the latest progress of the mysterious Chinese medicine practitioner who appeared to help Zhang Jun heal his injury. At the most critical moment of the protagonist, a mysterious figure appeared to help him overcome the difficulties, as if it were a plot in a martial arts novel, making people excited and excited. Everyone excitedly looked forward to this "Divine Doctor Hu" using the wisdom of China's five thousand years--Chinese medicine to successfully cure Zhang Jun's foot injury.

Some people even expressed the following views on the Internet: "Zhang Jun is the representative of Chinese football, and Chinese medicine is the crystallization of Chinese wisdom. How can Chinese players use Western methods to treat their injuries? Those Westerners holding scalpels don't understand Chinese people at all. Only Chinese medicine is the most suitable for us Chinese people. It can be said that using Chinese medicine to treat Zhang Jun's foot injury is what everyone expects and is a natural thing! Let's see how the Chinese medicine miracle saves the football miracle!"

One can't help but wonder if he is the alter ego of the "Divine Doctor Hu," saying things to this point…

Anyway, this is the fact. No one raised any questions, or any questions were nipped in the bud. Everyone wishfully believed that the broad and profound Chinese medicine could cure Zhang Jun's cursed left foot. Then, in three weeks, Zhang Jun will appear in front of everyone again, lively and kicking, and participate in the China-Korea War.

As supporters of Zhang Jun, what they have to do is wait quietly. If you think waiting quietly is too boring, then you can also fold paper cranes. Pray once for each one you fold. When you fold nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, God will hear your prayers, and then Zhang Jun's left foot will be as good as ever.

Some media even put out such eye-catching headlines: *Three Weeks, Eastern Taoism vs. Western Magic*. Too exaggerated, have you read too many online novels? This editor...

***

Zhang Jun has been working hard as instructed by Divine Doctor Hu, actively cooperating with the treatment. His smiles have gradually increased, because Divine Doctor Hu specially told him to have an optimistic and positive heart, so that the treatment effect will be better. Another more important reason is... he really feels that the pain in his ankle is lessening and disappearing, and the injury seems to have started to subside. Is there really some mystery in the black plaster?

A week later, he was indeed able to get out of bed and walk independently!

This is simply a miracle!

All the media quickly published this exciting news, and the praise for the divine doctor on the Internet also spread rapidly.

*Zhang Jun Stands Up!* This week's top news in Chinese sports.

It is no exaggeration to say that the nerves touched by Zhang Jun's injury can be compared to Beckham's injury before the World Cup in Japan and South Korea. Cameli, like the Argentinian Duscher, also became popular, becoming the thorn in the side and thorn in the flesh of thousands of Chinese fans, especially female fans, who wished they could be cut into pieces or killed by a thousand cuts, or at least subjected to the punishment of branding.

***

As soon as Zhang Jun stood up, he couldn't wait to express his desire to return to the Olympic team, but Qiu Suhui hesitated, he always couldn't believe that just relying on topical herbal medicine could heal the injured area. If that were the case, Ronaldo would have come to China earlier, so he wouldn't have wasted two precious years, and then now "fallen" to the point of being a striker in the penalty area. If Baggio had come to China earlier, he wouldn't have retired now, he could have played for at least two more years, until the German World Cup. Van Basten didn't have to wave goodbye to San Siro with tears, leaving only a back view for the world to sigh.

However, the pressure of public opinion was huge, and the pressure from above was even greater. Even Chen Wei, who had always supported him, was a little impatient about this matter. He naturally wouldn't know Chen Wei's thoughts. Zhang Jun's early return to the team meant that his left ankle was fine, which also meant that his impression points in the hearts of the superiors would be added. When people praised the old Chinese medicine practitioner, they would not forget him, the Football Association official who ran and worked hard for Zhang Jun. This is a very important public relations effort!

So, with the "care and support of all sectors of society and higher-level leaders," Zhang Jun not only successfully stood up and could walk freely, but he also returned to the Olympic team to charge and fight alongside his teammates! What a touching thing!

Liu Peng, as the captain, represented the Olympic team to welcome Zhang Jun back to the team. "Great! This is the best news in a week! We are all waiting for him, and they will help him overcome this difficulty, after all, we are all friends."

Su Fei also called to congratulate Zhang Jun. Maybe the previous things were all illusions, everyone cared too much about the Milan lab's report, so every injury was said to be a "major injury" that might lead to retirement, it was really a little bit like worrying about the sky falling.

Some media did not forget to ridicule the stupidity and ignorance of the Milan lab, and also ridiculed AC Milan for taking the wrong path. "Let Galliani regret it! If Milan wants to buy him again in the future, I'm afraid they'll have to pay more than ten times the price!"

Everything is very good, and the story is heading towards a shore with a bright future. Until...

Until Zhang Jun's first training session.

***

Considering Zhang Jun's foot injury, Qiu Suhui didn't plan to arrange him to train with the team, or even let him out, he has been practicing strength in the gym. But it's not a solution to keep going like this, Zhang Jun wouldn't agree, he came back to be with his teammates, but now he let him train alone in the gym, is this hitting his enthusiasm? In addition, the Football Association will not agree. Now Zhang Jun is the face of the Football Association, and the image of the Football Association depends on Zhang Jun to maintain. At present, Zhang Jun has returned, so he must go out for training, to show the reporters that Zhang Jun is now alive and well, and how well the Football Association has done in Zhang Jun's case!

You say how can you give up such a great publicity opportunity?

So, Qiu Suhui's arm couldn't twist his thigh, and from the observations in the past few days, Zhang Jun's feet seemed to be really fine. Zhang Jun returned to the training ground again with the "care and support of all sectors of society and higher-level leaders." Qiu Suhui still cautiously did not arrange for him to train with the team in his first outdoor training class, but jogging and doing some warm-up exercises. Other than that, there were no requirements.

The team trained on another field, and Zhang Jun was arranged by the Football Association to the outer field, which was closer to the reporters. From this point of view, how unfounded was it to say that the relationship between the Football Association and the reporters was bad! The Football Association has such people-friendly measures, which shows that the Football Association is working hard to change its image in the hearts of the masses... Is it possible?

Sure enough, most of the reporters gathered around the edge of this field, watching Zhang Jun's first outdoor training after recovering from his injury.

Zhang Jun was running slowly on the runway, and the strength coach was supervising him on the side. It's not that he was worried that Zhang Jun would be lazy. Zhang Jun's attitude has never needed to be doubted. It's just that Qiu Suhui was careful and let someone stay by Zhang Jun's side, afraid of accidents.

Preventing trouble before it happens.

The atmosphere was relaxed, and the reporters were chatting, and the topic naturally could not be separated from the wonderful resurrection of the old divine doctor.

But at this moment, Zhang Jun staggered and fell on the runway. He didn't get up immediately and continued running as usual. This time, he couldn't even stand up. Until he was discovered by the physical coach, he had been lying on the runway, his body curled up, his head buried in his arms, and his hands pinching his left ankle.

Everything was exactly the same as the night of March 27th.