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In the 22nd round of the Spanish Primera Division on January 31, Real Madrid faced Espanyol at home. According to the team's regulations, the players must stay at the Valdebebas training base the night before the home game.

Therefore, the entire coaching staff and medical staff also need to stay in the first team dormitory with the players.

After dinner, Lin Wei returned to the medical room. Several physiotherapists were gathering together to play games on their mobile phones. Lin Wei had nothing to do. The best way to pass the time was to sit at the table and read information, or the pile of information about

Detailed medical history of every injury to Bell's soleus muscle.

In fact, it seems that the process from examination to diagnosis to treatment is very similar, but he is more interested in the question and has been thinking about it for the past two days - why did the Welsh people have so many illnesses in just two and a half years?

Up to 6 injuries to the same location.

This must not be a coincidence, there must be a deep-seated reason that the team doctor failed to think of, or did not even think about exploring.

He turned on the viewing light and put up a dozen MRI films one by one to examine them carefully. The laughter and frolicking on the other side didn't seem to affect him at all, as if there was an invisible wall or a soundproof wall between them.

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At this time, Vazquez and Carvajal walked in from outside the door. They took this time to relax their muscles, so the physical therapist over there put away his cell phone and started working. The laughter and fun just now turned into idle talk.

Chapter.

Before the massage started, Carvajal suddenly stood up from the bed: "Quickly, turn on the TV, there is a match between Atletico Madrid and Barcelona tonight."

So, someone turned on the LCD TV on the wall. The volume of the TV and the voices of several people talking filled the whole room, but Lin Wei was still immersed in the pile of medical records, with no intention of participating.

As a fan for nearly twenty years, he is still paying attention to the game with one ear. Whenever the commentator calls out Messi's name impassionedly, or words such as "have a chance" and "shoot", he flips through the information in his hands.

His movements would stagnate for a moment, then he would look up and make sure there was no goal, and then he would breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, according to the current situation of the La Liga standings, a Barcelona win will be more powerful for Real Madrid. However, as a die-hard Meilinger, Lin Wei instinctively does not want to see Barcelona score.

The few people on the other side felt exactly the same as him, except that they would express their feelings directly, but Lin Wei would not.

After a while, another person walked in at the door. He first said hello to Carvajal and Vazquez, who were relaxing on the treatment bed while watching the game. Then he walked to the table where Lin Wei was sitting.

, pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him.

Lin Wei raised his head and greeted him with a smile: "Good evening, Karim."

Benzema tapped his fingers on the table: "It's not working time now."

On the TV, Atletico Madrid scored, and Koke helped the Sheets take the lead in the away game. Simeone jumped up excitedly on the sidelines. At this time, he must have thought that he could escape from the Camp Nou and take away three points.

Lin Wei and Benzema turned their heads to watch the goal replay together, but did not stop their movements. In chronological order, they sorted out the materials spread out on the table and put them on the other side.

"This is not considered work, it is just a way to pass the time. Besides, I am also watching the game."

Benzema saw at a glance that the medical records belonged to Bale, but curled his lips, a little unhappy. It was not directed at his teammates, but at another team doctor: "You are not responsible for his treatment, why worry about others?"

"I'm very confused as to why the same place could be injured so many times in just two years. Even if there are old injuries, they are not so frequent."

What he said was quite intriguing and successfully aroused Benzema's interest: "Why?"

Lin Wei raised his eyelids from a pile of information and smiled a little slyly: "Are you interested? If you are interested, let's start with the anatomy."

Benzema immediately waved his hand to stop him: "I will fall asleep."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Wei, "That afternoon, your stop really shocked us, you know? Back in the locker room, several people were discussing whether you came from the youth training of a certain club.

"

"Me?" Lin Wei didn't expect that his subconscious actions could actually arouse discussion among the Real Madrid men. He was a little flattered. "I have only practiced two actions when playing football since I was a child, and stopping the ball is one of them."

What he didn't tell Benzema was that the reason why he practiced stopping the ball was because Zidane during the Juventus period used his chest to stop, unload, pass, and shoot in one go. In the hearts of young fans,

Left a deep impression.

For a long time, Xiao Lin knew nothing but practiced this.

Even as he grew older and reached middle school, Lin Wei used this trick to capture the hearts of countless seniors on the court and junior girls on the sidelines. But once they started playing games, they would find that this elegant and elegant man

The boy needs speed but not speed, needs body but not body, and his foot skills are barely adequate. He is really not an ideal teammate.

"What's the other move?"

"I won't tell you."

Benzema actually showed a very childish expression - pouted and muttered: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

When he pouted, his beard twitched, which was cute and cute. Lin Wei glanced at him and was very happy. Someone was making trouble nearby, so Lin Wei didn't have any intention to continue reading the medical records at the back, so he simply put them away and concentrated on reading.

Match between Barcelona and Atletico Madrid.

Atletico Madrid paid the price of two yellow cards but failed to hold on to their lead. Before the first half was over, Barcelona equalized the score through Messi.

When the game entered halftime, Lin Wei ignored what he could do and simply picked up his phone and started reading a paper he had not finished reading before.

"Atletico Madrid must lose," Benzema said, leaning back in his chair with his hands in the pockets of his training clothes, looking nonchalant.

"How do you know?" In fact, Lin Wei agreed with him in his heart, because Atletico Madrid tried their best in the first half and failed to hold on to the advantage. Barcelona will definitely counterattack in the second half. Four players in the midfield and backfield of the Shelter Army have already taken advantage.

Yellow card, maybe there will be fewer players in the second half.

"I don't know what to expect." Benzema suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Lin Wei, "Let's go watch a movie."

His tone and expression were non-serious, as if he was flirting with a girl. So Lin Wei decisively rejected his proposal: "I won't go."

Benzema was about to say something. Over there, Vazquez and Carvajal had finished relaxing their muscles. The two of them stood up and walked out. When they passed by, they said that Marcelo was organizing a table tennis game in the recreation room.

, so one person on each side took the Frenchman away with him.

Before leaving, Benzema did not forget to turn around and ask Lin Wei: "Do you want to come together?"

Lin Wei shook his head: "You go and play."

After relaxing the muscles of Vazquez and Carvajal, several physical therapists did not have any work tonight. They heard that they were playing table tennis and wanted to watch the game. So a group of people left talking and laughing, and the physical therapy room was full of people.

Lin Wei was the only one left.

He turned down the TV volume, arranged the stools scattered around, and when he sat down again, the second half of the game had already begun.

After watching it for two minutes, his phone suddenly rang. It was a WeChat message sent to him by his classmate during his graduate school days: "Xiaowei, I would like to ask you about the indications for surgery for meniscal injuries."

"Generally speaking, surgery can be considered if the flexion and extension of the knee joint is limited." Lin Wei gave the other party a textbook standard answer without thinking too much.

"Of course I know this, but what I want to ask is your advice."

"You know, I have always been a person who advocates conservative treatment. If you ask me, I will tell you that unless there is severe pain and noose phenomenon, I do not recommend surgery."

The other party's tone was a little hesitant: "Can I send you this patient's medical records? If you are willing."

This was not an ordinary male classmate. To be precise, this young man from China was his former roommate and suitor. When Lin Wei knew that the other person had thoughts about him, he found him again the next day.

The house was moved out.

"Okay, send it to my email." This was considered normal communication and help between classmates, and Lin Wei had no intention of refusing. Moreover, he had never refused any classmates who had asked him for help with professional matters.

There is nothing special about the pursuer either.

"Xiaowei..." the other party said in a tentative tone, "I will go to Madrid next month to participate in an academic exchange. Can we meet?"

"Sorry, I may not have time."

Lin Wei put down his phone and suddenly felt something was wrong. He subconsciously turned his head and saw someone standing at the door. He folded his hands on his chest and leaned against the door frame looking at him. He didn't know how long he stood there.

Lin Wei blinked, his head a little short-circuited. He chatted on WeChat for a long time, but he didn't even notice that there was another person at the door.

On TV, shortly after the start of the second half, Felipe Luis lost a fight with Messi and kicked him directly. The Messi champion was tackled to the ground on the spot, which aroused strong opposition from Camp Nou fans.

Dissatisfied. The referee on duty did not hesitate to show a red card to the Atletico Madrid defender and sent him directly to the locker room.

"Little v?" Ronaldo frowned in thought, as if he wasn't sure whether his pronunciation was correct, "It's a very special title."

Lin Wei didn't know how to explain to him that it was "Xiao Wei" and not "Xiao V", but that didn't seem to be the point. The point was, how could this big guy among the big guys in the Real Madrid team appear in the medical room at this time?

Doorway?

"Should I call you Dr. Lin, Van or Little V?" The Portuguese suddenly became very interested in the name of a team doctor tonight.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Lin Wei decided to fulfill his duties as a team doctor and first asked the other party why they were there.

But at this time, the beep on his cell phone rang again. Lin Wei glanced at the boss, and the president raised his chin, indicating that he could reply to the message first. Lin Wei then clicked on the WeChat message.

There was still a voice message from his former suitor. Lin Wei didn't think much and clicked on the voice bar to listen to the message. Who knew that the message released was not in Chinese, but an English sentence deliberately lowered in a very low voice: "i

still love you much.”
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