Chamberlain could only tell Sachmond that he had come into contact with an old Chinese doctor from Magical China half a year ago, who helped him to condition his body and return to normalcy. He also took a secret medicine, which greatly strengthened his physical fitness.

"...That's it. The grandfather of that old genius doctor was once the imperial physician of the Qing Dynasty in China. The whole family was imperial physician of the court. Do you know Emperor Kangxi? The reason why that old guy lived so long was because he took the same secret medicine as me!" Chamberlain said mysteriously.

When Sachmond heard him say this, he asked anxiously: "Then does this old miracle doctor have this secret medicine? Can he cure my leg injury? Zhang, for our brotherhood, you must ask for me."

Despite the phone call, Chamberlain could still clearly understand Sachmond's desire and expectation when raising this question, but he could not answer because he was making up and even he himself didn't know what the changes in his body were going on?

In this way, Chamberlain could only say in a bitter tone: "Sorry, Doug, my guy, the old doctor left San Francisco after taking me medicine. I don't know where he went. You know, those people always like to walk around, they call this Yunyou..."

Sachmond sighed in a low mood and said, "It seems that this is destined. God doesn't want to see me recover again." As he said that, he quickly adjusted his condition and shouted, "I said, man, you are famous now. Oh my god, you actually got a triple-double in your NBA debut and almost got twenty rebounds! I have nothing to say, you have become a monster!"

Chamberlain laughed and tried to make fun of Sachmond. As a good brother, he really didn't want to see Sachmond become so low.

The two talked all the way, and Sachmond helped him imagine his NAB career and praised him for his childhood dream, which was to become a restricted beast like Wilt Chamberlain.

Finally, Sachmond said to him: "Man, I know you are in good health now, but you must not be a person who is old-fashioned like Sean Kemp. You must train hard, Zhang, you must not be proud and complacent. The sky is your limit. Before you reach the limit, you must work hard and become a superstar!"

After hearing Sachmond's instructions, Chamberlain almost cried out when his eyes wet. Sachmond was not only talented, but also trained hard, so he was born for the NBA stage. Unfortunately, God did not open his eyes and destroyed this genius with a car accident.

In the past, when Chamberlain was at the lowest point in his life, Sachmond kept enlightening him and often asked his trainers to help Chamberlain find a way to restore normal training. At that time, he kept reminding him. Now, when he heard the voice of this reminder, Chamberlain couldn't help but think of his past life.

"Don't worry, Doug, I will train hard. I will use you as a benchmark to keep getting stronger, and with your part, become stronger together!" Chamberlain said as if he gritted his teeth and swore. Although he did not swear, in his heart, this sentence was more weight than a vow.

Sachmond finally gave him a blessing and hung up the phone. Then Chamberlain remembered that he had been discussing him before. Sachmond did not mention his recent situation. He quickly called back, but the other side prompted that "it cannot be connected". It should be that the phone was out of power. Obviously, Sachmond hung up the phone because he noticed that the phone was out of power.

After chatting with Sachmond, Chamberlain lost the mood to continue to mess with Jackson and others. At noon, the bus returned to San Francisco. Old Nelson won Jackson as a good start and was in a good mood. He gave them a half-day vacation.

Davis and others drove their car home to rest, while Chamberlain entered the training hall where he was doing ball training alone.

Because it was because of the holiday today, the team's strength trainers and sparring players did not come to the stadium. The training hall was deserted, with only cars of balls and piles of training equipment. Chamberlain picked up a ball and started practicing dribbling. With the sound of the basketball hitting the floor, there was a little more popularity in the training hall.

After a simple warm-up, Chamberlain began to practice shooting. He shot 500 shots in a group, including 200 mid-range shots, 200 free throws and 100 mid-range shots. Because there was no sparring player, he would not go into the penalty area to fight, and mainly practiced his shooting ability.

Chamberlain still cannot fully grasp his current body. No matter whether it is power, speed or explosive power, it is like this. Otherwise, his performance would have been better last night, and it would be normal to directly score thirty rebounds. He could feel the explosive power contained in his current body, but he just couldn't release it normally.

Chamberlain's scores last night were all based on dunks. He didn't get the ball in one of his eight free throws. He was so embarrassed that he gave people the impression that he was a rough guy who only relied on his physical fitness to play.

Fortunately, Chamberlain is self-aware, so he focused his main energy on the defensive end. The offensive end only helped his teammates pick-and-roll and then cut into the inside to find opportunities to dunk. He never took the initiative to ask for the ball to play back and singles with his opponent. This also made the Zen master's "slashing tactic" invalid, and he didn't take the initiative to get the ball, and it was a big deal.

Today's training results are still not great, with a serving rate of only more than 30%, which is far worse than his previous shots. As for mid-range shots, the shooting rate is not good, and even 30% can't reach it.

However, he was not depressed or irritable. Sachmond's instructions kept ringing in his mind. Compared to Sachmond, who can't even step on the NBA court now, he should be more grateful to God. After all, he is no longer the patient who even walks staggeringly, but a fierce man with a very strong body.

I don’t know how many sets of shooting training I practiced, even though Chamberlain had excellent physical strength, he felt a little tired. He stopped and wanted to find a glass of water to drink. As soon as he picked up the glass, an old voice sounded: “Hi, boy, come to me.”

Chamberlain turned around and was surprised to find that at some point an old man in his seventies appeared on the side of the court. The old man looked kind-hearted, with snow-white hair, his face covered with old man spots, and a coat of grass green and orange red, which looked like a cleaner's uniform.

The old man had a large bucket of nutrient solution and a large bucket of mineral water next to him, which he probably brought. Generally speaking, this kind of work was done by the cleaner. But Chamberlain saw that the old man was too old, so it was really inhumane to ask him to do this kind of work.

Chamberlain walked over, and the old man sat on the floor, picked up a cup of nutrient solution and handed it to him.

Seeing this, Chamberlain shook his head and smiled, "Thank you, Dad, I am very thirsty now. What I need to drink is water instead of nutrient solution."

Although the nutrient solution is liquid, it is different from water. This thing is purple-green and has a very sticky texture. It looks like glue. Although it tastes good, it feels very bad, especially when you are thirsty.

Hearing Chamberlain called him "Dad", the old man laughed loudly. He nodded with satisfaction while laughing, and said in a loud voice: "Haha, boy, you call me Dad? Very good. No one has called me that for a long time. Do you know who I am?"

Chamberlain felt that the old man was either very big or in a bad mood. However, looking at his clothes and dressing, the former was unlikely, so he smiled and said, "I know, you are the boss in our stadium, are you? But now I am so thirsty that I can drink Amazon water, so I just want to drink water."

The old man laughed again. The so-called "owner in the arena" or "the boss in the arena" are generally referred to as cleaners in the arena in the NBA or other leagues, because they are responsible for cleaning, just like housewives.

Chamberlain wanted to get a water cup, but the old man stubbornly handed him the nutrient solution and explained with a smile: "Believe me, young man, what you need most now is this thing. After training for so long, your body functions have reached the limit. Now is the most suitable time to absorb nutrients."

"There is still such a statement?" Chamberlain was skeptical.

The old man liked to laugh, and then laughed again, nodded and said, "Believe me, didn't you say I am the boss in the stadium? I have been in the stadium for many years and know these things very well."

Chamberlain shrugged, sat on the ground, first poured a large cup of trait nutrient solution, then drank a large glass of water, wiped his mouth clean, took out a fifty dollar bill and handed it to the old man, and said, "This is what you deserve, don't be polite."

It is very common to tip in the United States. Chamberlain used to rarely give it because he had no money. Now he has 20,000 US dollars as thick as a brick in his pocket, so he naturally has become much more generous when he takes action.

Holding this fifty bill, the old man seemed to be amused and crying. He shook it and then carefully put it in his pocket. This was actually Chamberlain's temptation. The old man looked mysterious and he really couldn't make a fuss. He was really not sure if he was a big man. If he was really a big man, he would make a joke.

However, when he saw the old man cherished the fifty dollars and put them away, he felt relieved. The big man might receive the tips he gave, but he would not cherish them so much. For them, fifty dollars are not enough to drink a cup of coffee.

After drinking water, Chamberlain practiced again. He must master this body as soon as possible, otherwise he would only defend and not attack. So what face would he have to fulfill his promise to Sachmond's "superstar"?

Moreover, in the next game that is about to come to the NBA, he will face the first test after he comes to the NBA, because this time the person he wants to defend is not the garbage like Bynum or Brown, but Duncan, who is known as the number one power forward in 50 years!

Yes, in the next game, the day after tomorrow, the Warriors will face the Spurs who are coming to challenge at their doorstep!

Although Chamberlain has always played in the center position, for some reason, Old Nelson has reported him to the position of power forward, so it would be more natural for him to play against Duncan in the next game.

Limit Duncan, and then score double-digit scores and rebounds by the way, this is the goal set by Chamberlain for himself. There is no doubt that it is not easy to achieve such a goal. How many inside players in the league dare to claim that they can win a double-double when facing Duncan?
Chapter completed!