Coach Feng was nestled on the sofa and looked at the screen restlessly.

Ji Xiang’s sofa is very big, soft and comfortable, but he feels like there are countless steel needles sitting under his butt, so he feels uncomfortable.

Because it is not a regular satellite live broadcast, it depends entirely on people who go to the scene to broadcast live on their mobile phones, and the signal is a bit stuttered.

Zhao Dali was already warming up, and every move made Coach Feng feel that his legs would break in the next second.

Although Coach Feng also knew that his worries were very nonsensical, he had this feeling or an illusion.

"Coach Feng, don't worry." Ji Xiang comforted the other party after he noticed Coach Feng's uneasiness.

Coach Feng didn't say anything, and looked at the projection worriedly. Zhao Dali had already started to jump and trot.

"When I was internship, there was a head nurse in other departments who had a malignant tumor. The situation was not bad, it was early, and I had a chance to recover after the operation." Ji Xiang began to gossip, "My family members hid it from her and said it was a benign thing, and they would be done when they were hospitalized and cut it off."

Coach Feng looked at Zhao Dali on the screen and asked absent-mindedly.

"Everything went well, but at night the head nurse went to the doctor's office to read the medical records and found that he had a malignant tumor and fainted in the doctor's office."

"Well……"

"The next morning, the person was gone." Ji Xiang shrugged and looked at Coach Feng and said, "It is easy to scare yourself to death."

"Doctor Xiaoji, I'm not scaring myself. Over the years, I have seen so many athletes who have fallen on the ACL hands, but I don't know." Coach Feng sighed.

But if you want to refute Ji Xiang's words, Coach Feng found that everything he said seemed to be wrong. The head nurse who scared herself to death is a typical example.

"Let's watch the game first."

"I originally wanted to recover for at least three months, but Dali was not lucky. It's really fucking that Dortmund youth team lacked people." Coach Feng said angrily.

"It should be nothing." Ji Xiang comforted him and looked at Zhao Dali on the screen with interest.

Zhao Dali had already finished warming up, and his knees were bouncing vertically, as if he could not wait to make an appearance.

With a whistle, the game began.

Just as Coach Feng described it at the beginning, Zhao Dali ran faster than the rabbit, and did not hesitate to have physical strength. He also seemed to be not concerned about the injury to the anterior cruciate ligament of his left knee, as if he had never been injured.

Several times in front court fights made Coach Feng’s face very tangled.

Zhao Dali performed very well and was very successful, but Coach Feng did not pay much attention to Zhao Dali's technical movements and the result of the fight, but kept staring at his left knee joint.

But after watching for a few minutes, nothing seemed to be wrong.

Zhao Dali was light and agile like a newly grown cheetah, unscrupulously spreading his energy.

He ran tirelessly, which was originally the point that Coach Feng took a fancy to Zhao Dali, but at this moment, every step of Zhao Dali's running seemed to be stepping on Coach Feng's heart, and it was so uncomfortable.

Ji Xiang was very relaxed. After all, the system NPC has mentioned some related cases. Not to mention that the anterior cruciate ligament on the left knee is not completely broken, and the meniscus is fine. Even athletes with major legs injured can recover to their peak levels after surgery...

The game continued. In the 11th minute, Zhao Dali received the ball and made an action that Ji Xiang didn't know the scientific name.

The knees are constantly swaying left and right. The fake movements look realistic or not. Ji Xiang doesn't know. His point is that this type of fake movement will cause pressure on the knee joint, which is a huge pressure on the anterior cruciate tenacity of the left knee that has just undergone the surgery.

When Coach Feng saw Zhao Dali doing this, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of pot bottom. He stood up "Huo" and clenched his fists tightly with both hands.

The next second, the opponent took Zhao Dali's fake move and pounced on the left, while Zhao Dali easily dribbled the ball.

Coach Feng was a little surprised when he looked at Zhao Dali's running posture. He knew very well what impact this movement would have on his knees.

But Zhao

It is very natural to do vigorously, and it is generally smooth and can basically give full play to the highest level on the training ground.

The next person who made up for the position rushed over, Zhao Dali used his speed advantage to pass him, raised his foot and shot at the front of the penalty area.

The football drew an arc and hit the goal in the upper right corner.

There were not many spectators in the audience in the stadium, but at this moment the sound of tsunamis roaring and thundering came.

Zhao Dali stood in front of the penalty area and maintained his posture behind the shot. He seemed to be repeatedly confirming. The confirmation took a long time. Before he could make a celebration, Zhao Dali was pressed under his teammates and began to celebrate wildly.

"Not bad." Ji Xiang was very satisfied with the effect of the surgery.

"..." Coach Feng stared at this scene in a daze, his eyes a little wet.

Did Zhao Dali score?

Zhao Dali scored a goal!

Although it is only a match for the Dortmund youth team, this is also a top-level event that young people of Zhao Dali can participate in.

As for playing in the Bundesliga now and getting the Golden Boots...

In just a moment, Coach Feng had already thought of Zhao Dali leading the Champions League trio in his mind, and thought of holding up his big ears.

"Coach Feng, Dali recovered very quickly, and it seems that there is no problem playing at this level of league." Ji Xiang smiled.

"Doctor Xiaoji, I see his movements, and there seems to be no sequelae." Coach Feng returned to reality from his fantasy, and he murmured.

"Yes." Ji Xiang said, "Not only does it have any sequelae, the anterior cruciate ligament of the left knee is also strengthened, and there is little possibility of breaking it again in the future."

"..." Coach Feng was silent.

"Mini surgery, you're too nervous." Ji Xiang said, "Sit down and watch the ball, guess how many goals will Dali score in one game?"

Coach Feng was speechless. He did not answer Ji Xiang's question, but looked at Zhao Dali, who was celebrating the goal in a daze.

Zhao Dali seemed to not believe his eyes. After the celebration was over, he even made another fake move towards the air, twisting his knees left and right.

At this moment, Coach Feng vaguely felt his knee pain.

But Zhao Dali did not. He proved on the field that he could still do the movements he could do during training before, and he did it perfectly.

It was not until this time that Zhao Dali grinned and waved to the person who was recording from afar, as if he was saying hello to Coach Feng and Ji Xiang, telling them that his injuries had been healed!

The game started again, and Zhao Dali won three goals in the first half.

Ji Xiang could see that Zhao Dali had kicked H. He was really like a carefree rabbit running on the grassland.

At the beginning of the second half, Zhao Dali was replaced, and Coach Feng did not breathe a sigh of relief until this moment.

"It's okay." Ji Xiang patted Coach Feng on the shoulder, "It turns out that Dali's recovery is fine."

"The operation was very successful."

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Chapter completed!