"I understand," Guardiola replied. He paused for a mont before thanking him again.
After hanging up, Chen Yu picked up the report again, a headache already forming.
This substance was clearly sothing new.
’This definitely isn’t on the current list of banned substances.’
’But just because it’s not on the list, does that an using it isn’t a violation?’
Doping and anti-doping organizations were always playing a ga of cat and mouse, but he couldn’t forget that they could retroactively settle the score.
Just because it’s undetectable now doesn’t an it will be in the future. When they do figure it out, it’s the athlete whose reputation gets dragged through the mud.
So, it was best to avoid it if at all possible.
’If you really want to get stronger, you should just train honestly. No shortcuts.’
With that in mind, Chen Yu took out a small vial, poured out a few pills, and mailed them to the University of California, Los Angeles.
Chen Yu knew there was an anti-doping laboratory there.
At the very least, he needed to determine what this stuff actually was.
He returned to the hospital room.
Ronaldo was already awake, his right knee immobilized and unable to move.
Moratti was there, along with Ronaldo’s three beloved agents.
Chen Yu checked the clinical signs and dication records, then instructed Ronaldo to get plenty of rest.
His own clinic was already being renovated. Soon, not only Ronaldo but Hardaway as well could be transferred there to recuperate.
After giving his instructions, Chen Yu prepared to leave.
He was still the Suns’ team doctor, after all. And while Brian had never complained, Chen Yu couldn’t just take the money and not do his job.
Today was the 17th, and the Suns had training scheduled.
Tomorrow, the Suns would be starting another four-ga road trip, so this was the last regular practice before they left.
Chen Yu planned to head over early to officially kick off his training regin overhaul.
However, just as he stepped out the door, Moratti hurried after him.
The two of them found a corner in the hallway.
"Chen, I’m so grateful to you. You’re a great doctor, and I’m so glad Ronnie was able to find you," Moratti began, showering him with thanks.
Chen Yu had heard this at least ten tis already.
"You don’t need to thank again. Ronnie is a high-profile patient; treating him successfully benefits as well." Chen Yu waved a hand dismissively. "By the way," he added, "you should ride your bicycle more."
The old man’s lumbar spine still showed signs of misalignnt.
Moratti nodded to show he understood, then said, "Actually, there’s sothing else. I have a friend, you could say, whose team has a player in a similar situation to Ronnie’s. It’s also a ligant injury, and his recovery after surgery hasn’t been ideal, so..."
Chen Yu cut him off. "No problem. But I’m very busy lately, so I probably can’t go to Europe. If possible, have him co to the United States, and I’ll take a look at his condition."
Treating a FIFA World Player of the Year like Ronaldo was clearly a great way to expand his business into the world of soccer.
And just like that, a new patient was already knocking on his door.
"By the way, what’s his na?" Chen Yu asked casually.
"Fernando Redondo."
Moratti sighed.
He’d always had his eye on this incredibly talented, top-tier defensive midfielder.
It was just that the guy had run out of luck after transferring from Real Madrid to Serie A last year.
On his second day as an official AC Milan player, he sohow managed to injure himself just by going for a run.
Previously, when Moratti was looking for a doctor for Ronaldo, Silvio had helped out.
And now, likely having seen Chen Yu operate on Ronaldo, Silvio had contacted Moratti again, hoping Chen Yu would diagnose Redondo.
He had spent 17 million US Dollars to bring the star from Real Madrid, only for him to not play a single match. It felt like a total waste.
Chen Yu jotted down the na and turned to leave.
At nine in the morning, Chen Yu arrived at the US Airways Center.
"lissa." After the departnt eting, Chen Yu called over the nutritionist, lissa Goodwin, and asked for that day’s nu.
Normally, when the team had practice—like today’s two-hour session from 10:00 to 12:00—they provided lunch afterward.
This lunch was lissa’s responsibility. She would create a specialized nutritional nu based on the players’ daily activity levels and physical conditions.
Chen Yu didn’t beat around the bush. He brought over a suitcase and said, "I plan on adding a few things to the nu."
With that, he opened the suitcase.
lissa had noticed Chen Yu carrying the suitcase during the eting and had been curious about what was inside. As soon as he opened it, she imdiately crouched down to take a look.
"Boss, what is all this?"
lissa picked up a bag. "This looks like Arican ginseng, right? I know they grow it over in Wisconsin. It’s supposed to contain saponins, but it’s mostly exported to East Asia."
As a professional nutritionist, lissa was quite knowledgeable.
Chen Yu said, "This isn’t Arican ginseng. It’s ginseng from China."
Chen Yu knew that the English word for Arican ginseng was "ginseng." But this kind, the ginseng from East Asia, didn’t even have its own specific English na.
Over here in the United States, there was virtually no understanding of it.
Even Arican ginseng—if he hadn’t specifically researched it, Chen Yu wouldn’t have known about it either.
In the United States, practically no one consud it; it was generally considered just another food item.
Let alone going through the tedious certification process to be approved as a drug.
But according to the information he’d gotten from his system, the ginseng from East Asia was not the sa thing as the Arican ginseng produced in the United States and Canada.
Chen Yu was actually skeptical about this claim.
The two looked very similar in color and shape. Most importantly, they were grown at the sa latitude, with similar environnts and climates.
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