Chen Yu felt that the benefits of treating Hill were already starting to show.
Case in point, a client had just co to him.
Without much thought, Chen Yu agreed.
The Jacksonville Jaguars were a strong team in their National Football League division, having won the division championship for the past two consecutive years.
Treating their players would also help Chen Yu expand his NFL clientele.
He asked Wash to email him the dical records, promised to head over as soon as possible, and then hung up the phone.
Returning to the treatnt room, he found Quinn moving his left leg around.
It had been a long ti since his left leg felt this relaxed.
So much so that Quinn’s gaze toward Chen Yu had lost so of its sharpness.
The old man was unassuming in appearance, but his eyes were piercingly bright, as sharp as a hawk’s.
"Young man, you’re different from the other doctors I’ve t." A smile appeared on Quinn’s lips.
’I hope you’ll still be smiling when you get the bill,’ Chen Yu thought.
He gestured for Quinn to sit down and began the moxibustion and massage treatnt.
That was followed by the plaster.
Regardless of the effect, he still had to grind for enough experience points.
After the treatnt, Quinn’s walk was still a bit wobbly, but at least he wasn’t trembling from the pain anymore.
"I feel ten years younger."
Quinn was in a great mood. "It’s a good thing that bastard Javier ran off. Chen, your dical skills are brilliant. I’ll be coming back often."
Chen Yu walked Quinn to the door. "I just took over this clinic and I need clients. If you think my treatnts are effective, you could help spread the word."
Chen Yu’s purpose for opening this clinic was to rack up experience points and see more patients.
A general clinic could see far more patients than a specialized hospital.
"No problem." Quinn made an OK sign with his hand. "Just as long as your fees aren’t so expensive."
’So you do care about the high fees after all,’ Chen Yu thought.
"Don’t worry, my fees aren’t usually this high." His was a private clinic with flexible pricing. He didn’t have to follow the federal CPT code pricing standards at all, so Chen Yu could decide for himself how much to charge for an acupuncture session.
He could charge you 500 US dollars per session, or he could charge you 50.
Quinn grunted but didn’t seem to mind. He wobbled over to his Beetle and drove away.
Chen Yu went back inside and used the clinic’s ancient computer to log into his email and check the dical records Wash had sent.
The patient’s na was Keenan McCardell. He had entered the NFL in ’92 and was now 30 years old.
He wasn’t a star player; at least, Chen Yu had never heard of him.
He looked him up online.
He was a wide receiver for the Jaguars’ offense, known for his speed and agility. These were essential skills for his position; after catching a pass from the quarterback, he had to shake off defenders and sprint downfield as fast as possible.
This ti, McCardell had injured his left knee. He had a history of sprains and had even suffered a major injury like a torn ligant.
Chen Yu was reminded of "Beetle" Tim Hardaway.
Judging from the scans, McCardell’s knee was just as bad as Hardaway’s, if not worse.
He’d had surgery to repair a torn ligant, part of his niscus had been removed, and now his cartilage and synovial mbrane were both problematic.
Chen Yu couldn’t help but marvel that he could still play on a leg like that. The bodies of these NFL guys were practically inhuman.
The biggest problems right now, however, were inflammation and swelling. He had probably twisted it again.
That was likely why Wash had contacted him.
Just as he was looking over the records, soone rang the bell outside.
Chen Yu went out and saw that it was De Brown.
Dressed in loose-fitting clothes and holding a newspaper, he greeted Chen Yu with a cheerful smile.
"Chen, your clinic is pretty hard to find," Brown said with a laugh.
’Just say my clinic is small,’ Chen Yu thought. ’But the size of the clinic doesn’t matter; the doctor does.’
He led Brown into the treatnt room, had him sit down, and began a physical examination.
He didn’t schedule an X-ray or anything similar. He had to go to Jacksonville tomorrow and there wasn’t enough ti.
He’d just state any problems he found directly.
If asked how, he’d say he found them by touch.
In fact, Chen Yu had already gotten a rough idea of Brown’s condition during yesterday’s event.
His problem was also very common: a torn collateral ligant in his right knee that had been surgically repaired, leading to a decline in his athletic ability.
His knee was a complete ss now. A full recovery was virtually impossible.
"The subscapularis muscle in your left rotator cuff, right here," Chen Yu lifted Brown’s left arm and pointed to the area near his armpit, "has a minor strain. It’s causing so restriction and pain when you raise your left arm high."
Brown was stunned. "Chen, that’s incredible! How could you tell?" he asked, amazed.
’Are you trying to test ?’ Chen Yu thought. ’If I don’t show you so real skill, how am I going to get you to willingly hand over your money?’
"The problem isn’t serious. I have so special treatnt thods that can help relieve the pain." Chen Yu efficiently went to get the silver needles.
Compared to Monty, Brown was much calr about facing acupuncture.
"Chen, my knee... is there any way for it to recover? I’ve injured the ligant before." Brown rubbed his right knee.
He was a forr Slam Dunk Contest champion, famous for his no-look dunk where he covered his face.
If it weren’t for his knee injury, he wouldn’t have fallen to the point of near retirent.
Chen Yu hesitated for a mont. "I’ll schedule an MRI for you later. We’ll see after the examination."
An unconcealable look of joy spread across Brown’s face, and his eyes brightened considerably.
"Chen, you’re a good doctor. Yesterday, I heard from Grant that you applied for the team doctor position with the Heat in Miami and didn’t get it. Why not try out here in Orlando?"
’I’d like to,’ Chen Yu thought, ’but the position with the Magic is already filled.’
Besides, Chen Yu really didn’t think much of the Magic’s managent.
Brown continued, "If you could beco our team doctor, I think it would be a great thing for all of us, and for the team. Joe is okay, but to be honest, he’s not responsible enough."
Brown complained, "I strained my shoulder during practice while dunking. I went to see Joe, and he told it was nothing serious. But for the past few days, my shoulder has been bothering whenever I shoot."
Chen Yu frowned to himself.
’The way Billings was treating Monty and Brown... wasn’t that going too far?’
Or was he just going through the motions, collecting a paycheck?
Chen Yu began removing the needles. "If you guys feel Billings isn’t responsible enough, you can always communicate that to the managent. Express your true thoughts."
Brown scoffed. "As if that would do any good. We’re not star players. Who cares about our opinions?"
"They’re the ones who guarantee ticket sales. And us? We’re just benchwarrs filling out the roster. To put it bluntly, we’re a burden to the team."
"Besides, who’s to say Joe isn’t just following orders from managent?"
Brown lowered his voice.
"The team needs wins. Player injuries directly affect the team’s record and ticket sales."
’In the eyes of the managent, it’s probably not a major injury, so why is everyone being so dramatic? Just get back on the court and play.’
Chen Yu sighed inwardly.
He had witnessed the Magic managent’s arrogance firsthand.
"Oh, right."
Brown rembered sothing, turned around, and spread out the newspaper he had brought, handing it to Chen Yu.
"Chen, look at this dia report. I think you’d better remind Hill to be wary of the dia, stop them from talking nonsense."
Chen Yu took the newspaper. It was a copy of the Orlando Sentinel.
The headline of the sports section featured a photo from yesterday of Hill at a school event, standing on his left foot while teaching children to imitate a bird in flight.
The headline read, "Hill’s Miraculous Recovery, May Be Fully Healed."
The article below described yesterday’s charity event, highlighting that it was Hill’s first public appearance since his injury. After the event, Rivers was interviewed, and his exact words were, "As for how he’s recovering, you can see for yourselves."
The article then ntioned the Magic’s recent poor performance, implying it was due to Hill’s absence.
Reading through the whole article, Chen Yu got the strange feeling that it was trying to send a ssage: that Hill was clearly recovered but was unwilling to play when the team needed him, choosing to stay ho and nurse his injury instead.
Chen Yu’s brow furrowed.
’The dia might not know the truth, but surely you, Gabriel, do, right? Why aren’t you stepping up to say sothing?’
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