Blanchini nodded with a grave expression. "That Arican doctor said a ten-month recovery period would allow Ronnie to make it to next year’s World Cup. He also said he could make him completely healthy, so Ronnie is tempted. And I get the feeling Ronnie trusts the guy quite a bit."
’Could it be because Chen Yu gave Ronaldo a water bottle signed by Jordan when they first t?’
"That is quite troubleso," Pita said, his brow furrowed. Ten more months of rest would an he’d be out for a year and a half in total.
Martins scoffed. "Forget about that Arican doctor. Tell him to get lost. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Ronnie. He’ll listen to ."
Blanchini nodded. That was precisely why he had asked Martins to rush over.
"You need to be subtle about it," Blanchini added, ever the shrewd strategist. "Don’t badmouth the Arican doctor. That might make it seem like we don’t want Ronnie to get treatnt. We need to make him understand that we want him to be healthy because we have a common interest, but that surgery is not a good option."
Martins nodded. "Don’t worry, I get it."
The three of them spoke as they hurried toward the rehabilitation center.
At noon that day, Chen Yu was in the physical therapy room, guiding Guardiola through rehabilitation exercises for his left leg.
"Good, right to that height."
Chen Yu had Guardiola hold the position. With his Eye of All-Seeing, he could see that Guardiola’s muscles and ligants had reached their current limit.
He silently counted the ti, and after five seconds, he motioned for Guardiola to stop.
Guardiola, who had been in a single-leg squat, used the wall to slowly rise. Sweat was already beading on his forehead from the short workout.
"Take a break," Chen Yu said, handing him a bottle of water.
Guardiola nodded and suggested to Chen Yu that they go downtown for a al later. He knew a restaurant that was exceptionally good.
Over the past two days, Chen Yu and Guardiola had gotten to know each other quite well.
’Could it be because of the heart-to-heart they had on the beach?’
Just as they were speaking, Pierre walked in and said that Ronaldo’s party wanted to see Chen Yu.
Guardiola frowned slightly. "Chen, Martins might be here."
Chen Yu nodded, gave a wave, and left.
Inside the consultation room, Milanee was absent. The mont Chen Yu walked in, he felt two sharp gazes on him.
As expected, they belonged to Martins and Pita.
"Chen." Ronaldo stood up and cheerfully gave Chen Yu a hug.
Chen Yu sat down and, without any unnecessary pleasantries, said directly, "Ronnie, about your knee. I’ve thought it over again carefully. Conservative treatnt is not a good choice. Its effects would be limited, to say the least. My recomndation is to proceed with surgery."
This ti, Chen Yu didn’t even give Ronaldo a second option.
There was only one choice: either he would perform the surgery, or Ronaldo could find soone else.
Ronaldo was stunned.
Beside him, Martins and the other two grew anxious.
’He clearly gave us two options before! Now there’s only one?’
"Sur—" Martins had just started to speak when Chen Yu cut him off with a raised hand.
"Ronnie."
Chen Yu stood up. "I’ve been in France for a few days now. To be honest, I have a ton of things to do back in the United States. If you continue to be this indecisive, then I feel like I’m just wasting my ti. I have given you my diagnosis: surgery. This is also the best choice for your future career."
"Ronnie, it’s your leg. You can choose to continue with conservative treatnt and return to the pitch in three or four months. At the sa ti, you can also choose surgery and return to the pitch in ten months."
"Both paths lead to a return, but I can tell you this: let’s say you’re capable of earning one hundred million US dollars in the future. If you choose conservative treatnt now, you will earn at least fifty million US dollars less."
"So that’s it. I have plans to have a al with Josep, and I’m preparing to fly back to the United States tomorrow. Contact when you’ve completely made up your mind about what you want to do."
After he finished speaking, Chen Yu turned and left without giving any of them a chance to say a word.
He stopped at the doorway.
"If you choose conservative treatnt, then please don’t contact again."
With that, he walked out of the consultation room.
Pierre, stunned for a mont, quickly hurried after him.
"He..." Martins’s eyes were wide, completely dumbfounded.
He had racked his brain preparing a slew of argunts to counter Chen Yu, but in the end, he didn’t even get a chance to say a single one.
Ronaldo’s expression was grim, and he remained silent with a dark look on his face.
"I’m going to find him. How could he act like that? It’s completely irresponsible!" Martins snapped back to his senses, furious.
But Blanchini grabbed him, his brow knitted tightly. Chen Yu’s words had been aggressive, but he didn’t mind. After all, they were the ones who had brought him all the way here from thousands of miles away. It was only natural for him to have so frustrations.
However, Chen Yu’s last couple of sentences had sunk in.
He looked down at Ronaldo, and a thought couldn’t help but surface in his mind. ’Could this guy really earn a hundred million US dollars in the future?’
’A hundred million!’
anwhile, Chen Yu had already t up with Guardiola.
"Are you getting ready to leave?" Guardiola asked, noticing the luggage in Chen Yu’s hand.
Chen Yu nodded. "I’ve said everything that needed to be said. It’s up to him to choose now. If he just wants conservative treatnt, I don’t see the point in being here."
Guardiola didn’t press the matter and said with a smile, "Co on, I’ll treat you to a farewell al."
Guardiola had indeed found an excellent restaurant. It was the best al Chen Yu had eaten since arriving in France.
After the al, the two of them lingered, chatting.
As they were talking, Guardiola suddenly asked, "Chen, I have a question. Let’s say an athlete has had their niscus removed and has a torn cruciate ligant... is there any hope they can be fully healed?"
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