The Sports Healer Starting from Milan

Chapter 88 Should We Trust Our Intuition?

Under the pitch-black sky of Orlando.

Lon Babby looked at him as if he were a stranger.

The Hill he knew not only had dazzling basketball skills, but his character was also highly praised.

Even if an opponent dunks on him.

He never glares angrily at his opponents, spews trash talk, or rolls up his sleeves to flex his muscles.

Hill has always maintained a near-perfect playing style and image.

Even when Hill became the only rookie in the league to receive the most votes in the All-Star Game.

He was still on the day of the main competition.

To show respect for Pippen, he gave up number 33 and chose number 35 instead.

The once humble and kind Hill was now enraged.

"call!"

Hill also realized his lapse in composure.

He took a deep breath. "Sorry, Lang, I've been under a lot of pressure lately. Let's go inside and talk."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the room.

Lon-Babby stood still, watching Hill's retreating figure.

He seemed to sense Hill's despair.

This further strengthened his resolve to bring Hill to Milan for treatment.

The two sat on the sofa.

Hill's wife, Tamia, stood at the top of the stairs, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

Hill gave her a reassuring look. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Go check on Mira. Make sure she doesn't get woken up; she has her piano lesson tomorrow."

Hill turned his head.

these years.

He had heard the words "This time it will definitely be cured" countless times.

However, each hope was dashed like a bubble.

Especially those betrayals.

After he played through injury, the Pistons immediately gave up on themselves.

This cost him four peak seasons.

He underwent his first surgery in May 2000.

He then signed with the Orlando Magic.

The Magic urged him to play in September.

Although he has not yet recovered.

"No one forced me to play at gunpoint, but no one told me I couldn't."

Hill tilted his head back so high it was almost parallel to the ceiling.

Later, his surgeon saw in the newspaper that he had played in the game and immediately contacted the team to stop him.

According to regulations, he should rest until mid-December.

His premature return to competition led to a second surgery.

Back then, I was young, had never suffered a serious injury, and didn't understand rehabilitation load management.

therefore.

The team's eagerness to introduce new stars combined with his own eagerness to prove himself.

This created a dangerous situation where no one called for a halt.

He blamed the team, but he blamed himself even more.

Hill thought so.

So he was afraid.

He dared not hold out any hope anymore.

He learned to be reserved with the team doctor and to stop readily believing good news.

"Tell me about it, Lang."

Hill opened his eyes.

No matter what, he didn't want to vent his negative emotions on others.

"Grant, here's Dr. Wood's file. Why don't you take a look?"

Ron-Babby, however, pulled out a few sheets of paper.

It's very brief.

The resume of any elite orthopedic surgeon in the United States would not be so thin.

But the more Hill looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

What does it mean to be the only doctor in the world who can perform meniscus repair surgery perfectly?

There is also ACL double-bundle reconstruction.

Lin Mu's patients are also very famous, such as Recoba and Raul, even though football is not very popular in the United States.

But Hill still knew a thing or two.

"To achieve this level in just six months?"

Hill also began to have doubts.

"Then why don't you take a look at the New York Times report?"

Ron-Babby then pulled out another journal.

Hill's heart involuntarily quickened its pace.

His intuition seemed to be telling him something.

"Grant, you sensed it, didn't you? This is a golden opportunity!"

Lon Babby, Hill's agent for many years, knows this persistent young man all too well. "Do you remember what you once said?"

Hill muttered to himself, "If your intuition tells you something, don't place your trust elsewhere."

So, should I trust my intuition this time?

Two conflicting thoughts were raging within Hill.

Lon Babby didn't urge Hill to make a decision; he just sat there quietly waiting.

Hill suddenly thought of someone.

Monty Williams.

Hill used to easily dominate him when he faced off against him.

But he returned to the team after undergoing several surgeries.

He found himself unable to do anything about Monty Williams.

This feeling is hard to describe.

Hill let out a long breath and touched his right leg.

Ron Babby knew that Hill had made his decision.

"Lang".

Hill pursed his lips and said, "Book the earliest flight to Milan the day after tomorrow. As for the club..."

"You're currently on the injury list. We're just going to Europe to see how things go, and we're not going through the team's channels. We'll pay for our own medical expenses."

Lon-Babby laughed.

Hill is currently on a seven-year, $93 million contract.

Therefore, he can definitely afford to pay this amount.

Moreover, Hill himself was already quite wealthy.

My father was a professional rugby player.

My mother was a teacher, and her roommate was even more famous.

Growing up in such a family, Hill was surrounded by an aura of elite privilege from birth.

"good!"

Hill is ultimately not afraid of being held accountable by the team.

......

The next day.

Lin Mu and his colleagues received a call from Ron Babi as soon as they landed at Malpensa Airport.

Then he greeted his colleagues at the hospital.

Colleagues were instructed to make preparations, as Hill's trip to Milan for treatment had to be kept entirely confidential.

Fortunately, San Rafael Hospital is private.

Otherwise, a lot of information will have to be disclosed, and then it might not be able to be hidden anymore.

They might even be sued by the Magic.

Although Lin Mu wasn't afraid, he still reminded his colleagues to be careful, as it's better to avoid trouble.

Lin Mu returned to the hospital and met his teacher.

"Preparations for the Winter Olympics are about to begin. There's a meeting in Milan this afternoon where Professor Shamash will be, mainly to assign tasks."

Roberto Mochini laughed.

His expression at that moment was one of immense pride.

His own disciple displayed great power in the United States, suppressing those arrogant Americans to the point that they could only obediently bow their heads and admit their mistakes.

He found out about it immediately.

"Don't worry about things in America, you've done a good job."

Roberto Mochini added a reassuring remark.

"Thank you, teacher."

Lin Mu thought that he must take a short vacation after the Winter Olympics.

too tired.

One thing after another.

There wasn't even time to stop and catch my breath.

He arrived at the meeting in the afternoon.

The sign outside read "Pre-Games Medical Support Meeting for the 2006 Turin Winter Olympics," and attendees included representatives from the International Olympic Committee, the Italian Olympic Committee, and medical officials from various venues.

"Wood?"

He was stopped before he even entered the door, and when he turned around, he saw Professor Shamash.

The two had met in New York just a few days ago.

"Wood."

Professor Shamash sighed as he spoke, "I apologize to you for their behavior. In the medical field, there should be no egregious acts of concealing patients' conditions and imaging data before surgery in order to suppress new surgical techniques."

"This is not only irresponsible to academia, but also contemptuous of patients' lives."