Chapter 295: 500,000 per day

Retreating and shooting backwards, this is Wei Chao's posture that uses his physical advantage to want to take Zhen Fan hard. Obviously he uses his brain to play, not the kind of reckless player. Now there are not many smart players.
"Hey!" With a sound, the ball has just been shot and is in the ascending stage. He decisively blocks and the ball is still taken directly by Zhen Fan. The man has fallen behind Wei Chao, and there is an emergency stop to dribble the ball down. He controlled the ball in his own hands. According to the previous six-man basketball rules of Zhen Fan and Wei Chao, dribble out of the three-second zone.
"My grass, I'm still so bt!" Wei Chao ate Zhen Fan's hot pot again, not to mention the depressed energy in his heart. He used to eat hot pot because he was still mixed in cba, and now he is mixed in nba. ? It's not that brothers don't work hard, but this guy is too abnormal.
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm coming!" Zhen Fan hooked his finger at Wei Chao from outside the three-point line.
Without answering a word, Wei Chao leaped towards Zhen Fan, next to his body, and withdrew. Not only could he block Zhen Fan's path, but he could also turn his body flexibly so that Zhen Fan would not leave him behind. Very smart play style.
Zhen Fan did not entangle him, but took a step back. When Wei Chao was about to stick it up, he dribbled the ball in disguise and almost knocked him down. When he could not stand firmly, Zhen Fan had already passed. He, stepping on the side of the free throw line, took off, and came with a big dunk.
Flyer! Wei Chao also turned around at this time, but there was nothing he could do. Only seeing Zhen Fan pour the ball in, a burst of emotion rose in his heart.
Although you can dunk from the free throw line, there are still some in the league. But the bt guy who can do such a chic, except for Emperor Jordan.
"Accepted or not?" Zhen Fan smiled at Wei Chao. "Don't say I beat you up."
Wei Chao raised his head and vented his nostrils: "If you don't accept it, come again!"
So the two competed again and agreed to ten goals, but Wei Chao only scored one, the comfort goal that Zhen Fan said. This is a shock.
"Don't be sad, losing to me is not losing to others." Zhen Fan patted his shoulder to comfort. "Corbier. Bryant losing to me is nothing, work hard, I am optimistic about you. Haha!"
"Don't take such a blow!" Wei Chao was downcast.
Zhen Fan looked at him and smiled: "Do you want to have such a fast speed and bounce like me, as well as sensitive consciousness and super flexibility?"
"It sounds like a superman, but... I admit that you are indeed pretty good in these aspects!" I have already said the word "bt" to Zhen Fan again.
"That's good. If you have time, you can go to my place. How can I tell you how to do what I did? Hey, I haven't used the real level of strength yet!" Zhen Fan looked at Wei Chao very seriously. You don’t think I’m joking!"
In fact, Wei Chao thought so in his heart just now. Zhen Fan was a little embarrassed when she said this. He quickly defended: "How can I? I want to have your qualities. I can walk sideways for the entire league."
"That's OK, I'll go to your team doctor first. The guy named Henry!" Zhen Fan said, threw the ball down, found his jacket, put it on, and was about to walk, when he heard someone there. Applause gently.
Zhen Fan had long noticed that someone was watching, but there was no sound, so it was nothing strange. The man who came is the manager of the team Amy. Cook, coach Mike. D'Antoni and team doctor Henry. It was coach Mike who applauded. D'Antoni, he walked towards Zhen Fan first.
"I have been observing for a long time!" Mike. D'Antoni spoke first, "Very good, if... you participate in this year's draft, I promise to sign you!"
"Actually, my opinion is the same as Mike's!" Team manager Amy. Cook also added.
"Mr. D'Antoni, Mr. Cook, Dr. Henry!" Standing next to Zhen Fan, Wei Chao greeted these three people quickly. Obviously, in front of the manager and coach, Wei Chao can be a bit low-key.
"You are also not bad, Wei, you are a smart player. If Zhen is right, you can find time to go to him. Maybe it will bring us even bigger surprises!" Mike. D'Antoni spoke to Wei Chao.
Wei Chao was overjoyed. This sentence can be compared with some "Pick-up Girls on Decree".
"Draft?" Zhen Fan knows that the NBA draft will be held every June, at the home court of the New York Nets or Madison Square Garden, but what does this have to do with him? Is it because of this match show with Wei Chao just now? Zhen Fan was a little speechless, shaking his head.
"I'm really sorry, if I have the idea of ​​entering the NBA, I will definitely call you. But...what are we here for today?" Zhen Fan decided to bring the topic to the topic.
"It's a pity!" Coach Mike. D'Antoni shrugged, seeing Zhen Fan’s performance just now.
"Well, guys, we should go see Pete, the good news he is looking forward to is coming!" Manager Amy. Cook said loudly, "Henry, let's go together, Mike, do you want to go too?"
"No, I still have to watch these train, there will be games tomorrow!" Mike. D'Antoni refused, but he still looked at Zhen Fan and asked unwillingly, "Zhen, don't you think about it? I believe Amy will give you a very good contract."
"Goodbye, Mr. D'Antoni, you are a good coach!" Zhen Fan waved his hand with his back to him and followed Amy. Cook and Dr. Henry leave together. They will go to the team’s medical center, where Pete. Howard was also anxiously waiting for Zhen Fan's arrival.
"Pete--" Pushing open the door of the room, Henry went in first and greeted the man lying on the hospital bed, "How do you feel? Today!"
"How do you feel? Henry, do you only have this sentence? Tomorrow they are going to the game, but I can only sit here and watch the live broadcast. What can you say to me? Damn, I'm crazy, doctor, that Where is the doctor who treated Wei? You promised me!"
Hearing Henry's voice, the guy lying on the bed became angry. The mouth is full of complaints and swear words, just like those trash talking on the court running out of the train.
"That's it, he's here. Pete!" Henry turned sideways, and the manager Amy next to him walked up and smiled at Howard, "He is, he is the doctor who cured Wei, Fan Zhen!"
"Are you Howard?" Zhen Fan stepped forward and looked at him carefully. Hehe laughed, "I think the pictorial I bought is much better than a real person."
"Really? I think so too. I am like this. It's like a wrapped sausage. As long as you have a good appetite, you can give me a bite at any time! Damn it, it feels really uncomfortable."
Howard said mockingly. Then looked at Zhen Fan and said seriously.
"Hey. Dude, I know you cured Wei, are you here to save me? I look forward to it!"
Zhen Fan looked at him and nodded: "Yes, man, I'll save you. Come on, let me see your knees." Zhen Fan said and walked towards his hospital bed, Pete's The knee was in a cast. I can no longer see the scar.
"How do you look at this?" Howard shrugged at Zhen Fan.
Dr. Henry hurried over, took an X-ray film and said to Zhen Fan, "This is the X-ray film of the day. I hope it can help you a little bit." Then, he handed the X-ray film over.
"Thank you!" Zhen Fan took a look and shook his head. "The knee is all broken. How long is your expected recovery period? Doctor Henry?" Zhen Fan said to Henry.
"Ten months...maybe longer!" Henry said somewhat unconfidently. Obviously Howard's injury is not optimistic. Even if he recovers, he is likely to relapse, and he will not reach his original level at all. .
"It's great, you didn't say that before. You said that it only takes a month for me to go to the ground. It's great. Now I finally know the truth. It's terrible!" Howard said. With both hands, he said with some dissatisfaction to Henry, "No wonder the saying goes, the truth is terrible, I believe this sentence!"
"Pete, that's what I asked him to tell you. If you care about this, then... I'm sorry, Pete, it's my fault!" At this time, Amy on the side said to Howard, "I know this This comfort technique is clumsy, but... it's better than nothing!"
"I don't care about this, Zhen, what do you think of me? Ten months? Maybe longer?" Howard stopped talking to them and turned to look at Zhen Fan.
"I have to look at your physique before I have a specific judgment!" Zhen Fan said, turning his head to Henry and said, "Can I break this plaster?"
"Of course!" Henry had seen him crush Wei Chao's plaster, so he nodded without objecting.
"Well, that's good!" Zhen Fan turned his head and smiled at Howard, "It may be a little painful, you have to bear it, I will smash the plaster on your leg when I count to three, are you ready?"
"Of course, I'm ready!" Howard grinned broadly, "Come on, man!"
"three!"
Zhen Fan directly counted to three. He pinched the plaster with one hand, and the plaster broke when he tried hard, and then there was Pete's call to kill a pig. He couldn't help it.
"Man, you lied!"
This guy is still thinking about this.
Zhen Fan stretched out his hand to hold his knee, placed the entire palm on his knee, and slowly penetrated in with the inner breath, which greatly relieved Howard’s pain, and also used the inner breath to check the injuries and injuries of his knee. His physical condition.
"It feels very comfortable, Zhen, you really have a hand!" The warmth in the knee made Howard feel good, and the pain gradually disappeared, replaced by a warm airflow.
"Okay, I can tell you the result. I promise you will be able to resume sexual training in ten days. That is to say, you will recover in ten days!" Zhen Fan let go, then looked at Howard and nodded , "How about this guarantee?"
"Ten days? Dude, are you sure you are joking?" Howard looked at Zhen Fan with a shock ~EbookFREE.me~ and looked at Zhen Fan incredibly, "Don't think I'm a guy, you can deceive me, I'm not stupid! "
Not just Howard, even Amy. Cook couldn't believe it. After all, he didn't personally see how Wei Chao recovered. The process can only be described as magic. Therefore, Henry believed it.
"Let’s make a bet, 500,000 U.S. dollars a day, ten days later, if it exceeds one day, I will be deducted 500,000 U.S. dollars. After deducting 5 million U.S. dollars, I will pay you 500,000 U.S. dollars every day until I go bankrupt. how?"
Half a million dollars a day, ten days is five million dollars. If you calculate this way, if one month is not cured, Zhen Fan will have to pay Howard ten million dollars. If the time is longer...days, then What number should it be? This guy will go broke.
It's not just Howard who thinks so, even Amy. Cook thought so too, but Henry didn't think so.
"Deal!" Howard stretched out his hand, and Zhen Fan was very big, and the two of them touched their fists again. "Remember your words, Zhen, don't think I am a big black..."
"Of course, I know the guy is not easy to bully!" (To be continued...)