Chapter 55: Retire, Zhang Qinghuan

As soon as Hu Lai returned to the locker room, Wang Guangwei leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "How is it? What did Director Zhao say?"
Thinking of Director Zhao's special instructions, Hu Lai was really not good at telling Wang Guangwei, so she frowned and said to Wang Guangwei with a gloomy expression: "Guide Zhao won't let me say..."
Seeing his expression and listening to what he said, Wang Guangwei had a bad guess: "Is it a bad situation?"
If Zhang Qinghuan's injury is not a big deal, then why doesn't the coach let Hu Lai speak out? Why does Hu Lai look sad?
Hu Lai shook his head: "Don't ask, Lao Wang, I really can't say, if I say, Director Zhao will drive me to the reserve team..."
Wang Guangwei nodded: "Okay, I see."
He did not continue to question Hu Lai, because this would make Hu Lai embarrassed.
But he already guessed in his heart that Zhang Qinghuan’s situation is very, very bad...
This season should be reimbursed, right?
After Qin Lin, Zhang Qinghuan was seriously injured and scrapped. How will he play in the next few games?
Seeing that Wang Guangwei really stopped questioning, Hu Lai was relieved, and then went to the locker room to change clothes.
At the same time, he was thinking in his heart, I don’t know what Zhang Qinghuan would look like when he heard that he was going to be forced to retire... It’s a shame not to be able to appreciate it in person...
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Yang Hua looked confusedly at the two people in the office-club general manager Dong Wen and team coach Zhao Kangming.
In the morning, he received a call from Zhao Kangming, telling him not to tell Zhang Qinghuan of the diagnosis first, and wait for them to come.
At that time, he was still strange, just a simple sprained ankle, and half a month's rest can heal the injury. Is it necessary to wait for the club general manager and the first team coach to arrive before telling the players?
Isn't it a fuss?
Had it not been for the conclusion that he had personally watched the film, he really doubted whether it was a misdiagnosis. Because a month ago, when Qin Lin was injured and announced the injury to the player, the club general manager and the first team coach were both present.
So this battle made Yang Hua think that Zhang Qinghuan was also reimbursed for the season...
But how is it possible? He watched the film personally, and watched it several times, for fear that it might be wrong and draw wrong conclusions.
What Zhao Kangming said next made Yang Hua feel that there was something abnormal in this world.
"Lao Yang, the three of us will go together in a moment to inform Zhang Qinghuan of her injury..."
Yang Hua nodded.
"Then you tell him that his ligament was broken and his ankle was broken..."
Yang Hua finally couldn't hold back and interrupted Zhao Kangming: "Director Zhao, do you know what you are talking about? The ankle ligament is broken, the ankle is broken...This is basically useless!"
"That's right!" Zhao Kangming nodded vigorously.
"what?"
"You have to tell him that he can only be treated with surgery, but there is no guarantee that he will be able to recover even after the operation. After his injured foot, he basically can't adapt to the high-intensity professional competition load, and the chance of re-injury is very, very high. , If the same part is injured again, then he will have to be with a wheelchair for the rest of his life."
Yang Hua changed his color: "What are you kidding?! Director Zhao! This is not true. You are destroying the hope and confidence of a player by saying this!"
"We just want to destroy his hope and confidence." Dong Wen, who has been silent next to him, said.
Yang Hua turned his head and looked at Manager Dong who had been working with him for many years in surprise.
"Oh, this thing...actually it is like this..." Dong Wen sighed and repeated what Zhao Kangming had said to him in the head coach's office before Yang Hua.
After listening to Dong Wen's narration, Yang Hua was stunned for a while, helped the table to sit down again, rubbed his temples and asked: "So you want to act in a play to stimulate Zhang Qinghuan, so that he can turn back the prodigal son?"
"Yes." Zhao Kangming said, "we have nothing to do. If the normal method works long ago, isn't it really useless?"
As the team doctor of the club, Yang Hua naturally knows Zhang Qinghuan’s situation. He shook his head: "I didn't expect Zhao to guide you to give up Zhang Qinghuan..."
Zhao Kangming wanted to say that it was not that I did not give up, but that one of his teammates was still unwilling to give up... But he did not say it. Some things were too troublesome to explain. He just didn't comment: "Dr. Yang, you are the most It is important because you are the authority in this area, and the effect is best for you, and Zhang Qinghuan will not doubt it."
Yang Hua pondered for a long time, and then asked: "What about the media? How do the media deal with it? Zhang Qinghuan's injury will definitely cause media attention. We can deceive Zhang Qinghuan, but we can't deceive all the media, right?"
"We have already told reporter Chen the whole story, and he also expressed support and will help us deal with his colleagues. As for the Internet public opinion...Ignore them and let them guess by themselves." Dong Wen explained. "This kind of speculation may also help deepen Zhang Qinghuan's trust in his situation."
"It seems that you are here prepared... But how can you guarantee that this will be successful?"
"We can't guarantee that this will be successful. If it is not successful, the club will not buy him out and let him go wherever he came from." Zhao Kangming looked at Dong Wen when he said this.
Dong Wen nodded and agreed.
"But it's always worth a try. If we succeed, we can sign a super genius for 5 million. If we don't succeed, the club will not lose any money.
Yang Hua was persuaded, and he stood up: "Okay, I will accompany you in this play, if I can really save a genius for Flash Star..."
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Zhang Qinghuan was lying reclining on the hospital bed. Just now, a young nurse intern helped him raise the bed. He smiled and said thank you, and ran out flushed.
But Zhang Qinghuan didn't bother to tease him at this moment. He turned his head and looked at the window. All the curtains were closed tightly. Only the curtain of the first window next to the bed was opened by the little nurse.
This gap was caused when he hadn't had time to stop it. The bright sunlight penetrated through this gap, extending from the window to the bed, and then reflected on the opposite wall, as if cutting this dim ward. One is divided into two.
His eyes were attracted by this golden band of light.
It's too glaring.
But he couldn't reach the curtain and couldn't close it.
The little nurse ran too fast just now. Before he could ask for help, he ran out, unable to stop shouting.
I don't know when, he likes to close the curtains in the room he is in, and doesn't like the feeling that the sun is flooding the room.
The luxurious apartment he rented has better lighting than this ward, and the view is invincible, but he never opened the opaque curtains-he would rather turn on all the lights in the house than enjoy the nature sunlight.
Just when Zhang Qinghuan felt depressed facing the golden thread drenched on her body, the door of the ward was pushed open.
Three people walked in, namely Doctor Yang, Director Zhao and Manager Dong.
The team doctor, head coach and general manager all came, and Zhang Qinghuan was a little surprised.
As soon as Yang Hua entered the door, he also noticed the light dividing the room. He frowned and walked to the bed to open the curtains.
Zhang Qinghuan stopped him in time and made a request to draw the curtains.
Yang Hua glanced at Zhang Qinghuan, and finally did what he asked.
There was only the light of the bedside lamp in the room, which became quite dim. But Zhang Qinghuan was relieved deep in her heart.
Yang Hua didn't turn on the headlights either. In fact, such a dim environment was beneficial to him, because Zhang Qinghuan couldn't see the unnatural expression on his face...
But he didn't speak immediately, because he still didn't know what to say.
Dong Wen and Zhao Kangming stood halfway behind him and did not speak.
The three of them looked at Zhang Qinghuan.
Zhang Qinghuan also looked at the three of them, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger-why did this scene make him think of the scene of "Farewell to the dead"?
"This... Doctor Yang, did my examination result come out?" He asked cautiously.
Yang Hua nodded, but still did not speak.
"The result is not so good?" Zhang Qinghuan hesitated and asked again.
Maybe it will be reimbursed for the season, right? Just like Lin Ge... he felt a little regretful and unwilling to do so. Finally, he had a good performance in the game. As a result, he was reimbursed for the season. I don’t know if Xu Ge can find a suitable Chinese Super League team to accept him...
I hope that assist can help Brother Xu prove to others that Zhang Qinghuan is still that genius...
"This, Zhang Qinghuan, before I tell you about the injury, I hope you can remain calm and patient, and listen to me all..." Yang Hua said in a low tone.
The expression on Zhang Qinghuan's face also became serious.
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"Juan'er, did that Zhang Qinghuan bully you?" At the nurse station in the middle of the corridor, because Sun Juan had been blushing after coming out of Zhang Qinghuan's ward just now, and some of them were distracted, which attracted the attention of other nurses. .
Sun Juan shook her head quickly, and the ponytail flicked: "No no... He just said thank you..."
"Then why are you like this?"
"I'll tell you, don't be fooled by that person's appearance, he is a scumbag!"
"Yes, it is said that he changes his girlfriend a week..."
"What girlfriend? He just hooked up in the club bar! If you get tired of playing, you can change another one!"
"Have you noticed his dark circles? That's proof of excessive indulgence!"
"It's no wonder that the performance on the court is not very good. It turns out that they were all hollowed out on the bed..."
"Hollow carrot!"
"Hahahaha!"
The nurses talked about each other, teasing Zhang Qinghuan.
Sun Juan argued in a low voice: "But he looks very gentle..."
"Juan'er, aren't you? You won't be fascinated by him, are you?"
"My God, hurry up and wake up!" Someone grabbed her shoulders and shook it vigorously.
"I tell you, this is an important characteristic of a scumbag! He is not gentle, does not fascinate you, why does he scumbag you? So don't think he is gentle, you don't know how cold he is when he kicks you off ..."
"I heard this comment on him on the Internet, saying,'I would rather believe that the sow will climb the tree, and never believe that Young Master Qinghuan will be good', Juaner, listen, listen..."
Sun Juan recalled the scene where Zhang Qinghuan smiled and said "thank you" to her. Of course, she had heard the rumors on the Internet, but after meeting the real person today, it was really difficult for her to describe the rumors on the Internet as "Young Master Qinghuan". "Connect with the handsome and gentle young man in front of me.
Especially when she opened the door and saw him for the first time, the melancholy in those eyes immediately hit her heart.
Perhaps the sisters are right, this man is indeed a scumbag.
But why everyone knows this, but there are so many women who rush forward like moths to fight the fire?
Or maybe those people are just like the sisters said, they are just superficial women who love vanity and covet pleasure...
The little nurse frowned, not sure about the twists and turns behind this.
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"You...what did you say?"
Unknowingly, Zhang Qinghuan, who was sitting on the hospital bed, had straightened his waist, his head slightly raised, and his eyes widened to look at Yang Hua.
"That's the truth. It's not that you must not play, but that if you want to play, you will take a huge risk... Existing treatments cannot guarantee that you will return to the court after surgery without risk... It's not even a game. You may be injured again during training. In other words, your left foot...basically loses the function of kicking the ball..."
Yang Hua finished these remarks with some difficulty. Within his professional knowledge, it is not difficult to say such remarks. The difficulty is to make things out of nothing. Because of his guilty conscience, he almost didn't feel stretched several times in the process of speaking. A paragraph that was originally very skilled was intermittent and stumbled.
However, in the eyes of Zhao Kangming, what Yang Hua said is so entangled, maybe it is more effective...
He turned his eyes to Zhang Qinghuan who was sitting on the bed.
The young man had written "shock" on his face.
This is indeed a result that shocked Zhang Qinghuan.
He thought the worst was just season reimbursement. After a few months of training, he will be able to return to the court again next season.
In the face of the real results, the season reimbursement is not worth mentioning!
His injury will end his career!
"Why...why is this? It's impossible...it's impossible!" Zhang Qinghuan became more and more excited when he said, and in the end he simply roared.
Faced with his questioning, Yang Hua didn't know what to say. Of course he can give an explanation from a professional point of view, but he has already said what he should have said. Zhang Qinghuan still doesn't believe it, what else can he say? Do you show him the film? That's not okay... The film has to be exposed as soon as it is taken out, because Zhang Qinghuan's ankle ligaments are nothing at all on the film.
He looked back at Zhao Kangming and Dong Wen, looking at them for help.
In his eyes for help, Dong Wen did not respond.
In the end, Zhao Kangming stood up and said, "What is impossible? Your unrestrained indulgence over the past few years has changed your body. Don't you know yourself, Zhang Qinghuan?"
Zhang Qinghuan, who was still very angry and excited, was suddenly stunned when he heard what Zhao Kangming said.
Seeing Zhang Qinghuan's reaction, Zhao Kangming knew he was right.
Zhang Qinghuan must also be very clear about the reasons for the difference in his performance before and after yesterday's game.
So he decided to hit the iron while it was hot and simmer the rice to make mature rice: "Yes, your sense of ball and consciousness are still there, but your body has become a piece of dead wood! When you put it there, no one can see it, but As long as you play the game, you will be exposed! Football is very honest, Zhang Qinghuan. As much as you usually pay, you will gain in the game. If you don’t pay at ordinary times, you continue to overdraft, and you have to pay it back in the end! Three years, you How many three years can you have in your professional career? You have been desperately overdraft for three years, at the cost of your entire future career! Do you still want to play? You have no to play!!"
Hearing Zhao Kangming scolding Zhang Qinghuan sternly, Yang Hua couldn't help turning his head to look at the team coach.
In his impression, Zhao Kangming is a very kind head coach, who rarely speaks harshly, has a kind attitude and always has a smile on his face.
Unexpectedly, he also has such a harsh side.
Zhang Qinghuan looked at the head coach blankly and felt that Director Zhao had become extremely strange.
Zhao Kangming sighed again after he finished speaking harshly, and his voice became a little tired: "But you don't need to care too much about this. Anyway, you don't want to play football. Now that you are retiring, it is still a good thing for you. At least...you are free."
He spread his hands and looked at Zhang Qinghuan.
"You can go to bars and nightclubs until midnight without worrying about going to training tomorrow morning. You also don't have to pretend to be on the training ground to deal with errands. It doesn't matter how much you want to drink, it doesn’t matter if you want to change to a woman a day. No one cares about you, just do what you want. You don’t have to bear the pressure of being a
super genius
~EbookFREE.me~ don’t have to face the abuse of those fans, and ignore the ridicule and accusations of the media. ……When you were twenty-three years old, you enjoyed your retirement life so happily. Anyway, you have not made less money in these years, and you have earned enough money to live your life. How wonderful, honestly I envy you. ."
After speaking, Zhao Kangming suddenly turned around and left, not staying any longer.
Neither Dong Wen nor Yang Hua expected him to do this.
After hesitating for a while, the two of them quickly followed and walked out-after all, they stayed and let them face Zhang Qinghuan who was still in the dark. If Zhang Qinghuan asked them questions or acted beyond their expectations, they really were I don't know how to deal with it... it's better to just leave.
They thought that Zhao Kangming might have the same idea with them, so they left suddenly.
The three opened the door and walked out, leaving only Zhang Qinghuan in the ward.
He sat on the bed, like a statue.
Deadwood statue.