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"Mark, how is it? This won't affect me wearing shorts in summer, right?"

In the medical room, Yang Yang sat on a chair with his right leg raised, letting team doctor Mark Waller examine the injury on his right calf. It had completely healed, leaving only two obvious scars.

As soon as Yang Yang finished speaking, Mark Waller suddenly raised his head. His face flushed as he looked at him, then he burst out laughing.

Everyone else in the medical room also laughed. This was just too funny.

You're a man. What was there to fear about having a few scars on your calf?

"It's fine. You can put on stockings to cover them up," Mark Waller replied solemnly after laughing.

After saying that, the man gave Yang Yang's right calf a light smack, signaling him to move his leg away.

"In a few more days, the scars will fade. Forget shorts—even if you don't wear pants, it won't matter. You'll still look very fit."

Yang Yang nodded seriously. "That's good, that's good."

At this point, Yang Yang glanced at the training ground outside. "When did he get back?"

Yang Yang was referring to Gareth Bale, who was training on the field outside. He was dribbling continuously by himself and looked quite diligent, which reminded Yang Yang of his own past.

Nowadays, Yang Yang had to keep his daily training load within reasonable limits. He could no longer train recklessly like before, because he needed to maintain stable performances over a long period. Too much training would instead be counterproductive.

More importantly, Yang Yang was clearly more precious now.

"He arrived this morning. Wales lost one-nil away to Germany yesterday. It looks like their hopes of qualifying for the World Cup have probably vanished again."

Speaking of which, Gareth Bale's