Chronic Illness Is Hard to Cure

After collecting their awards in Zurich, Yang Yang and the others rushed back to Madrid without stopping.

After a week-long Christmas break, the team resumed training and would face the sixteenth round of La Liga on the evening of January 3. This was clearly another major challenge.

It was much like returning to work after celebrating the Spring Festival and enjoying a long holiday. It was inevitable that they would struggle to find their form. On the very first day of training, everyone reported to the team doctor, Carlos Dias, for a physical examination, and quite a few players were found to be overweight.

This could hardly be considered a serious matter. Everyone was already used to it.

People gained three pounds during the Spring Festival. Once professional players went on holiday, it was basically impossible for them to maintain the same level of discipline they had during the season. Combined with all the holiday meals and gatherings, gaining weight was only natural.

Yang Yang's results were not particularly ideal either.

But it was not because he lacked self-discipline. He had been constantly rushing around over the past few days, either attending club events or sponsor activities. He had also made long trips to Dubai and Zurich, throwing his training and diet into disorder and naturally affecting his physical condition.

"It's fine. Comparatively speaking, you're already doing quite well," Carlos Dias said with a smile, comforting him.

"Carlos is right. Adjust gradually," Jesper consoled him as well.

Yang Yang still let out a deep sigh. To some extent, he was also helpless.

He was the team's biggest star, attracting attention wherever he went. He was also the club's public face, so naturally he had to handle more matters away from the pitch. For example, this trip to Dubai had been