Can He Make the Season Opener? A Quack Without a Doubt

"Rest assured, you'll be recovered in two to four weeks at most. I am extremely confident when it comes to treating muscle injuries," Dr. Meersseman, head of Milan Lab, said to Ancelotti with a smile.

"Wait, isn't a muscle tear a serious injury? How can it heal so quickly?"

Huang Kaiwen asked, feeling somewhat unwilling to accept this.

Damn it, weren't they supposed to be quacks at Milan Lab? How could they possibly get me back in time for the season opener?

Dr. Meersseman did not get angry at Huang Kaiwen's questioning. Instead, he spoke in a soft, soothing tone to the team's big star, saying, "Thigh muscle tears vary in severity. Your injury is relatively minor, so your recovery will be faster."

"But it hurts so much. At the time, it felt like my leg was splitting open. Could you take another look? I feel like it should be a serious injury." Huang Kaiwen was still making a final struggle.

Ancelotti put an arm around Huang Kaiwen's shoulder to comfort him. "Don't worry. I know you're afraid of the injury recurring if it isn't treated properly, but our Milan Lab is the best sports rehabilitation laboratory in the world. We use cutting-edge scientific equipment, focusing on prevention and supplementing with treatment. Every Milan player receives excellent care."

In his heart, Huang Kaiwen silently gave Ancelotti the middle finger. Listening to you, Ancelotti, one would think this was some high-tech laboratory in Central City.

In his past life, Milan Lab was the poster child for "veterinary" medicine, and this Dr. Meersseman frequently appeared in news reports regarding misdiagnosed stars.

Dr. Meersseman also gave his guarantee, patting his chest as he said, "If you aren't recovered within a month, I will resign voluntarily."

Who wants to recover within a month?

Unable to take a few months off, Huang Kaiwen was not in the best of moods.

Seeing his poor complexion, Ancelotti continued to console him. "Don't worry, even if you're injured, you won't lose your starting position. Your performance today was fantastic, and your long passes will become an important attacking weapon for us. I didn't expect you to be not only excellent in attack but also such a great playmaker. It's truly wonderful."

Fine, whatever you say.

Ancelotti happily pushed the wheelchair after Huang Kaiwen sat down.

Once he delivered him to the club entrance, Ancelotti was immediately surrounded by reporters.

"Carlo, is Kevin's injury very serious? How many matches will he miss?"

"Will this injury affect Kevin's status in the team?"

"Mr. Ancelotti, will Kevin's injury affect your tactical setup?"

"Does Milan have a contingency plan? Did Milan revert to the 4-4-2 diamond midfield when Kevin got injured?"

Ancelotti handed Huang Kaiwen over to Barbara, let the club staff put the wheelchair and crutches into the trunk, and took the initiative to draw the reporters' fire.

"Kevin is an important player for the team. Everyone at Milan feels very sorry about his injury; the strength he displayed is a great help to the team. We will work hard even when he is away. Victory is not the responsibility of one or two players. I believe in every player, and I also hope Kevin can recover as soon as possible..."

Barbara slammed on the gas to shake off the reporters and asked with some concern, "How are you doing?"

"I'll be recovered before the season starts."

Huang Kaiwen said, feeling somewhat annoyed.

Barbara comforted him softly, "It's okay. As long as you can make it for the start of the season, you don't need to worry about your status at Milan being impacted."

Seeing Huang Kaiwen's sour expression, she quickly changed the subject.

"My girlfriends said you were great today. If it weren't for your injury, I would have wanted to introduce you to them. The Fendi you signed with earlier is actually a company owned by a friend of mine."

"Is she pretty?"

Screech—

Another emergency brake.

The young lady had some strange habit; whenever she got excited, she slammed on the brakes.

A look of pain flashed across Huang Kaiwen's face. Barbara, who had originally wanted to hold him accountable, quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I forgot you were injured."

"It's fine, I was just teasing you. Don't be angry."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Even if he couldn't take a long break, he shouldn't take his frustration out on Barbara. His mindset had been wrong just now.

"Hateful, don't do that next time."

"Okay."

Huang Kaiwen nodded, feeling a bit guilty.

After the two returned home, Huang Kaiwen realized his hellish life had only just begun.

Barbara dressed very scantily at home.

And since he was ordered not to engage in strenuous exercise, Barbara forced him into a life of involuntary celibacy.

Huang Kaiwen, who didn't have to go to the team for the time being, played video games until past 2:00 AM before falling asleep.

When he woke up, he found that Barbara hadn't gone to work.

"You're up? I'll make you breakfast."

Ten minutes later, a simple sandwich and fried egg were served—this was the limit of the young lady's culinary skills.

"Where are the newspapers for today?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"No, they didn't come. I'll call and complain about them later!" Barbara said, her eyes darting away.

"Bring them out."

Huang Kaiwen knew Barbara too well and gave her a pat on her ample chest.

Barbara reluctantly handed over the newspaper, complaining, "Don't listen to their nonsense. La Gazzetta dello Sport always likes to talk rubbish; they have no credibility."

Huang Kaiwen smiled at Barbara to reassure her, then began to read the paper.

"Kevin's pained expression and the wheelchair suggest that his injury is not as optimistic as Ancelotti claims. Perhaps he will miss half the season or even longer. This injury may affect Kevin's career; every genius experiences a decline to varying degrees after an injury, and some players even leave the football world early. Below is a list of the top ten stars ruined by injuries..."

Seeing this, Huang Kaiwen's eyes lit up.

That's right.

If his performance wasn't as good as before, it would just be because of the injury.

La Gazzetta dello Sport had already provided the explanation for him.

If I perform poorly, it's Milan Lab's fault anyway.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen's smile, Barbara felt a pang of sadness. He must be smiling just to put her at ease.

He must be feeling incredibly bitter inside.

Geniuses like Kevin were extremely proud; being mocked by these inexplicable media figures and having his future predicted as bleak must have made him very sad.

The young lady decided to use her connections to find sports injury rehabilitation experts worldwide. Even if she had to kidnap them, she would bring them to Milan to treat her beloved.

Huang Kaiwen, eating his brunch, felt a chill. This must be a side effect of his weakened immune system after the injury, right?

Whatever.

Huang Kaiwen decided to rest well for the next few days. Once his teammates who had been playing in the major tournaments returned, he would go to the team to boost his presence.

He, Huang, was not someone who played favorites. Since these teammates hadn't made it to his previous treat, he would just treat them again.

He wasn't very mobile.

Should he just invite a chef to the house?

He would make sure Maldini dragged everyone there.

That's what he would do!

There were quite a few Brazilians on the team. If he made some Brazilian-style dishes, wouldn't the distance between people close up instantly? Damn it, if Inter could have a "Barbecue Gang," his Samba Milan couldn't fall behind. As the team's social coordinator, he had to make his Brazilian teammates feel the love from their teammate.