Chapter 265 Do You Trust Me?

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Playing in the NBA, especially Asian players, if you are not good enough, you will not get enough attention, and you will even be discriminated against early. This discrimination is also reflected on the training ground, and the treatment Wei Chao received That's it. He was hurt, and the coach knew who hurt him, but he just didn't deal with the perpetrator.

Michael McKenzie is a strong black man, his ability is similar to that of Wei Chao, and he is in a competitive position, but if Wei Chao is injured, he must be the first substitute, and he is also accurate, and the coach Mike D'Antoni will definitely take the overall situation into consideration and will not impose severe penalties on himself.

Yes, he was right. Although he got a verbal warning, what is a verbal warning?

"Bang bang bang!" The monotonous sound of slapping the ball echoed on the training ground, and the players left one after another. Only Michael McKenzie remained on the training ground. ball.

"Michael!" Someone called him, "Do you want to practice more? Have you ever seen you like this, because of tomorrow's game?" A tall black player walked towards him, a teammate of the Lakers, a small forward Antoine Morris, who has a decent relationship with Michael, isn't a starting small forward either.

"Next!" McKinsey suddenly threw the ball towards him, Morris caught it, and the two randomly cooperated with each other. He threw the ball high, McKinsey jumped up on the basket, and then slammed the ball with one hand. He pressed hard into the ball frame, and the ball frame made a trembling "bang-dang" sound.

As if to vent, when McKenzie landed, he exhaled and said to Morris: "Are you still leaving?"

"I'll come and see you." Morris walked into McKinsey and looked at him quietly. Said very softly, "Did you mean it, Mike!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" McKenzie glared at him, and turned to get his bag. It was obvious that he was very sensitive and even disgusted by the topic Morris brought up.

"I know it's hard. But...even if it's done, who can say whether it's right or wrong?" Morris glanced at McKenzie who was packing his luggage, shaking his head and smiling bitterly, "I used to do that too Pass."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Anto, do you want to tell me that I broke Wei's foot on purpose? Are you saying it like that? That's what you did to me? It was an accident. Anto, It was a damn accident!"

McKenzie suddenly became impulsive, he dropped his bag, yelled at McKenzie in an almost roaring tone, and stared at him.

"Don't get excited, Mike. If you are so excited, can you still maintain a good state on the court? If you play with such emotions, do you think it will satisfy D'Antoni?" Morris also yelled at McKinsey Roaring, "You have to adjust your state, you have to face this matter squarely."

After hearing what Morris said, McKinsey was silent. Yes, he is in such a state that it is difficult to fight. It can be seen from the last game that he came off the bench, but in the end he made no achievements, only one assist, and made zero three shots. As a result, he only played six minutes and was replaced.

Six minutes is not much time for a first backup guard, and if he performs poorly, he may be traded by the team in the future. Usually, such a substitute role will be completely marginalized if there are too many transactions.

"What do you want to say?"

After a long silence, McKenzie looked at Morris sullenly. Hold back a word.

"Get rid of your current thinking!" Morris said very bluntly, "Let go of your guilt, let go of your guilt, so that you can go into battle easily."

"That's enough, Anto. You think I don't want to? But I can't, it's like a nightmare, damn it, if I could do it all over again, I might... well, I'll step on it anyway, you Win, you moral judge!" McKenzie raised his hands, then turned around, picked up his bag, and was about to leave.

"You're a coward, Mike!" Morris yelled from behind him, "You're a sissy, you sissy who dare not pee!"

"What did you say?"

McKenzie threw the bag down, rushed towards Morris, swung his fist at him, hit him in the jaw, and then spat hard on the ground.

"You...don't ever call me a sissy, you damn... bastard!"

Morris got up, touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, smiled, and said to McKinsey: "Yes, yes, that's it, this is you, McKinsey, you won this, even if the means are not very bright , this is the NBA, this is the competition, we are all here."

"You—" McKenzie looked at him a little stunned.

"Yes, even if the means are not very bright, but...Mike, I still want to tell you that since you have won this competition, you are the winner. Winners don't need to feel guilty about losers. Some should Just mercy!"

McKenzie laughed loudly, then patted Morris on the shoulder, and walked out of the training hall first, leaving only Michael McKenzie in a daze.

He suddenly felt that what Morris said made sense. Yes, I already won the competition, so why feel guilty? All that should be there is compassion. That's it. Thinking of this, McKinsey felt much calmer in his heart, as if he had found a shelter from the wind.

He picked up the bag and walked towards the outside of the training ground without looking back. In the sunlight coming in from the door, his shadow was slanted and stretched very long.

Santa Monica Hospital is the designated hospital for the Lakers.

After Wei Chao and Zhen Fan talked on the phone, they felt a little better. The grievance and unwillingness that have been simmering in my heart for a long time finally have a small vent. Although I am still unwilling, at least I feel a little more comfortable, so that I won't drive myself crazy.

Recalling my debut from CUBA, all the way to CBA, and finally to the NBA, only I know the hardships involved. I didn’t expect to work hard to get in. I didn’t play a few games before I was blacked out. Is this fate?

In Los Angeles, apart from his own translator, he hardly had any friends. The relationship between his teammates and him was inseparable, and the coach didn’t value him very much. The team needs to start.

I really don't want to go back like this. Such an injury, even if it heals, will leave sequelae. If there is a gun, Wei Chao even wants to take the gun, kill the black-footed bastard first, and then kill himself with one shot.

I've been lying here for two days. Except for the assistant coach once, no one came to see him. He is a forgotten corner of the Lakers team. Even when he sees the nurse, he has a cold face.

At this time, the mobile phone on the bedside rang, Wei Chao was a little surprised, who called him? He hoped that it was the coach, even if he said a few words of comfort, he would feel great comfort.

"Zhen Fan?" Wei Chao was a little surprised by the name on his phone. He didn't expect Zhen Fan to come to see him. After all, he and Zhen Fan used to be rivals on the basketball court. As for the height issue, he will definitely be much better than himself in the NBA.

"Zhen Fan? It's you...I didn't expect that, which hospital do I live in? Yes, it's Santa Monica Hospital in Los Angeles, it seems to be the name of the church, haha, yes...Okay, come here, Thank you for coming!"

Wei Chao hung up the phone, a little dazed, he didn't expect that it was his former enemy who came to see him, which surprised him a bit, and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door, and then the door was pushed open, a smiling face appeared at the door, followed by a large bouquet of flowers, yes, it was Zhen Fan who came.

"It seems that your complexion is not very good! Because you can't play?"

As soon as Zhen Fan opened his mouth, Wei Chao lost his face. Which pot is not open and which pot to lift, Wei Chao was speechless, then pointed to the chair in front of Zhen Fan, motioning him to sit down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, can I see your feet?" Zhen Fan walked over and didn't sit down, but wiped his feet. Obviously, the feet were tightly covered by plaster Can't see anything.

"A comminuted fracture, I'm reimbursed for the whole season, even if it's fine, I'm in the NBA." Wei Chao smiled wryly and shook his head, "It seems that I still can't adapt to the competition here!"

"It seems that you really are, if you can't be cruel, it will be difficult to adapt to such an environment!" Zhen Fan nodded, and then smiled at Wei Chao, "Don't worry, everything will be fine, can you let me Did the doctor show me your X-rays?"

"Why do you want to see that?" Wei Chao looked at him in surprise.

"I'm not just your nightmare on the court, but I'm also a Chinese medicine doctor!" Zhen Fan smiled, "Western medicine is good, but the things from our ancestors may be even better if used properly."

"You are... you are a Chinese medicine doctor?" Wei Chao opened his mouth wide. He and Zhen Fan had played many games on the court, and he never knew his identity, so he was still shocked when he heard this.

"Yeah, I opened a Chinese medicine clinic in Temecula, and... if you trust me, I will treat you, and in a month or less, I will make you recover, of course , it depends on the severity of your injury, have you thought about it now? Do you want to give me your X-ray? "

"Of course I trust you, but... I'm afraid that the coach of the team doesn't trust you. I am now a member of the team, which means that I am the property of the team. If you want to change the treatment plan, you must let the team Agree!" Wei Chao smiled helplessly, as if mocking himself.

"It's okay, you can apply, I can afford to wait, of course you don't have to choose me." Zhen Fan looked at him, if Wei Chao trusted him, then he would treat him, if not, he would never again Come here because the most basic things are not there anymore!

"Okay, I trust you!" After being silent for a while, Wei Chao nodded firmly, anyway, this is the case, this is not a risk, but a glimmer of hope after despair, even if a drowning person Like a floating straw.

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