Dream Theater became a blue-black ocean, Inter Milan won the Champions League, and another great season.

Everyone rushed into the stadium.

Zheng Zhi leaned on a crutch and wanted to rush up, but found that he had already fallen to the end.

Xiao Xiao Luo and the others rushed out of the stands and joined the celebration, and everyone forgot about him.

The entire court was shaking.

"champion,"

"champion,"

"champion,"

Juventus players were leaving the court, with their heads hanging down, without any energy.

Zheng Zhi didn't expect Pierro to come towards him? He hugged him.

"Is it okay?"

Zheng Zhi shrugged, "Thank you,"

"I have no idea."

"Maybe it's not that bad."

Pierro is great. He passed by the Champions League three times and was able to come over to greet Zheng Zhi. This is an extraordinary mentality.

After he left, Zheng Zhi looked down at his right knee, feeling unsure.

The knee problem is definitely not a trivial matter...

In his impression, almost all the players who have been troubled by knee injuries have experienced a cliff-like decline in their careers...

Could it be that all this ends?

"team leader!"

"Come here!"

Just when his mind was in a mess, Little Ronaldo shouted at him.

"Receive the award!"

Only then did Zheng Zhi drag his steps over.

Mourinho then realized that Zheng Zhi was different in normal times. He walked over and helped Zheng Zhi on himself and patted him on the shoulder.

Zheng Zhi didn't say anything, and followed him to the podium.

The UEFA President personally presented the award, and Zheng Zhi was the last one and put on the medal.

The big ear cup was shining and the name of Inter Milan was engraved again, for the third time in a row.

Zheng Zhigang received it and didn't even kiss it. He was immediately snatched away by Ronaldo. Before Ronaldo could touch the heat, Messi snatched it away, followed by Ronaldo and took it away again...

This is the first time these three guys...

Click,

Click,

The spotlight keeps flashing,

The colorful ribbons of falling flowers have fallen, and it is another glorious year.

Back in the locker room, everyone continued to celebrate with champagne.

But no one noticed that Zheng Zhi was gone.

He went to Manchester Hospital.

Half an hour later, the inspection report came out.

Wu Di is accompanying him.

Wu Di was waiting outside anxiously. As soon as the doctor came out, he ran up.

“What’s the situation?”

The thin doctor shook his head and frowned into the character Sichuan. It seemed that the situation was not optimistic.

Wu Di immediately reacted and turned to look at Zheng Zhi.

I don't know what to say.

But Zheng Zhi also saw something from the doctor's expression, but he forced himself to suppress the reaction in his heart.

What should come may always come.

Anyway, since he played in 1998, he has been highlighting for at least 5 years, and he can accept whatever happens next.

The doctor also glanced at Zheng Zhi.

Then he opened his mouth.

"Knee cruciate ligament comminuted..."

Before he could finish his words, Wu Di jumped up first and stopped him from speaking loudly.

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

"Don't say it,"

"You guys definitely didn't check it carefully,"

"You guys do it again!"

"You are not professional at all."

The doctor looked embarrassed.

"no,"

“We did three consecutive tests in it,”

“There are three doctors in total for evaluation,”

"The final results are consistent."

"It's a big deal!"
Chapter completed!