The doctor couldn't help but frowned in embarrassment.

He looked at Jing Chu and saw that the boy lowered his head like a little puppy, and he seemed to dare not contradict his coach.

Jing Chu's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to the doctor, "Doctor, do you have any way... to restore my hands to play games."

Upon hearing this, the doctor lowered his head and looked at his report.

He took a deep breath and simply handed over the film and electromyography he took. "Sir, you can look at the patient's medical examination report. His current condition is that his flexor and extensor tendon is ruptured and his median nerve is damaged."

But Coach Claire just glanced down and glanced.

He then slapped the examination report on the table, and the fat on his face shook with anger, "I don't care about the tendons or nerves, I want him to participate in the competition next week!"

Jing Chu is not only the top shooter in the C position, but also serves as the commander. Even if the shooter position can be replaced by a substitute, no one can replace the command position!

Since Jing Chu joined the BF team...

He will play in any such important game. When he is never absent, the coach can only count on him.

"This..." The doctor seemed to have encountered some difficulties.

He thought for a while before speaking out, "If he had to play next week, there would be no way."

Upon hearing this, Jing Chu's eyes suddenly lit up.

He looked up at the doctor in surprise, "You said, what is the solution? As long as I can play, I can accept it!"

No matter how he cooperates with the treatment, he will be obedient, as long as he will not deprive him of this path of professional players...

But the doctor's expression was very solemn, and he didn't seem to think that this matter was optimistic. "There is a drug that can temporarily make up for his situation. It is okay to maintain flexibility for a short time, but it can only last for a few hours at most, and..."

"Yes!" Coach Claire responded immediately.

He made a decision on this matter directly, "That's it, I just need to play next week."

"Yeah." Jing Chu also nodded in agreement.

But Shi Qinglan next to her eyes turned a little colder. She suddenly opened her lips and said, "I don't agree with this."

Gu Yan then raised his eyes and looked at the woman beside him.

He frowned without a trace on his eyebrows, "Sister Lan, will there be side effects when using this medicine?"

Shi Qinglan is the best doctor in the Medical Research Institute.

If there is really a reliable way to get Jing Chu back from his injury as soon as possible and go to the game, she would not have been standing next to him without saying a word...

"Yeah." Shi Qinglan responded with a slightly cool voice, "This temporary drug usually contains hormones, which has greater side effects on the body, and is even more unfavorable to Xiao Jingchu's recovery later."

Jing Chu's hands were not enough this time.

She was considering long-term plans, how to completely restore his hands, rather than destroying them after being cured and used up.

"Who are you?" Coach Claire was instantly dissatisfied.

He looked at Shi Qinglan with great displeasure, "The doctors say this method is OK, how can you get the mouth?"

The aura around Bo Yucheng suddenly became cold.

He reached out and held Shi Qinglan's wrist and held the girl next to him, "You'd better give me the focus of your attitude."

"Swish--" the coach sneered in a funny way.

As the head coach of the BF team who has won the world championship for three years, he has always been used to being rampant and has never bowed to anyone, let alone know what respect is.

Besides, the people in front of them are obviously yellow people...

Although Coach Claire led the Chinese team, he was from A and was bought by the club. He has always been dissatisfied with the member of the world champion team he led was Chinese.

Therefore, he had a very strong opinion of the Chinese.

Shi Qinglan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, "Because I am also a doctor, I don't agree to inject this medicine into Jing Chu."

Coach Claire was furious in an instant.

He glared at Shi Qinglan, "You are the only one? You are the doctor? I see you, a yellow-haired girl, just like you are just an adult... Why do Chinese people dare to cheat and practice medicine like this now?"

Hearing this, the aura around Bo Yucheng instantly turned cold.

He clenched his fists tightly. Just as he was about to do something, Shi Qinglan reached out and hooked his fingers.

"This kind of potion will have great side effects on Jingchu. Even if it can guarantee this competition, it will have an impact on your fingers in the future, and it is very likely that you will never be able to completely recover."

Hearing Shi Qinglan's words, Jing Chu suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her, "Side...the side effects are so great?"

Gu Yan suddenly remained alert.

Of course, what he cared about was Jing Chu's health and thought about it for a long time, not how this game was.

Jing Chu is still young and has a promising future.

Even if I missed this World Championship final, I would have countless opportunities to wait for him in the future, but if I did this time I would be useless...

Shi Qinglan picked up the report on the table and glanced at it, "Yes, Jing Chu hurts the nerves after all, and the drugs used to control the nerves cannot have no side effects. It is not good for Jing Chu in the long run."

The doctor immediately nodded.

He persuaded with great thought, "This gentleman, median nerve damage is a very serious matter. We generally recommend that patients treat conservatively first, and observe for three months before they will take the risk of surgery..."

"Considering the special occupation of the patient, I said I could directly perform surgery on him, which has made a great concession, but there is no way to guarantee that I would fully return to my previous state."

"But if this potion is really used, I can't guarantee whether his hands can move normally in the future..."

But Coach Claire can't care so much.

He had no feelings for these Chinese players at all, and he only regarded them as tools for making money. Championship glory belonged to China, and only the money in the bonus pool was truly related to him.

"What does it have to do with me if his hands are broken?"

Coach Claire sneered, "It's him who signed an agreement with our club. The starting lineup of the World Championship has been decided. It has been officially announced that he will participate in the game. If he really can't play and doesn't win the championship, will you compensate for the losses?"

He didn't care about Jingchu's future at all.

After dealing with this, after the World Championship final, he immediately went to A Country's Guangcai player to replace Jing Chu's position.

Anyway, he has rich experience in leading the team and is familiar with the BF team's playing skills and lineup BP. He believes that with his own abilities, he can definitely replicate the second genius player first!

"The agreement is not allowed to joke about the player's body and future." Shi Qinglan's voice suddenly cooled down.
Chapter completed!