Sports Medicine Master System

Chen Yu idolized Michael Jackson. If he had one great regret, it was never having seen a Michael Jackson concert live.

At first, he didn’t have the money. As a poor student, Michael Jackson’s concert tickets were so expensive there was no way he could afford them.

Later, when he became a doctor and started making money, he was too busy and never had the chance to go.

Plus, Michael Jackson later retired and never held another concert, so he never even got the chance to make up for it.

Now, he had his chance.

Right in the very front row, Chen Yu could feel the ground vibrating.

Behind him was a tsunami of screams.

Michael Jackson appeared on a lift, emerging from the fog dressed in a glittering gold battle suit like a warrior from the future. The moment he stood there, completely still, the screams from the crowd grew several decibels louder.

Chen Yu felt like his eardrums were about to burst.

Soon, people began fainting and were quickly carried away by the on-site medical staff.

This wasn’t an isolated incident; they were dropping one after another, fainting from sheer excitement.

It was clear that the media reports of 5,000 people fainting at one of his concerts were no exaggeration.

"This is insane."

Beside him, Lexi was trembling with excitement. She grabbed Chen Yu and asked loudly, "Chen, are you sure you can do this?"

"I should be fine."

Chen Yu’s voice clearly lacked confidence.

This was because of a special segment planned for the concert.

During the performance of "Dangerous," knowing it was Chen Yu’s favorite song, Michael Jackson planned to invite him on stage to dance with him.

He was an absolute perfectionist, whether it came to his songs or his concerts.

This comeback concert was originally scheduled for March 15th, but because the on-site lighting effects didn’t meet his standards, he had everything scrapped and redone, delaying it until today, the 25th.

If Chen Yu went on stage, his clumsy dancing would certainly detract from the performance and make the song imperfect.

Chen Yu didn’t want to go on stage either.

But Michael Jackson insisted, even saying that he chose to hold this concert in Phoenix just for Chen Yu, to repay him for everything he had done.

Because of this, Chen Yu had even specifically taken the time to practice the dance routine.

The result? Let’s just say he was much more steady with a scalpel.

’But it’s the thought that counts.’

Besides, to be a fan to this extent, Chen Yu felt it was more than enough.

Fortunately, when Chen Yu went on stage, the fans in the audience were very supportive, applauding and cheering for him.

When Chen Yu, led by Michael Jackson, clumsily finished the dance and took his bow, a surprising sound emerged from the roaring cheers: chants for the Suns to win the championship.

Then the voices grew, eventually becoming a torrent that echoed throughout the entire venue.

Music fans and sports fans weren’t mutually exclusive.

While Chen Yu was still stunned, Michael Jackson clapped his hands beside him. The next moment, a giant poster suddenly dropped down and unfurled above the stage behind them.

It was a promotional poster for the Suns’ push for a three-peat.

The cheering from the crowd instantly reached its peak, a tsunami of championship chants.

"Thank you." Realizing what was happening, Chen Yu smiled knowingly and turned to hug Michael Jackson.

With the regular season about to end, this was probably the best gift the Suns could have received.

Without a doubt, the concert was a success.

Fans all over the world had been waiting for a Michael Jackson concert for a very, very long time.

His new song, "Best of Joy," a gift to all his fans, immediately debuted at the top of every major music chart.

Returning after three years, he was still the undisputed king of the global music scene.

The only downside was that every hospital in Phoenix City was packed that day, with large numbers of fans being sent for medical treatment.

The next day, Chen Yu received a call from Ronaldo.

Just the night before last, in the first leg of the Champions League quarter-finals, Real Madrid had defeated Monaco with a commanding 4-2 victory.

After resting for two weeks, a hastily returned Ronaldo managed to regain some of his form, scoring a brace with two goals.

The word "managed" was Ronaldo’s own assessment; he had said that the timing was too tight, and the torn muscle in his leg was still a bit tense, which affected his performance.

That was the kind of talk that made you want to punch him. If he could score a brace while not in top physical condition—with one of those goals being a solo counter-attack where he dribbled past three players—how many would he score if he were actually in peak form?

"Chen, the next match is on the 7th. I know you’re busy, and I wouldn’t dare ask you to travel with the team all the time to help me. Just three days, including match day. Come to Spain and help me get my body back in shape again." At the end of the call, Ronaldo once again pleaded with Chen Yu to come to Spain.

"Our situation still isn’t great, and David got a yellow card, so he can’t play in the next match. I’m really worried something will go wrong. You have no idea, this year’s Champions League is just cursed."

After the Champions League was restructured, not only were top teams clashing early, but dark horses were also emerging frequently.

Facing Super Laco, the "Old Lady" Juventus was unexpectedly knocked out, failing to score a single goal and losing both legs of the tie.

And don’t even get me started on Bayern; they were just plain unlucky to run into Real Madrid.

Then there was Manchester United, who were surprisingly knocked out by the little-known Porto.

At the time of that match, Chen Yu had been in Spain waiting to watch the second-leg match between Real Madrid and Bayern.

This biggest upset in Champions League history immediately dominated all the sports media headlines in Europe.

The newspapers were full of praise for Porto.

There was also ridicule for Manchester United, saying that Ferguson had refused to shake hands with Porto’s manager, Mourinho, after the first leg, mocking Ferguson for being a sore loser.

Of course, there was no shortage of accusations about a biased referee, because a goal by Scholes in the second leg was disallowed—a clear bad call.

All sorts of baseless speculation arose, suggesting that since Portugal was the host of the 2004 UEFA European Championship, they were receiving preferential treatment from UEFA.

But the match was over, and it was too late to say anything more.

Most importantly, from that day on, the whole world remembered the name of this unknown manager: Mourinho.

After pulling off a last-minute comeback in the second leg, the scene of him sprinting down the touchline in his trench coat was deeply imprinted even in Chen Yu’s mind.

And their dark horse miracle wasn’t over yet.

The day before the Real Madrid vs. Monaco match, they had cleanly beaten Lyon 2-0, looking like they had the momentum to go all the way.

These were just the external factors. The match between Real Madrid and Monaco also thoroughly exposed Real Madrid’s current problems.

There was no coordination to speak of among the six superstars; they relied entirely on individual skill to score goals.

Luckily, Ronaldo was strong enough and dominant enough, but the problem of a fragile backline still existed. Otherwise, how could they have let Monaco score two goals?

Plus, with David suspended after getting a card, Ronaldo still felt the next match wasn’t a sure thing.

At this point, he even felt he could put the league on the back burner for now; he needed to be in his best shape to prepare for the Champions League.

And that, naturally, would require Chen Yu’s help.

"Alright, but just for three days," Chen Yu sighed, agreeing.

They were such good friends, and he had pleaded so earnestly. How could Chen Yu have the heart to refuse?

As it happened, he had recently cleared his surgical schedule, and it was no problem to let his company handle the preparations for the potential training camp. Three days wouldn’t make much of a difference.

"Chen, thank you."

Ronaldo chuckled, thanked him repeatedly, and hung up the phone.

Speaking of the Champions League and Manchester United, Ferguson had called him a couple of days ago, saying he wanted to send a player to Phoenix for treatment.

He was also a Ronaldo, named Cristiano Ronaldo, or Cristiano for short.

Ferguson had scouted him just last summer, bringing him from Portugal to the Premier League.

He had been injured in the March 10th match against Porto.

In the 81st minute of that match, Cristiano came on as a substitute. Just a few minutes later, he was taken down by his fellow countryman, Valent.

He rolled twice on the ground and was immediately taken off due to injury.

A later examination revealed a minor fracture in the proximal phalanx of his big toe.

That wasn’t the end of it. After resting for two weeks and starting recovery training, he was unfortunately stepped on by a teammate in the exact same spot during a practice session.

Great. Same spot, but this time it was a full-on fracture.

To be on the safe side, Ferguson decided to send him to Chen Yu for treatment to avoid any lingering injury risks.

It just went to show that Ferguson really valued the young man.

The next day, Chen Yu met the young man.

He appeared without any family, his right foot bandaged and leaning on crutches.

Accompanying him was a man in a polo shirt with a sharp gaze. Upon meeting, he was even more outgoing than Cristiano, stepping forward proactively to shake Chen Yu’s hand and greet him.

He introduced himself as Jorge Mendes, Cristiano’s agent.

Chen Yu had no impression of him, although, in his own words, he was the top agent in Portugal.

But compared to a top European agent like Blanchini, his fame was still lacking.

’Most importantly, the Portuguese Super League?’

Chen Yu looked at Cristiano again.

He had to admit, he was another handsome young man.

He had a good physique too. Noticing Chen Yu looking at him, he smiled shyly and didn’t dare to meet his gaze.

"This way."

Chen Yu led the two of them toward the consultation room.

In that short time, the Eye of All-Seeing had already scanned him. ’A minor problem.’

’Ferguson is just making a mountain out of a molehill, sending him all the way over here for such a trivial injury. Has his stingy habit changed?’

However, through Mendes’s proactive small talk, Chen Yu learned that this time it wasn’t a case of the notoriously cheap Ferguson finally spending money. Instead, it was Mendes who had strongly insisted on sending Cristiano to Phoenix for treatment with Chen Yu.

"Dr. Chen, Cristiano is the greatest talent in Portugal. He has a brilliant career ahead of him. He’s so young; he can’t be left with any potential injury risks. And in this world, only you can ensure that."

Mendes reeled off a string of compliments that Chen Yu had heard countless times, then asked if they could speak privately.

He gestured for Cristiano to go into the consultation room first, then looked at Chen Yu with a somewhat fawning expression.

"Is there something you need?"

Chen Yu stopped and asked.

Mendes immediately said, "Dr. Chen, would you be interested in a job with an annual salary of twenty million US dollars?"

Chen Yu froze, looking Mendes up and down again.

’What, are you offering me a salary?’