Sports Medicine Master System

The players present all looked at Chen Yu with curiosity.

Chen Yu didn’t recognize a single one of them anyway.

After a moment’s thought, Chen Yu smiled and said, "How is two enough? It has to be at least three."

How healthy, you ask? Very healthy.

Ronaldo was stunned for a moment, then broke into a wide, excited grin and laughed. "That’s right! Three goals! A hat-trick!"

Just then, a square-faced player came forward and introduced himself as Saneidi.

"Chen, thank you."

Saneidi gave Chen Yu a light hug.

He was the captain of Inter and knew full well how important Ronaldo was to the team.

Especially after such a severe injury. When he got hurt last year, many in the media were clamoring that Ronaldo’s career was over and that he should retire.

Now, Ronaldo’s healthy return was all thanks to Chen Yu.

Chen Yu briefly introduced himself to everyone and didn’t stay long in the locker room.

Finally, after one last scan of Ronaldo with the Eye of All-Seeing, Chen Yu prepared to leave.

"By the way, how many goals you score isn’t important. What’s important is that you can run with all your might, without any hesitation. Trust me, and trust yourself. There’s nothing wrong with your body," Chen Yu added with a smile to Ronaldo as he was about to leave.

Ronaldo grinned and nodded vigorously.

’Actually,’ Chen Yu thought, ’Ronaldo isn’t like Hardaway.’

’Hardaway is more reserved, has a difficult personality, and overthinks things.’

’But Ronaldo is different. He’s something of an optimist, very carefree. He shouldn’t have any psychological issues.’

He followed Gallant to a luxurious suite on the top floor.

Several stern-faced bodyguards in black suits stood at the entrance to the suite. They even gave Chen Yu a security check with a metal detector wand.

Only after entering did Chen Yu understand why.

Berlusconi, who had stepped down as president of AC Milan and was also the Prime Minister of Italy, had actually rushed to the scene despite his busy schedule.

No wonder there were bodyguards outside.

Moratti was also there. Lexi was talking reservedly with the two men, but when she saw Chen Yu arrive, she quickly stood up and walked over.

"Chen, we finally meet." Berlusconi, on the other hand, was very enthusiastic. He immediately stood up, came over to hug Chen Yu, and then asked with a chuckle about Redondo’s condition.

After spending so much money to bring Redondo from Real Madrid to AC Milan, he ended up sidelined with a season-ending injury before playing a single game.

While it was a pity, Berlusconi had also been eagerly anticipating what AC Milan would become this season once Redondo returned.

"He’s doing very well. Very healthy." Chen Yu couldn’t help but feel a little reserved in front of Berlusconi.

This was especially true when they all sat down and Berlusconi asked Chen Yu with a broad smile which team he thought would win.

Moratti, sitting nearby, also looked over.

Chen Yu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. ’I’m a doctor. I don’t know a thing about soccer. I can’t even tell who’s who on the field, and you’re asking me?’

After a moment’s thought, Chen Yu said, "I came here today for Ronnie, so I’m supporting Inter."

Moratti smiled.

Berlusconi’s narrow eyes stared at Chen Yu for two seconds before he also broke into a grin and shook his head firmly. "No, Chen. You must watch closely later and see how we win this match."

After speaking, he even shot a provocative glance at Moratti.

Moratti ignored him.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows, they had a clear view of the entire stadium.

In the stands, the fans of the two teams were clearly separated. The match hadn’t even started, but the supporters were already about to go at it.

One side’s chants would end only for the other’s to begin. Even inside the well-soundproofed suite, they could hear the tsunami-like roar from outside.

They could even feel the ground vibrating slightly.

As the players from both teams took the field, the atmosphere reached its peak.

In the section with the Inter fans, a giant banner unfurled from the top of the stands.

It was a massive portrait of Ronaldo.

Ronaldo’s name echoed throughout the entire stadium.

Not to be outdone, the AC Milan side displayed their own massive image: their team crest.

Smoke from lit flares filled the stadium. The atmosphere was so electric that even Chen Yu couldn’t help but feel his blood boil with excitement.

This atmosphere was even more intense than being at the Super Bowl.

Lexi, who normally wasn’t interested in soccer, was also swept up by the mood. She sat up straight, her eyes glued to the field below.

"Chen, do you think Ronnie will score?" Lexi asked in a low voice.

’How would I know?’ Chen Yu thought. ’The ball is round.’

Besides, it seemed Inter had changed a lot of players this season. Ronaldo had been out for a whole season and had only trained with his teammates for a week. It was questionable whether he could coordinate well with them.

But what Chen Yu didn’t expect was for the first goal to come so quickly.

Barely seven minutes into the match.

Inter initiated a press in the midfield. Gattuso unexpectedly lost the ball, and Siedorf sent a long pass straight to Ronaldo upfield.

Ronaldo, who had been jogging slowly, instantly accelerated like a blue-and-black bolt of lightning. As he ran, he lifted his right foot, brought the pass down effortlessly, and then, without losing speed, instantly left the backtracking Kara Ze in his dust.

On the other side, Karon was already keeping pace at high speed.

But Ronaldo seemed not to see him. His powerful legs pumped at high speed, like a dagger plunging straight into the enemy’s heart. He was unbelievably fast.

In the stands, countless AC Milan fans were already crying out in alarm.

Danger!

Inside the suite, Berlusconi, who had been relaxing, subconsciously sat up straight.

Maldini had already moved to intercept him.

But Ronaldo was too fast. With a single touch, he blazed past him.

But another defender blocked his path.

At this moment, even a slight hesitation would allow the retreating AC Milan defenders to close in on Ronaldo.

Ronaldo didn’t slow down, charging straight ahead.

There were two defenders right in front of him.

While on the move, Ronaldo elegantly performed a couple of step-overs, spotted an opening, hooked the ball with his left foot, and forcefully burst through the gap between the two defenders.

An exasperated Costacurta turned and tried to pull Ronaldo back, but only grabbed air.

In the suite, Moratti had involuntarily jumped to his feet, his hands clenched into excited fists.

In the entire world, only Ronaldo could use step-overs to beat players at such high speed!

Amidst the gasps of all the Inter fans, Ronaldo had already broken into the penalty area, with only AC Milan’s tense goalkeeper, Abbiati, standing in his way.

Seeing Ronaldo drawing closer, Abbiati chose to charge out.

In that very instant, Ronaldo calmly pushed the ball to the right and poked it with his foot.

The ball flew deftly past Abbiati and nestled into the back of the net.

"GOAL!"

The entire stadium erupted instantly.

Moratti spun around, hugged Chen Yu, and yelled excitedly.

With that goal, Ronaldo used his unparalleled speed and skill to single-handedly bypass AC Milan’s entire defensive line, just like the Alien who had once stunned the world.

Chen Yu was excited too.

Who would believe this was a player who had suffered a ruptured patellar tendon?

"It’s just one goal," Berlusconi snorted, his expression sour.

He had never expected the newly returned Ronaldo to be in such good form, scoring within seven minutes.

Moreover, that goal involved no teamwork at all; it was pure individual skill.

’This guy... it seems he really is completely healthy.’

Moratti let out a hearty laugh and sat back down, in a delightful mood.

"Chen, thank you." Moratti gripped Chen Yu’s hand, his eyes conveying everything that words could not.

Chen Yu waved his hand and was about to speak when the suite door suddenly opened. A man in a black suit came in and whispered something in Berlusconi’s ear.

Berlusconi paused for a moment, then nodded.

Soon, a middle-aged man with graying temples walked in.

Berlusconi had already stood up.

Chen Yu assumed an important guest had arrived and stood up as well. To his surprise, after the middle-aged man entered, he immediately came straight to him and seized his hand.

"Dr. Chen, hello. My name is Winfred Schumacher. I am from Germany, and I am the president of the Hertha Berlin Club. I saw in the media that you were in Italy, so I made a special trip to see you and ask for your help."

He explained his purpose eagerly in somewhat broken English.

Chen Yu was completely stunned. ’Germany?’

Nearby, Moratti paused, then frowned. "Are you here because of Desler? I saw the news. That kid’s case is so tragic."

Schumacher nodded, gripping Chen Yu’s hand, his voice filled with emotion. "Chen, Sebastian is the rising star of German soccer. He’s still young, only twenty-one years old. He should still have a brilliant career ahead of him. He shouldn’t fall now. I’m begging you, you must cure him."

Chen Yu felt the weight of the man’s grip.

’But more importantly, who are they even talking about?’