from the golden generation

Chapter 409 The old injury recurred, coma again

In the house, Yan Song was lying on the cold iron board, and the machine was scanning on his lap.

The faces of the people around were very ugly, and before Jie Guo appeared, the door was pushed open.

Seeing the three of Qiao Dan enter, Qiao Dan looked at Yan Song with a painful expression on his face, and felt very uncomfortable.

"Sorry, it's all me."

Qiao Dan blamed himself, Yan Song punched Qiao Dan in the chest and said with a smile.

"What about that old guy, why are you here?"

"Why, you don't want me to see you in a mess?"

Qiao Dan looked at Yan Song's left leg, and waited for the result together with everyone.

After a while, the team doctor looked at the result and didn't know how to speak.

"Quickly tell me, how is Yan Song doing!"

Iverson was anxious, and the team doctor said.

"He has some cracks in his knee, but the smash just now shouldn't have caused that."

The team doctor said, looking at Yan Song.

Yan Song let out a breath and said lightly.

"When I was training on my own, I was injured at home and no one knew about it except me."

After the words fell, everything became clear, the team doctor continued.

"Based on your current situation, you need to recuperate, two weeks."

After the team doctor finished speaking, Yan Song said immediately.

"No, absolutely not for two weeks. Now the decisive battle with the Lakers cannot be without me."

"But, if you fight a game, you are sacrificing your time for the next few months."

The consequences given by the team doctor were terrible, but Yan Song glanced at Jordan and said with a smile.

"I don't care, even if I retire next year, I will continue to play."

Yan Song was resolute, and Iverson thought about it and said.

"The injury is serious. If you are not here, we can try our best to drag the game to the seventh game. After you come back..."

"Without me, can we reach the tiebreaker?"

Yan Song spoke the truth. Indeed, if Philadelphia did not have Yan Song, then more than half of its combat effectiveness would be lost.

As for the tie-break that Iverson mentioned, the probability of it happening is not high. Yan Song will be eliminated if he is not in Philadelphia.

"I must fight, I must!"

"Impossible, one game is okay, two or three games will be completely broken, and self-healing and recovery will be basically impossible at that time, only surgery, you will lose your knee meniscus."

After the words fell, everyone present gasped.

Rodman looked at the resolute Yan Song and laughed.

"Looking at you now, you can indeed finish this game. If you play more, the intensity will increase. You will directly fall on the court and be dragged into the operating room."

Rodman wanted to hit Yan Song, but he didn't expect Yan Song's eyes to be three-pointed.

"I don't think about my future anymore. I only care about the present. Even if it really breaks, it must be on the field."

After saying that, Yan Song put on the protective gear and was about to go to the ground.

Seeing this, Jordan gave Iverson a wink, and then held Yan Song together with the others.

Although Yan Song's leg was injured, it was not something everyone could control casually. He struggled to get out, and Qiao Dan and the others broke out with all their strength and directly tied Yan Song to the bed.

Yan Song couldn't move, and if he did strenuous exercise, he would still hurt his knees.

"Take him to treatment."

Brown gave the order, and Yan Song could only watch helplessly as he was pushed away.

"No! No! No!"

"I don't want to end! Philly needs me!"

The roar became farther and farther away, Yan Song struggled weakly in the middle, and looked at the team doctors with ashen face.

……

Quietly, quietly.

Tears flowed down, Yan Song's eyes turned red.

Why?Why must it be me, it must be me.

Yan Song's blood surged, his head seemed to burst.

"Relax, relax, Mr. Yan, your head injury still has sequelae, you can't..."

Yan Song had no chance to hear what was said later, and Yan Song passed out.

Yan Song, who is invincible on the field, is extremely vulnerable at this moment.

He cried, he fainted, and he will still lose!

Why, at this time, just entered the finals.

I just opened my heart, and I don't care about everything, but why everything is preventing me, and I was injured again, this time it was the meniscus.

Moreover, the sequelae of the head injury have recurred, and I...are I useless?

Although Yan Song was in a coma, he became conscious miraculously.

He wants to control himself, break free and get back on the court, he can change everything, guys need me...

"Yan Song, don't use your assist hand when shooting."

Behind, Yan Song faintly heard Iverson's words, and he turned around.

In the basketball hall of Georgetown University, the man in half sleeves is still practicing shooting with Iverson.

The man couldn't control his left hand, so Iverson tied his hand with tape.

"Hey, brother."

There was another familiar voice, and Yan Song looked, and there was the talent show.

Coach John accompanied a man with the 21st pick in the first round, and Kobe standing beside him smiled brightly.

His big white teeth are deeply imprinted in the man's memory...

"Hi, I'm Alan Houston, we will be brothers from now on, tell me what you need."

The reliable appearance of Houston in front of him makes the man feel at ease forever.

But a strange thing happened, Yan Song couldn't see the man's face, the man's face was pitch black.

Could this be a dream?He died early?

Why are there such memories.

Yan Song began to slap the surroundings indiscriminately, and the man on the other side held the ball to kill the Raptors, Philadelphia, and the Bulls, and the scene of killing countless powerful players came out again.

Immediately afterwards, there was a picture of the black-faced man holding up the FMVP trophy, which made Yan Song even more aware that he might have died long ago.

All my experiences are dreams, a gift from God to this poor man.

Yan Song looked at the scene in front of him, they were all frozen, and the surroundings were pitch black.

At this moment, the light suddenly fell, and the man's face gradually became clear.

The golden light exploded, and Yan Song's face replaced all the darkness.

……

and then that?
……

Yan Song woke up...

he wants to move...

Difficulty in movement, as if being pressed... I want to open my eyes... My eyelids seem to be locked and I can't open them...

"The old injury has recurred, hurry, hurry to the operating room."

"elder brother!"

"Yan Song! Don't die! If you die, I will dig your grave!"

Jackie?Alan?
Yan Song could hear their voices clearly and clearly.

They are worrying about themselves.

"I'm such an asshole for making them worry about me again."

"However, only I know directly that I am still alive, what should I do? The game!
Yan Song still has time to worry about the game, but he doesn't know that the game is already over.

Iverson and the others won the game and are coming here.

……

"Oh, it's so boring. It's the same as when the old guy hurt me last time. This time it won't be like this for several months."

"No, my knee is still a problem, and I haven't decided whether to have a meniscus replacement."

……

"If it doesn't hurt after changing it, it would be cool to change it."

Yan Song found fun by himself.

outside world.

As the anesthetic slowly entered, Yan Song's remaining consciousness disappeared, and he fell into a deep sleep.

And the place that was stitched up last time was again...

(End of this chapter)