National Treasure Striker [Football]

Until Manchester United's strikers rushed over.

When Van Persie came over, the team doctors of the two teams were already dealing with the wound, but the wound seemed very difficult.He glanced at it, only to see a picture that made him dizzy for a moment.

A large pool of blood almost stained Julian's ball pants red.

The most frightening thing is that there is still gurgling blood oozing from a certain part.

He almost stood there, watching the division of labor between several team doctors. Someone held down the bleeding spot on Julian's leg, and someone tied the wound with a bandage about two centimeters away. The treatment was familiar. Van Persie noticed that Tight parts leave a finger gap.

The amount of bleeding, the first aid method, and what kind of injury Julian suffered, needless to say by the team doctor, the people around should know it too.

This is an unknown sharp object that cut through the main artery of the leg.

Everyone around him was busy, but Julian himself didn't seem to feel anything special. He seemed to be a little out of it now. He didn't feel much pain, but he felt that there was a constant heat coming out of his legs. Pretty cool?

Even though he was still exercising at a high speed just now, he didn't feel much body heat.

Julian blinked a little sluggishly, raised his head, and took a half-hearted look at the eager expressions around him, all of whom were his acquaintances.

When he saw Fathead Fish, he greeted the person he knew most pitifully: "Captain, I'm a bit cold."

He himself didn't know his expression. When he said this, the people around him seemed to have encountered some kind of thunderbolt, and they were all frightened to death by his pale face and the sound of breathing but not breathing.

Van Persie took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, grabbed the jacket handed over by the team doctor, wrapped it up completely for Julian, with his head exposed, then hugged him, holding his hand, trying to transfer heat.

At the same time, his heart kept sinking, and the big red in front of his eyes made his eyes sore, but this time, even if his eyes were so sore that something was about to flow out of them, he still insisted not to close them .

At this moment, he suddenly felt unprecedented regret.

Julian: ...? ? ?

With this posture, why does it feel like the eldest brother is dying soon?

Marchisio was still comforting him, and those who didn't know thought he was the one who was injured: "It's okay, Yoni, you'll be fine after going to the hospital. Don't worry, don't worry about the game."

Julian: "..."

When my cousin said this, I felt that it was even more out of order.

The ambulance outside the venue had already been called, and Julian felt that someone was moving him, trying to put him on a stretcher.

He also wanted to be self-reliant and said that he didn't seem to be that serious, but in the end he felt some water dripping from the top of his head.

He took his hand that was still bloody from pressing the wound just now, and wiped it on his forehead. He thought it was raining, but he didn't realize that he had wiped half of his face with blood on his forehead.

It looked even scarier, at least it must have scared a bunch of people to tears.

"...It's not that exaggerated, is it? Hey, can someone tell the boss for me to ask someone to bring over a bag I left in the locker room?...I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital, I can still Keep going... Mmmmm!"

Van Persie pressed his mouth and said without a doubt: "You have to go."

Then don't ask the team doctor to come and carry it here, just put it on the stretcher.

"..."

Julian looked confused, but it really doesn't need to be so troublesome, he can give himself a few needles to stop the bleeding, which is much faster than sending him to the hospital!

He still wanted to fight for a wave, but when he turned around, he saw the person he was leaning on just now was crying.

...Damn it, why is Mesut crying again?

The problem that the eldest brother finds difficult is coming again!

It seems that Mesut is not the only one. Many Arsenal boys in their early 20s seem to be frightened. Many of them are about to cry.

"Wait!" Julian struggled, feeling that he would have to be driven to the hospital today. "Armband! Take it off for me!"

The team doctor was in a panic, the bleeding hadn't stopped, and if he didn't rush to the hospital for a while, his life would be in danger: "Leave those things alone, please cooperate with us!"

ancestors!Can you focus on yourself?Let alone your legs later, your life will be handed over to God!

"Okay," Julian looked at his leg that could make a patient with halosmia die instantly, and suddenly sighed, "How many aunt's towels will it take to suck it up?"

"..." Ozil hiccupped: "...you stop talking! Save your energy!"

Xiao Jiju, who was a patient but was murdered by a group of people, said that his elder brother was wronged.

I heard that girls bleed so much blood in a month?They are still alive after working so hard, how can a man be able to do anything?

However, his protest was not within the scope of other people's acceptance. Julian tried to talk to the referee, but he could only be carried away by the team doctor, and received a sympathetic salute from the referee team.

Julian is a little hopeless now.

It's over, big brother is going to make headlines again.

Or in this less honorable form.

Can you not slap your face, it's too damaging to the handsome image...

Then he saw the Arsenal manager with an expression on his face he had never seen before.

Julian wanted to comfort Wenger, but was carried away at once.

The old man chased the stretcher for a few steps, but finally stopped, just watching his beloved disciple being taken out of the field.

Julian also vaguely heard the whimpering of the dog.

He turned his head and saw a potato running towards him with something in his mouth.

Tudou followed his stretcher all the way, and his appearance of loyally protecting the Lord added a bit of sadness to this suffocating scene.

——Is this the dog owner?Dogs have spirits, so they come to see their owners for the last time? !

And the truth is only known to those involved.

"Good boy." Julian tried his best to reach out and rub the dog, and took the small bag in Potato's mouth.

There were his self-rescue tools in it, and he didn't know how the potato ran to the locker room to find him and took it out in such a short time.

He took the bag and wanted to open it, but the team doctor confiscated it.

The uncle team doctor took off another roll of bandages with a heavy face: "We can take the dog to the hospital together, don't move around, save your energy, don't worry, you will be fine."

Julian, whose face was covered with blood and didn't know it: "..."

Before the fans and the media were still anxious to find out what happened, they were really shocked when Julian was carried out.

Some Arsenal fans cried on the spot.

what happened?Why is their baby player covered in blood all over his head and face?

What's up with him?Who can tell them? !

God bless, there must be nothing wrong with him, right?

However, with Julian's bloody appearance, they couldn't even deceive themselves!

Not interested in watching the game, they kept refreshing Twitter, hoping to get even the latest news as soon as possible.

The Manchester United players looked guilty and broke down. Did they abolish the boss's son? !

This game can't go on!

They subconsciously looked in the direction of the VIP box, and found that it was already empty, and the figure that could give people a sense of oppression from far away was no longer there.

Most of the people didn't pay attention to how the next game will be played here. Their minds were not on it at all. Everyone put their hearts on Julian who was rushed to the hospital.

The media reporters guarding outside the stadium followed Julian's ambulance and walked more than half of it. The rest had to stay at their posts, such as asking Manchester United players how they felt about kicking the owner's son into the hospital after the game.

The ambulance was galloping on the road in Manchester, followed by a bunch of media cars "escorting", the scene was once very funny.

A reporter captured Julian's appearance when he was being carried into the ambulance. If it weren't for his hair and jersey number, he would almost not have recognized the talented goalkeeper who turned out to be Arsenal's day and night. .

With this amount of blood loss and this bruised and critical posture, the reporter's hands were shaking, and the first-hand news was sent out in the next second:

[Julian Felix bleeding heavily during the game, or dying]

【Julian Felix's dog sees off its owner】

[Julian Felix died of his injuries on the way to the hospital]

Not long after the news came out, fans halfway around the world were shocked.

What?Who can't do it?Can you say that again? !

They just missed an Arsenal game. Who will tell them what shocking event they missed? !

don't you?The pistachios of the people of the world can't be bothered!

...Damn it, the person who is so injured in this photo is really Julian?

Countless Arsenal fans who saw the news almost fainted, and those who were still able to move started driving to Manchester.

As they set off, they checked: which hospital in Manchester was Julian sent to?

The game at Old Trafford finally got to the end. Even the referee knew that these players had no intention of playing. Like Walcott from Arsenal even cried and finished the second half, so the referee didn't even have much stoppage time. Here, just blow it to the end.

After the game, some allowed players went straight to Julian's hospital, but were blocked by countless reporters at the entrance of the hospital and fans who got the news, and had no choice but to go through the back door.

Later, they met their boss in the hospital.

They had obviously arrived early, and they were standing with their backs to the crowd, their hands hidden in the pockets of their suits.Under the straight back, there is a low air pressure that cannot be hidden.

Their hearts skipped a beat at that moment.