.Blue sky and green grass, a short boy holding a football, looked pitifully at a group of children playing football on the grass.

"Pacquette, can you please let me play with you?" the short boy begged.

The child who was driving the ball stepped on the ball and slammed it a few times, "Okay, come on, if you can snatch the ball from our feet, you will kick it with us."

The short boy really went over to grab the ball. The boy who was hitting the ball laughed and passed it to another boy next to him. The short boy clumsyly grabbed the ball in a circle surrounded by several people. More than ten minutes passed, and he finally stretched out his foot and poked the ball out. He also fell heavily on the grass. When he stood up, his face was still covered with grass clippings and mud. "I grabbed Paquette. Can I play with you?" The short boy said happily.

"I'm tired, I'm going home. Where are you?" The boy named Paquette picked up the ball, smiled proudly, and left without looking back.

"Let's go, we'll go home too." The other children also whistled home.

A harsh laughter came from afar. "It took ten minutes to grab the ball and want to play football with us. It's so stupid. Whoever wants to play football with him is an idiot. Dupree wants to play football, haha, our pigs will climb trees. Hey, your family has no pigs. It doesn't matter, my grandma plays better than him anyway."

"Duprey, you fool, you will never play professional football. And I am already in the Ghent Youth Team."

"Duprey is a fool! Duprey is a fool! Duprey is a fool! Hahaha."

Dupree opened his eyes and was surrounded by clean white. A nurse in a white coat was talking to a young man with yellow skin next to him.

"I didn't expect to see you again." It was Lance Naeson who spoke.

"Chinese people call this fate." Master Yang teased.

"What is fate?" Lance handed the x-ray in his hand to Mr. Yang.

"...uh, this is hard to explain. In other words, it may be called 'It's not that enemies don't get together'. There is a joke about this... Well, let me tell you next time." Master Yang saw that Dupree had woken up.

Dupree pressed his sun with his hand, and a harsh laughter echoed in his mind. He looked at the movie in Master Yang's hand and asked, "I seemed to be asleep just now? How about my feet?"

"The bones are fine, the ligament is slightly torn, and it is estimated that it will take two weeks to recover. It is best to check it before playing." Lance answered Dupree.

"What? Two weeks?!" Dupree stood up from the bed where the physical examination was tested, but his injured foot immediately shrank back as soon as he hit the ground.

"As long as you don't move, you won't feel too much pain, but if you exert force, it will hurt." Lance and Master Yang went over to support Dupree.

"Can you play closure?" Dupree asked. "I want to play on Sunday."

"I don't recommend that you fight closure, as it may worsen the injury." Lance shrugged helplessly. "This kind of injury is already lucky. Unless there is a miracle, or something peerless secret medicine. Do you have such things in the East?" Lance said and looked at Master Yang, probably because she was very curious about Chinese culture.

"Perfect secret medicine?" Master Yang shook his head and suddenly his eyes lit up. "Lance, you reminded me. There is a way, but..." Master Yang thought about Coach Du Rui's angry face, and hesitated a little.

"What's the solution?" Dupree looked expectant and anxious.

Master Yang said: "Traditional Chinese medicine."

"Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Lance and Dupree spoke in unison.

"Yes, I was injured like you. My father took me to the Chinese medicine doctor for a few acupuncture and I could move it in a few days." Master Yang said. "However, I don't know if there is such a powerful Chinese medicine doctor in Belgium."

"I heard that there are several martial arts museums in Chinatown, but I haven't heard that there are Chinese medicine doctors." Lance is a native.

"I really want to participate in this game. Yang, please help me find it." Dupree looked at his feet wrapped like a rice dumpling.

"This is OK, Dupree, but I want to remind you in advance that no matter what treatment is used, there are risks, and you can't tell Mr. Dupree about this. I don't want to be fired by him for treating the player privately." Mr. Yang said to Dupree.

"Oh, of course, I must keep the secret." Dupree clenched his fists.

"And you Miss Lance. You must keep this secret too." Master Yang turned his head and looked at Lance with concern. It was not a good idea to steal this sister from the chairman's daughter.

"Okay, I swear to say no to anyone. But from the point of view of a nurse, you'd better be sure to treat him." Lance smiled. "In addition, can I go to the Chinese medicine doctor with you?"

"Okay, then we'll go tonight and we'll make another appointment." Master Yang helped Dupree and said goodbye to Lance.

On the way, Master Yang used the phone to report the bad news about Dupree to Coach Du Rui. Coach Du Rui heard the news as Master Yang thought - he was furious and shouted at Master Yang for a long time, as if the injury was caused by Master Yang. Fortunately, Master Yang was ready to keep the phone away until Du Rui hung up.

Dupree looked at Master Yang and said sympathetically: "This is the boss. It will be fine if you get familiar with him after a while." Master Yang shrugged and sighed.

When he arrived at Dupree's apartment, Master Yang helped him into the house. Master Yang found that it was not much different from Balier's house - it was so messy. The walls were covered with posters of stars, and there were all kinds of messes on the ground. Master Yang helped Dupree to the bed, and pulled out a place on the sofa to sit down.

"Are you sure you can find a Chinese medicine doctor?" Dupree was still worried.

"Unsure, you really don't have to take this risk. Once you barely play, your injury will be aggravated, and it will not be worth the loss." Master Yang felt that it was necessary to put ugly words in front.

"I just had a dream, and when I was checking, I dreamed that there was a stupid kid who liked to play football, but no one was willing to play with him. They thought he was stupid and stupid, had no skills and physical skills, and even being a goalkeeper was in trouble. They laughed at him, played him, and kept him away from football. They said he would never play professional football in his life. Yes, they were right. That stupid kid had tried in the youth teams of many clubs, but no one was willing to ask him. He was useless except running around with the ball. Later, he finally got the ball, from level D to level C, and then to level B. The stupid kid was waiting for this game."

Mr. Yang looked at Dupree as if he saw the child who was carrying his schoolbag and looking for the club to take in. Although he didn't know what the story Dupree told had to do with his opponent, Ou Ben, in the next game, he just needed to know that this game was very, very important to Dupree, which was enough.

"Okay, don't worry, I will try my best to find Chinese medicine and try to make you participate in Sunday's game. I promise." Mr. Yang patted Dupree's hand and stood up to say goodbye. When he walked to the door, he turned to Dupree and said, "I think that stupid kid will definitely play professional football, Belgian League One, and maybe there will be European League."

Master Yang walked out of Dupree's apartment and saw that it was already half past five. It seemed that he didn't have to go back to the training ground. The time for working was almost up - Master Yang had to ensure that he would not starve to death before fulfilling his ideal.

"Boss Wu asked you something, do you know where there is Chinese medicine in Chinatown?" Mr. Yang, a waiter in Chinese Tang suit, asked Lao Wu when he was fine.

"What are you asking about this? Are you sick?" Old Wu touched Master Yang's head. "Don't you burn?"

"Don't touch it, it's not me. A friend had a foot injury and wanted to see a Chinese medicine doctor. It's best to have acupuncture. Do you know?"

"No, those who prescribe traditional Chinese medicine here starve to death, foreigners don't believe this." Old Wu touched his chin. "However, there may be martial arts halls in Chinatown. They are inevitably injured when they are fists and feet. You can go and take a look."

"Can you ask for leave?" Mr. Yang said to Lao Wu with a smile.

"No." Lao Wu did not think.

"Please, Mr. Wu, you can do it. Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level Buddha. You are good at rewarding and good intentions. Good business is as good as the East China Sea as the South Mountain..." Master Yang's skill in flattering is no worse than his ability to play football.

"No." Old Wu still disagreed. Master Yang's true energy was relieved and he was dejected and prepared to go back to work. Old Wu suddenly turned something from under the counter and said to Master Yang: "This is for you."

"What is this?" Master Yang took a business card of Huang Jiaojiao, with a few big words on it - "Jingwuhuaren Gymnastics Meeting", and a few small words on it: Address, phone number... Master Yang took a grateful look. "Thank you, Lao Wu."

"Get out of work, don't neglect the guests. Damn, I called Boss Wu at the beginning, but when I finished, I became older. My friend is so enthusiastic about his affairs. Do you think you are Guan Yunchang?"

The kitchen was filled with a busy scene. The second chef Martin continued to brag about his magical performance last Sunday to others while cooking. Although no one paid attention to him, he was still very excited. Master Yang took advantage of the time of passing on the dishes and came to the kitchen, took a small pumpkin and threw it into the air, "Martin, go ahead."

Martin hugged the pumpkin and said to everyone: "Look, I'm not lying. That's so stable. Master Yang, I can still pick it up if you throw it away. No, don't throw it away..."

This time, Mr. Yang picked up a large durian in his hand. Everyone burst into laughter. Mr. Yang pinched Martin's fat meat: "If you lose another 40 pounds, I can let you play professional football, but unfortunately you can only endorse Michelin tires now."

Martin pinched his stomach and asked, "Are you saying true? Get another 40 pounds?"

Mr. Yang: "Really."

"Then I'll think of a way. I'll eat a steak tonight." Martin murmured to himself. Master Yang almost fell down with a gurgle.

After get off work at 10 o'clock, Master Yang told Ding Yi to go to Chinatown to find a martial arts school for treating foot injuries. Unexpectedly, this girl was also very interested. There was no way, and this follower could not get rid of it. Master Yang also called Lance on the way to make an appointment for the meeting place. The three of them were scheduled to meet at the entrance of Chinatown.

At the intersection of Chinatown in Belgium, there is a big archway with four big words on it, "Family one sea four" - of course you have to read it upside down. There are two big stone lions on both sides of the archway. It is past 10 o'clock when it is this lively time. Those who eat midnight snacks, fortune-telling, and small business are the same as the night market in their hometown. Lance looked left and right and picked up the things and didn't want to put them down. If Master Yang hadn't been dragged by him, he would probably not have been to the martial arts hall in the second half of the night.

According to the address, the three people came to the door of a three-story Chinese-style building. A large sign "Jingwu Gymnastics Association" stood on the side of the door. Pushing open the glass door and turning into the screen wall, what caught my eye was a spacious practice room, and a young man was cleaning.

"Sorry, we have closed today. I want to sign up tomorrow." The young man stopped the broom and said to Master Yang and his group.

"We want to find out if there is any master who understands Chinese medicine acupuncture, or whether there are special effects of selling sprays. A friend of mine injured his foot." Master Yang said to the young man.

"Buy medicine to see a doctor?" The young man said to Master Yang, "Master, these people want to see a doctor and buy medicine."

Master Yang and the others turned around and saw an old man in white clothes and a snow-haired and young face standing silently behind them at some point. Everyone secretly praised the good kung fu in their hearts. Ding Yi saw the old man's kind-hearted and beautiful face, and told the old man again.
Chapter completed!