"Okay. Frank, don't get in the way of our work!" Fleming pushed Ribery away.

"I just showed my concern for our Superman Captain." Ribery shrugged and stood up, spread his arms and shouted to other teammates: "Okay, he has nothing to do. Our Captain is a complete monster!"

"Woo--"

The little monkey Bell smiled.

It was even simpler for MacLeilee. MaLeilee, who had been lying flat on the ground for a while, recovered from the dizziness after the impact. He didn't speak or move weakly, slowly sat up and stood up. He won warm applause and cheers from Chelsea fans in the stands.

"Marklelai! Our tough guys!!"

"Claude. You are the best!"

Seeing the cheers that Marklelai received after he stood up, George Wood also suddenly stood up from the ground, shocking Fleming, who was checking him.

"Hey, George! What are you doing!"

"I'm fine."

"If you have something to do, you don't have to do it, I have to do it."

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Doesn't your head really hurt?" Fleming asked.

"It doesn't hurt."

“Do you feel dizzy?”

"No. "

Fleming stretched out a finger: "How many?"

"one. "

“What is one plus one equal to?”

"two. "

"What is two times two equal?"

"Four. "

"Where are you now?"

“In the finals of the Champions League.”

"Okay, Ribery is right, your head is really hard. But you still have to go down for me, stop the bleeding, change the jersey. And... suture the wound."

Eight volunteers who were originally responsible for carrying stretchers had to drag the stretchers down in disappointment.

After a detailed examination by the team doctor, Marklele continued to stay on the court, while George Wood walked out with Fleming's company and received further treatment.

Behind him, the referee had not forgotten to show him a yellow card to him who was fouled. His move "wind" tens of thousands of Nottingham Forest fans booed him. Then, he booed him "wind" the other half - he showed a yellow card to Maluda who pushed Ribery in the conflict.

Each played 50 boards. The conflict was over. Chelsea took a free kick at the foul spot, while George Wood went to the sidelines for treatment at the team doctor.

"I won't give you anesthetics anymore, this will affect your performance later. The suture wound hurts a little, so bear with it." After treating the blood on the wound, Fleming was about to suture the wound. "Also, don't blink, it won't be easy for me to sew."

Wood stood obediently in front of Fleming, his eyes wide open. He seemed to be glaring at the Heavenly Lord. He allowed Fleming's hands to fly above his eyes, and needles and threads were in and out of the corners of his eyes. His rough and angular face had no expression on his face. He neither frowned slightly because of the pain nor flickered because of fear. The rain gathered on his brows, forming water droplets, which seemed to be dripping into his eyes like that. He still stared at the court without blinking. He looked at both sides of the game without blinking.

The scene was transmitted to the large screen and TV screens on the scene through the TV cameras, and the fans of Nottingham Forest were excited. Although Chelsea was now playing against their team, they were cheering loudly:

"Woodwood! You are the forest!"

"Captain, good--!"

"With such a captain, no one is afraid of us!"

As a team doctor, Fleming was unfamiliar with him on-site first aid. He didn't know how many simple suture surgery he had done with his own hands, but when he stood in front of George Wood, he suddenly felt his hands trembling. He had no idea why, he felt that his right hand holding the needle was not as stable as before.

After holding his breath and concentrating on the suture operation, he wiped off the remaining blood on his face with a towel. Only then did Fleming breathe a sigh of strength.

"I almost suffocated me to death. George, I can't even feel your breath. Am I just sewing a wound to a dead person?" he complained.

"Can I play?" Wood ignored his complaint and asked back.

"No. You have to change your clothes." Someone has already sent a clean set of jerseys next to him.

Wood did not say anything nonsense, and quickly took off the blood-stained jersey - the originally red jersey showed a dark, dark red color in the bloody place.

"Take off your pants, too." Fleming pointed at his shorts, which were dripping blood on them because Wood was sitting.

Wood bent down and took off his pants, and in an instant, he was barely covered in white briefs.

His strong muscles were wet with rain, and his shiny silver color appeared under the lighting of the court, and his toned body looked like a statue of David from the Renaissance. Even the simple movement of bent down and wearing pants became particularly sexy.

This scene. I don’t know how many female fans will scream excitedly in front of the TV.

"George Wood changed his clothes on the sidelines, which will definitely become an eye-catching gossip news on the second day of the game. "It's nothing serious to see that both players are. The commentator is in the mood to joke. "This serious player was so cool just now!"

George Wood, who had changed his new jersey, raised his hand on the sidelines. As soon as the referee waved his hand, he rushed back to the court.

Fleming returned to the coach's seat with a medical bag.

"It's not simple for such a young child to have such calm psychological qualities." He looked back at Wood and sighed. "His calmness actually made me feel a little nervous... It's so embarrassing."

"There is nothing to be ashamed of, Gary. Only in this way can people be qualified to lead my Nottingham Forest on the court." Tang En continued with a smile.

"He is a lion who never admits defeat and never fears, and is the king of the forest."

In the rain, George Wood ran into the court with his head held high, Ribery stretched out his hand on his route, Wood ran over with him and returned to his own position.
Chapter completed!