Dozo America

Playing in the NBA, especially Asian players, if you are not good enough, you will not get enough attention, and you will even be discriminated against early. This discrimination is also reflected in the training field, and the treatment Wei Chao received

That's it. He was injured, and the coach clearly knew who hurt him, but he just didn't deal with the perpetrator.

Michael

McKenzie is a strong black man. His ability is similar to that of Wei Chao, and he is in a competitive position. But if Wei Chao is injured, he will definitely be the first substitute, and he is accurate, and coach Mike.

D'Antoni will definitely take the overall situation into consideration and will not severely punish himself.

Yes, he made the right bet, although he got a verbal warning, but what is a verbal warning?

"Bang bang bang!" The monotonous sound of hitting the ball echoed on the training ground. The team members left one after another. Only Michael.

McKenzie was still on the training ground. He was not practicing extra, but was just absentmindedly patting the ball.

"Michael!" Someone was calling him, "Do you want to practice extra? I've never seen you do this before. Is it because of tomorrow's game?" A tall black player walked towards him. He was a teammate of the Lakers and a small forward.

Antuo﹒

Morris, who has a good relationship with Michael, is not the starting small forward.

"Go on!" McKenzie suddenly threw the ball towards him, Morris caught it, and the two randomly cooperated one by one. He threw the ball high, and McKenzie jumped up at the basket, and then hit the ball hard with one hand.

He pressed hard into the ball frame, and the ball frame made a trembling "clang" sound.

As if to vent his anger, when McKenzie landed, he exhaled and said to Morris, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Let me see you." Morris walked into McKinsey, then looked at him quietly. He said in a very soft voice, "Did you do it on purpose? Mike!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" McKenzie glared at him and turned around to get his bag. It was obvious that he was very sensitive to the topic Morris mentioned and was even very disgusted with it.

"I know this is difficult. But... even if I do this, who can say whether it is right or wrong?" Morris glanced at McKinsey who was packing his luggage, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I have done this before.

Pass."

"I don't know what you are talking about, Antuo, you want to tell me, did I step on Wei's foot on purpose? Is that what you said? Is this what you did to me? It was an accident. Antuo,

It was a damn accident!"

McKenzie suddenly became impulsive. He dropped his bag and yelled at McKenzie in an almost growling tone, staring at him with dead eyes.

"Don't get excited, Mike. If you are so excited, can you still maintain a good condition on the court? If you play with such emotions, do you think D'Antoni will be satisfied?" Morris also shouted at McKinsey.

Roaring, "You have to adjust your state, you have to face this matter squarely."

After listening to Morris' words, McKinsey actually fell silent. Yes, he is in such a state that it is difficult to play. It can be seen from the last game that he came on as a substitute and made no achievements. He only had one assist and three zero shots.

In the end, he only played six minutes and was substituted.

Six minutes is really not a good amount of time for a first substitute defender, and if his performance is poor, he may be traded away by the team in the future. Usually, such a substitute role will be completely marginalized if the number of transactions is too many.

"What do you want to say?"

After a long moment of silence, McKinsey looked at Morris in a sullen voice and choked out a sentence.

"Put aside your current thoughts!" Morris said politely, "Put aside your guilt and your sense of guilt, so that you can go into battle easily."

"That's enough, Anto. Do you think I don't want to? But I can't do it. It's like a nightmare. Damn it, if I could do it all over again, maybe...well, I would still step on it, you

Win, you moral judge!" McKinsey raised his hands, then turned around and picked up his bag to leave.

"You're a coward, Mike!" Morris shouted loudly from behind him, "You're a sissy, you're a sissy who doesn't dare to urinate even if you hold your pee in!"

"What did you say?"

McKenzie threw down the bag, rushed towards Morris, swung his fist at him, hit him in the chin, and then spat hard on the ground.

"You... don't ever call me a sissy, you damn... bastard!"

Morris got up, touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, and smiled. He said to McKinsey: "Yes, yes, that's it. This is you, McKinsey. This is what you earned, even if the means are not very bright."

, this is the NBA, this is competition, this is how we are all here."

"You-" McKenzie looked at him dumbfounded.

"Yes, even if the means are not very bright, but... Mike, I still want to tell you, since you have won this competition, then you are the winner. The winner does not need to feel guilty about the loser, and some should

Just mercy!”

McKenzie laughed, then patted Morris on the shoulder, and walked out of the training hall first, leaving only Michael.

McKinsey was in a daze there.

He suddenly felt that Morris's words made sense. Yes, he had won this competition, so why should he feel guilty? What he should have was just compassion. That's it. Thinking of this, McKinsey felt that he felt a lot quieter in his heart.

, it’s like finding a sheltered harbor.

He picked up the bag and walked towards the outside of the training ground without looking back. In the sunlight coming in from the door, his shadow looked slanted and stretched.

Santa Monica Hospital is the designated hospital for the Lakers.

After Wei Chao and Zhen Fan talked on the phone, they felt a little more comfortable. The grievances and unwillingness they had been holding back in their hearts finally had a small outlet. Although they were still unwilling, at least they felt a little relieved and would not be overwhelmed.

Driving myself crazy.

Recalling that I debuted in CUBA, entered the CBA all the way, and finally entered the NBA, only I knew the hardships involved. I didn’t expect that after working hard to get in, I would be cheated after just a few games. Is this fate?

In Los Angeles, except for his translator, he has almost no friends. His teammates have a distant relationship with him, and the coach does not value him very much. Although the team owner values ​​​​the Chinese market behind him, the coach is based on the entire football team.

The team needs to set off.

I really don’t want to go back like this. Such an injury, even if it heals, will leave sequelae. If there is a gun, Wei Chao even wants to take the gun and kill the bastard who did the dirty work first, and then shoot himself

.

He has been lying here for two days. Except for the assistant coach who came once, no one has ever visited him. He is the forgotten corner of the Lakers team. Even when he sees the nurse, he has a cold face.

At this time, the cell phone on the bedside rang. Wei Chao was a little surprised. Who was calling him? He hoped it was the coach. Even if he said a few words of comfort, he would feel great comfort.

"Zhen Fan?" Wei Chao was a little surprised by the name that appeared on his phone. He didn't expect Zhen Fan to come see him. After all, he and Zhen Fan were rivals on the basketball court before. However, he was really good at playing. If not

Regarding his height, he will definitely be much better than me when he comes to the NBA.

"Zhen Fan? It's you... I didn't expect it. Which hospital am I staying in? Yes, it's Santa Monica Hospital in Los Angeles. It seems to be the name of the church. Haha, yes... Okay, come here.

Thank you for coming!”

Wei Chao hung up the phone and was a little dazed. He didn't expect that his former enemy would come to see him. This surprised him and made him feel warm in his heart.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door, and then the door was pushed open. A smiling face appeared at the door, followed by a large bouquet of flowers. Yes, it was Zhen Fan.

"It seems like you don't look too good! Because you can't go on stage?"

As soon as Zhen Fan opened his mouth, Wei Chao lost his composure. He was speechless, and pointed to the chair in front of Zhen Fan, gesturing for him to sit down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. Can I take a look at your feet?" Zhen Fan said and walked over. He didn't sit down, but wiped his feet. It was obvious that the feet were tightly wrapped in plaster.

Can't see anything.

"A comminuted fracture has cost me the entire season. Even if I recover, I'm done with the NBA." Wei Chao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It seems I'm still not used to the competition here!"

"It seems that you are really, if you can't be cruel, it will be difficult to adapt to such an environment!" Zhen Fan nodded, then smiled at Wei Chao, "Don't worry, everything will be fine, can you let me

Will the doctor show me your X-rays?"

"Why do you want to see that?" Wei Chao looked at him in surprise.

"I'm not just your nightmare on the court, but I'm also a Chinese medicine doctor!" Zhen Fan smiled, "Although Western medicine is good, the things from our ancestors may be better, if used properly."

"Are you...are you a Chinese medicine doctor?" Wei Chao opened his mouth. He and Zhen Fan had played many games on the court and never knew his identity, so when he heard this, he was still shocked.

"Yes, I opened a traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Temecula, and...if you trust me, I will treat you, and in just one month or less, I will make you recover as before. Of course

, it depends on the severity of your injury, have you thought about it now? Do you want to give me your X-ray?"

"Of course I trust you, but... I'm afraid the team's coach doesn't trust you. I'm a member of the team now, which means I'm the team's property. If I want to change the treatment plan, I have to let the team

Agree!" Wei Chao smiled helplessly, as if he was laughing at himself.

"It doesn't matter, you can apply. I can afford to wait. Of course you don't have to choose me." Zhen Fan looked at him. If Wei Chao trusted him, then he would treat him. If he didn't, he would never again.

Came here because the most basic things are not there!

"Okay, I trust you!" After a moment of silence, Wei Chao nodded firmly. That's it anyway. This is not an adventure, but a glimmer of hope after despair. Even a drowning person can see it.

Like a floating straw.