"Lie down," Chen Zhao said to the player before him.
When the player lay down, he seemed to be struggling.
Chen Zhao reached out and touched the player's chest. "Your third rib is broken."
When the player heard this, he was furious. "F * ck, Ruby, you ruined my season."
"You asked for it," the player called Ruby retorted.
"I'm going to f * ck you to death, you * sshole." The player who'd been lying down jumped up again. Ignoring his injury, he wanted to fight Ruby.
Chen Zhao stopped the player while Simpson stopped Ruby.
"Behave, you two * ssholes." Simpson's head was about to split open.
These two * ssholes had bad tempers and even worse behavior.
Because on the court, Duba didn't pass the ball to Ruby.
In the end, the two started fighting in the locker room.
"If you keep moving and your broken ribs pierce into your lungs," Chen Zhao warned. "It won't just be your season that'll be ruined. It might even be your career."
"Okay, sir. How long will it take for me to recover?" Duba asked.
"Rest well. You'll be able to start rehabilitation in a week at most."
"A week? Mr. Chen, his ribs are broken. Are you sure a week is enough? "
"That's why I'm the best in L.A.," Chen Zhao said. Glancing at Simpson, he said, "If I don't have the ability, why would you pay me $300,000?"
Ruby and Duba were also dumbfounded when they heard that Chen Zhao was paid $300,000 for this trip.
Even though they were NBA players and had salaries that normal people couldn't hope to reach.
But it was impossible for them to get $300,000 for a trip.
"You seem to have old injuries." Chen Zhao lifted Duba's right arm and pinched the muscles in his lower arm. "Do you feel any muscle soreness here when you play?"
"That's normal, right?" Duba asked.
"Of course it's not normal. It's a sign of muscle fatigue, which can lead to muscle strain," Chen Zhao said. "Also, if your muscle fatigue can't be relieved, your exercise volume will decrease greatly."
Simpson glanced at Duba and said, "Mr. Chen, Duba has been substituted in less than 30 minutes in recent matches. Is that the reason?"
Chen Zhao nodded. "But it's a small problem. I'll give you acupuncture to clear your channels."
"Sir, I also need treatment. Come and treat me quickly," Ruby shouted.
Chen Zhao was setting Duba's bones and didn't have time to talk to Ruby.
"I'm calling you, can you hear me?"
"I'm healing your teammate," Chen Zhao said, tilting his head. "Can't you see?"
"His net worth isn't even half of mine. Even if someone were to be treated, I would be the one to treat him first."
"Your injuries aren't as bad as his," Chen Zhao said indifferently.
"I don't care. Treat me now." Ruby pulled his shoulder.
Shrugging his shoulders, Chen Zhao said to Simpson, "Mr. Simpson, you better control your players."
Chen Zhao had always heard that NBA players were all problematic.
Fighting, fighting, jealousy, eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, everything.
They were also wasteful. Many players had a base salary of ten or twenty million, but when they retired, they would be bankrupt.
"Ruby, you better behave yourself." Simpson went up to Ruby.
But Ruby was 1.97 meters tall. Simpson couldn't pull him.
Ruby shook off Simpson and tried to grab Chen Zhao again.
But Chen Zhao dodged Ruby's hand. At the same time, he grabbed Ruby's neck, pulled him up, and pressed him to the ground.
Bang!
Ruby felt like his body was falling apart.
Chen Zhao slapped Ruby's face. "Big guy, maybe you don't understand me, so let's talk in another way. Do you want to stop the season too?" Ruby's face stiffened. "What?
Seeing Ruby fall to the ground, Simpson hurried over to stop Chen Zhao.
"Mr. Chen, I asked you to treat my players, not to hurt them."
"He asked for it," Chen Zhao said indifferently.
Then, Chen Zhao turned around and continued treating Duba.
Seeing that Chen Zhao had taught Ruby a lesson, Duba's eyes brightened. He gloated and said, "Mr. Chen, good job."
Since he wasn't the one getting beaten up, he was obviously happy to see it.
"You better behave too." Chen Zhao finished the initial treatment for Duba. "You can go down now. You, come here and lie down."
"Mr. Chen, didn't you say you were going to treat my muscles?"
"Acupuncture can't be done that fast. Let him treat you first," Chen Zhao said indifferently. "Big guy, you don't want to come over?"
Ruby walked to Chen Zhao with a dark expression. "You're the one who caused my injury."
"So?"
Ruby glared at Chen Zhao, gritting his teeth. But in the end, he still lay down before Chen Zhao.
"Turn over. I'll look at your back."
Chen Zhao had pressed Ruby to the ground with a lot of force.
Ruby's left shoulder blade showed signs of fracture.
However, when Chen Zhao smeared the potion on Ruby's shoulder blade, Ruby moaned in pleasure.
"So comfortable …"
"Okay, you can turn around."
"Give me some more ointment."
"I told you to turn around!" Chen Zhao said with a dark expression.
"Give me some more ointment, just a little."
Seeing that Ruby was acting shamelessly again, Chen Zhao reached out and pinched Ruby's shoulder.
"Ah … I'll turn, I'll turn …" Ruby screamed in pain.
Chen Zhao had never seen such a troublesome patient before.
"You're not gentle at all. You must be single," Ruby cursed.
Chen Zhao couldn't be bothered with Ruby, but he was a lot more ruthless when treating him.
Ruby kept screaming and didn't stop. All kinds of trash talk came out of his mouth. Chen Zhao didn't know if he was talking to Chen Zhao.
It was said that black people were good at running their mouths. Ruby really did it. He didn't repeat anything from beginning to end.
"Okay, don't do any strenuous exercise for three days," Chen Zhao said. "Come here. I'll give you muscle decompression treatment."
Half an hour later, Chen Zhao stood up. "Take these two bottles of ointment. Apply it on your wounds once a day. You can apply it on your arms too. It's not bad."
"Mr. Chen, give me your account number."
Chen Zhao gave it to Simpson. "Hurry up and transfer the money to my account."
"Of course." Simpson nodded.
As Ruby applied the ointment, he moaned in comfort. "So comfortable. Mr. Chen, can you sell me another bottle of this?"
"Two hundred thousand per bottle. Do you want it?"
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