There were two types of sprinters. One was short, no taller than 1.8 meters. Their leg muscles were stronger and their stride frequency was higher.
The other type of athlete was tall with long limbs. Their pace was relatively slower, but their stride span was much larger than that of the shorter athletes.
Chen Zhao clearly didn't belong to either category. Relatively speaking, he was taller, around 1.8 meters. His limbs were shorter than athletes', and he didn't have long legs either. Even if he trained to be as strong as an athlete, he still couldn't run track, especially sprinting.
Of course, he'd never thought about becoming an athlete.
Chen Zhao liked his current life. It was fulfilling and had enough leisure time.
He didn't have to be like an athlete. His nerves were tense and he had to tire himself out every day.
Plus, he was already past the age of being an athlete.
He was only interested in the prize money. That was all.
"What if it's an international competition? For example, the star invitational you mentioned. "
"The prize money for the star invitational isn't that high. The highest is only 200,000 dollars. Some don't even have prize money as high as domestic competitions. The star invitational is mainly for the IAAF's points and to increase one's reputation. That way, one can get sponsorship from domestic sponsors or increase the event's income."
"What about the Diamond League and the Golden League?"
"If it's the Diamond League … Even if I'm at my peak, I won't be able to participate. I don't have enough points and my domestic ranking isn't high enough. I can't get a spot or buy a wild card, but I can't afford it. Finally, the Golden League is the ultimate stage for every track and field athlete. It's even better than the Olympics."
"If you win the Golden League, how much money will you get?"
"Don't joke around. I will never be able to enter the Golden League in my lifetime, let alone win the championship. My current best time in the 100m sprint is 9.95 seconds. I don't even have the confidence to win the championship in the first and second level domestic competitions, let alone the Golden League. Unless you break all the legs of the contestants, with my result, even if I participate in the Golden League, I might not even be able to advance."
"I'm asking about the money."
"I'm not sure. The Golden League isn't just one competition. There are many competitions. Winning any competition will earn you at least a few hundred thousand dollars. That's just the prize money. Adding in sponsors and advertising, it can even reach two million dollars."
"If I cure your legs and help you recover to your peak, or even surpass it, and sponsor you to participate in various competitions, how about you give me some of the prize money?"
"What do you mean?"
"Literally. I want to invest in you," Chen Zhao said.
"You are a doctor. I believe you can cure my leg. But you said you want to invest in me. Are you sure you know what you are talking about? Even after I recover, I'll still need to rent a training center, hire a coach, work out, and eat nutritious meals. That'll cost me at least $20,000 a month, and this isn't something that can be achieved in a month or two. Not to mention the domestic league prize money. Your money might go down the drain. "
"Although it's an investment, I also believe that you can run well. I'm betting on your future. How about it? I'll bear your expenses for the next two years, and I want 40% of your income for the next two years."
"Well, even if what you said is true, 40% is too high. It's impossible. You're just my health consultant. I can give you 10% at most. Anything more is impossible."
“10%？ I'll pay you $20,000 a month, but can you guarantee that you can earn more than $200,000 a month? Let me see. In two years, I need to invest $480,000. In other words, you have to earn at least $4.8 million in two years. At least I won't lose money. Do you think I'm stupid? "
"40% is too high. Even if I found a club, they would only charge me 20% at most, or even lower. Moreover, it would only be my share of the bonus, not all of my income. Yet, you want 40% of all of my income."
"Fine. If you refuse, then forget what I said just now. Pretend I never said anything."
"25%. I'll give you 25% of all my income."
"30%. If it's less than that, then forget it."
"The premise is that you can make my results better. If you can make me qualified for the Golden League, then I'll accept this percentage."
"Of course, I have a way to make you better."
"You mean medicine?" Rutherford's expression changed.
"Of course … not. Don't worry. I'll just make you stronger."
"Deal. When do we sign the contract?"
"No contract."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll go back on my word?"
"I don't like to sign contracts with any terms, but I believe that we're both people who have the spirit of a contract … right?"
"How long will it take for me to stand on the track again?"
"I need to do a more thorough examination, then the treatment plan, and finally the recovery plan."
…
"Mr. Bord, please don't take it as a joke. In fact, I'm telling you this in a very serious manner. It's not a prank, a joke, or a story." David looked at Bord with a serious face.
"Wait, you mean that my daughter will be attacked by evil spirits?" Bord's smile slowly disappeared.
"Yes, and it's not just one evil spirit. Maybe ten, maybe even more," David said.
"Also, the hospital is definitely not our main battlefield," Sienna said. "Maybe there are many souls hiding in the hospital. They'll be affected by your daughter's soul and turn into evil spirits."
"Why?" Bord was still a bit doubtful. "Did Aisha do something wrong?"
"No, she didn't do anything wrong. It's just that she was born extraordinary. She's about to face the test of life and death. She's already passed the test of death, so now she's going to face the test of life. If she passes this test, she'll obtain extraordinary power, but if she doesn't, she'll never wake up."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Yes."
"I'm more willing to believe Chen, that Asian man. Mr. Officer, can you contact him? I want to ask him. "
Compared to Sienna, Bord was more willing to believe the person who'd helped him find his wife and daughter.
"Mr. Bord, I tried to call him just now, but his phone is off."
"I need to think about it."
Sienna looked at the clock on the wall. "There's not much time left. It's almost 22. After that, the evil spirit might appear and it'll last until one in the morning."
"Ms. Sienna, are you sure it'll appear tonight?"
"It'll definitely appear tonight, and it might be unprecedented danger," Sienna said seriously.
094
"Why?" David and Bord both looked at Sienna.
"Because it's the third night," Sienna said.
"What third night?"
"Every psychic will fall into a coma when they go through the test of life. If they are attacked on the first night, then the psychic will be a person chosen by the heavens. On the second night, they will be an extraordinary person, and on the third night, they will be a person of the holy spirit. Similarly, the longer they delay, the greater the test they will face."
"Ms. Sienna, which night were you attacked?"
"On the first night. Most people are like that. I was saved by an old gypsy witch, who became my teacher."
"Then, will Aisha obtain superpowers after tonight?"
"…"
Bord was a little excited amidst his fear.
"That … no …"
"Then what do you mean by she's a holy spirit?"
"Just like Jesus."
"You're saying my daughter is Jesus?"
"Of course not. It's the same thing."
"But Jesus is a man," David asked, confused.
"He's different."
"What's different?"
"How would I know?" Sienna rolled her eyes.
Bord was hesitant, but Sienna was panicking.
"You better decide quickly. It'll be ten in a few minutes. It'll be really dangerous then."
"But you said that you're taking my daughter out of the hospital. Where are you going?"
"The church."
"No, absolutely not!" Bord immediately yelled. "Absolutely not!"
"Why?"
"Do you know what my daughter and my wife went through before this? Do you? They were raped. Then that damn demon put them in a box and buried them under the oak tree next to the church. Now you want to take my daughter to the church? It's worse than thinking about it. "
"It's fine if we don't go to the church. Leave the city and go to a place with fewer people."
"Why?" David asked, confused.
"The fewer people there are, the fewer people will die, and the lower the chances of Evil Spirits appearing. Although that woman is likely to attract Evil Spirits in a large area, even if an Evil Spirit senses her, it will take some time to catch up to her."
"That's safe?"
"No, it's just relatively safe." Sienna shook her head. "We can avoid most evil spirits this way."
"What about the small portion you mentioned?" David asked, swallowing.
Suddenly, the lights in the corridor dimmed.
"It's here!" Sienna's expression changed.
Sienna suddenly took out a sharp awl from her pocket and stabbed it into the wall.
A twisted ghost face appeared on the wall. It seemed to be wailing, but there was no sound.
David and Bord saw it and their faces paled. Sienna, on the other hand, acted as if she'd done something careless.
"Do you see it? It's just a small part. "
"There'll be more of these things attacking my daughter later?"
"Yes, and they're scarier than this."
"Hurry and take my daughter away from here."
Bord wouldn't give up until he saw the coffin. He'd been hesitating a moment ago, but he'd compromised in the blink of an eye.
"Wait … Where's my wife? She and Aisha were kidnapped together, and they both experienced the same thing. Could she have also … "
"No, your wife won't," Sienna said. "Don't drag unrelated people into this. Not only your wife, but you shouldn't come either. It's enough as long as your daughter and I are together."
"Impossible. Even if I trust you, I can't let you take my daughter away. That's impossible."
"I'm a police officer … It's my duty to protect the citizens," David said before Sienna asked him to leave.
Sienna had no idea what was going through David's mind.
God, this was something she'd dreamed of.
She was already in a supernatural story. How could she give up?
"Do you have holy water or garlic?" Or garlic? "David asked enthusiastically. He didn't feel any sense of crisis.
He was completely immersed in the thrill of a thrilling game experience.
"Please, Mr. Police," Bord added. "My daughter's safety is at stake. Maybe the cross will be useful?"
"That's enough. I'm a witch, not a Catholic priest. If you think a Catholic priest is useful, you can ask one to exorcise the girl."
"Okay, okay. We'll listen to you, but you can't chase us away."
"Take the girl out of the hospital first."
The three moved quickly. Bord placed his daughter in the wheelchair.
He wanted to pack his daughter's clothes, but Sienna stopped him. There was no need to go through so much trouble.
As long as she made it through these three hours, her daughter would be safe.
Bord didn't say anything to his wife and helped Aisha get out of the hospital.
"Get in my car. No one will chase me even if I exceed the speed limit," David said as he tossed the car key to Sienna.
"Why are you giving me the key? I don't know how to drive. "
Bord and David were both shocked. There was actually someone who didn't know how to drive in real life.
It was just like how they met an illiterate young man in China.
There might be illiterate people in the older generation in China, but it was almost impossible for the younger generation to be illiterate.
America was a country where one could use a driver's license as an ID. One could imagine the popularity of cars in this country.
In the end, David got into the driver's seat and drove out of the hospital.
Clang —
"Drive slower. Do you want us to get into a car accident?"
"Why is the car shaking so much? Is an evil spirit attached to the car?"
"Bastard, you didn't slow down at the speed bump," Bord roared. "If you can't drive properly, I'll do it. I don't want my daughter and I to die in a sad car accident instead of being killed by an evil spirit."
"Miss Sienna said to drive faster."
"But you can't …"
"I don't think it's fast enough …" Sienna looked behind them. "Something's chasing us."
"Behind? There's nothing behind us? "
"Do you see the car with red headlights?"
"Damn it. He changed the headlights to red. I should get out and give him a ticket. Also, his exhaust is clearly over the limit. There's so much black smoke." David's occupational disease was acting up again.
"That's not a modified car. An evil spirit is attached to it. Didn't you notice that there's no driver?"
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