The Way of the Center

　　 "Hey, boss." Seeing Ricard walk into the ward, Morris smiled and greeted him.

　　 "How do you feel?" Ricard tried to control his emotions.

　　 "It doesn't hurt that much, I think it should not be serious? What did the doctor say?" Morris was still wearing the Tornado's golden away jersey.

　　 "They just took a picture of you, and the detailed results will be released tomorrow." Ricard comforted Morris while comforting himself. Didn't the doctor just say that it was just a preliminary judgment? Didn’t the doctor say that there is no 100% diagnosis?

　　 "How was the game? How was the kid Gist playing when I was away?"

　　 "We beat the opponent! Gist has been completely blinded by you. Even if you are not on the court, he can't shake off the shadow of being blown by you. Today, that guy played so badly."

　　 "Haha! Go to the next Carl Landry!" The joy of victory has completely overshadowed his worries about injury at this moment.

　　 Ricard looked at Morris who was so optimistic now, and his heart felt even more painful as if he had been hit.

　　 "Hey! See who is here?" After a while, the other members of the Tornado team also rushed to the hospital.

　　 "Your eldest brother, I can feel comfortable here, I can lie here to eat and drink, and I can admire the beautiful nurse lady by the way." Morris saw his teammates and smiled happily.

　　 "You guy, we all robbed us of the limelight today." An Jie took out his mobile phone and leaned in front of Morris' eyes. The news of today's NCAA game was on the screen.

　　 "Even if you didn't finish the game today, you were still rated as the best in the game."

　　 "Yes, this is my big bull."

The members of the 　　 Tornado team did not mention anything related to injuries, because the doctor at the door just told them the current diagnosis with the same answer.

　　 "Hey, you'll be back soon, it would be difficult for me to fight without you helping me carry those inside monsters, partner."

　　 "Don't worry An Jie, I'm just taking a few days off." After speaking, Morris reached out and touched An Jie's fist.

"Well, you should go back to the hotel first. I will guard Morris here until his family arrives. If nothing else, we will leave for Ames tomorrow." Ricard urged the young people to go back quickly. rest.

　　 "Then we're leaving, waiting for you to come back, you are a big bull."

　　 Come back, can Morris really catch up with the rest of the season?

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　　 Early the next morning, the Cyclone players returned to Ames City first, while Ricard stayed here to follow up Morris’ injury.

　　 Ricard and Morris’ parents both sat anxiously outside the doctor’s office and waited. The doctors have been discussing in the office for a long time since they got the light film, and there is still no result until now.

　　 An hour later, the doctor took out several detailed medical reports and gave them to the three people waiting outside.

　　 Everyone frowned when they got the report, not because of how serious Morris’ injury was, but because they didn’t understand these technical terms.

　　 "Explain, this report is too professional." After reading a few lines, Ricard couldn't stand it anymore.

"In simple terms, the Achilles tendon is a strong, tight tendon that connects the foot to the calf. It is formed by the fusion of the calf triceps tendon about 15 cm above the heel. Humans can jump, run, and rely on. It's it." The best doctor in this hospital said endlessly with X-rays.

　　 "But according to the film, we can see that this powerful Achilles tendon has spontaneously torn..."

　　 "Can it be cured?" Ricard could not wait for so many complicated and professional explanations.

The doctor looked at Ricard and Morris’ parents with a heart that said, “Basketball players have a high demand for Achilles tendon health, because this directly affects their basic running and jumping. However, it is still possible to cure. Of course, I only said that it was possible." It is one of the many norms in the medical profession that you can't put it down.

　　 "Go on." Ricard waved his hand.

"I think even if cured, it will seriously affect his athletic ability. Healing does not mean Morris can return to the state before the injury. It can be said that he will face the situation of ending his basketball career early." The doctor said. Later, the voice became smaller and smaller. Even though he had seen countless lives and deaths, how easy was it to sentence him to death for a basketball player?

　　 Ending basketball career early? Are you kidding me? This kid is only 19 years old. Even if he can't play NBA, it doesn't mean he can't play professional basketball in other places. Everything about him has just begun!

　　 "Oh my God, why are you doing this to my child." As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Morris' mother covered her face and burst into tears. This kid has wanted to take basketball as a career and make a living from basketball since he was a child. Playing professional basketball is his dream. He and her husband are also very supportive. They spend a lot of money and energy on basketball. Now Morris is about to get a reward, but was sentenced to death so ruthlessly, which parent would accept it for a while?

　　 Morris’ father kept comforting his wife, but who could come to comfort him?

　　 Ricard can't tell what it feels like, his proud disciple may not be able to return to the court. Now I can only go one step at a time, so let’s start the treatment first.

"Morris, don’t worry, I will apply to the school for medical expenses, and the school will definitely support and cooperate. Don’t be too pessimistic. Whether you can play depends on your recovery. Morris is so strong, you must be able to. He recovered better than ordinary people." Besides these, what else can Ricard do?

　　 But what Ricard said didn't help much. Morris' mother still cried, and Morris' father could only give Ricard a slight nod to show his gratitude.

　　 Ricard turned and looked at the ward with the closed door. He must have heard what he said just now. When Ricard stepped into the ward again, Morris had lost the spirit of yesterday.

　　 Morris lay on the hospital bed expressionlessly~www.NovelMTL.com~ didn't say hello to Ricard, didn't even glance at Ricard, he just stared at the ceiling. Ricard hesitated to speak and then stopped. It is no use saying anything now. He was not the injured person. He would never experience the painful feeling.

　　 "I want to play ball, boss." For a long time, Morris said this lifelessly.

　　 The last time Morris said this, it was because he was late for a nap and Ricard insisted on driving him away. Now, Ricard and Morris would rather accept ten times the penalty in exchange for a basketball career. But this time, no matter how hard Morris and Ricard tried, the result was uncertain.

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on site!

　　 "Let me hear your cheers! Welcome to the starting power forward of the Tornadoes, Andrew~~~~~ Morris!"

　　 "Oh! Did you see that!? Another tacit cooperation between Mike Taylor and Morris, another air relay!"

　　 "Angel missed the hook, ah! Morris made it up!"

　　 Cheers, praises, flashes, media, news, fame...

　　 teammate!

　　 "Hey! Big bull! Help me look behind me later!"

　　 "The button is beautiful! I really have you!"

　　 "This is my **** guy! ****!"

　　 Dunk, high-five, hug, encourage, trust, win...

　　 All these scenes and sounds can only appear in Andrew Morris’ dreams now. He can pay any price. He really hopes that he can continue the dream scene in reality~www.NovelMTL.com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at~www.NovelMTL .com~For mobile phone users, please go to read.