I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Li Ang slowly regained consciousness amidst the smell of disinfectant.

The lights were a bit dazzling, and my eyelids felt heavy.

It took a lot of effort to open my eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is the familiar yet monotonous white sound-absorbing ceiling of the infirmary.

Li Ang had come here to cultivate with Liu Yue many times before, and he was confident that he wouldn't mistake her for someone else.

When I focused my gaze, I realized that the area around the bed was packed with people.

Coach Duke stood at the foot of the bed, his muscular arm folded around his shoulder, his expression complex.

Behind him, familiar faces from the first and second teams crowded together, making the already cramped infirmary completely packed.

The infirmary was unusually quiet.

No one spoke, only heavy, uneven breathing could be heard.

All eyes were focused on Li Ang.

There was an undisguised worry inside.

The excitement hasn't faded yet.

Witnessing an incredible miracle

Of course, it was also mixed with pure respect.

"Hey buddy, you're finally awake!"

Bruce, with his ever-present carefree smile, was the first to squeeze to the edge of the bed.

He leaned close, lowered his voice, and said with lingering fear:

"How are you feeling? Is anything wrong? Good heavens, you fainted, that really scared everyone."

Li Ang tried taking a gentle breath.

A dull pain immediately came from my chest and under my left ribs.

It's like a place that's been hit by a heavy hammer and hasn't recovered yet.

His dantian was empty; the aftereffects of frantically stimulating his internal energy were still present.

I couldn't muster any strength at all.

However, he could vaguely sense that the faint, thread-like internal energy was flowing extremely slowly through the damaged meridians, following some kind of instinct, bringing a slight tingling and warmth.

That's a signal that the body is repairing itself.

Although he was seriously injured, Li Ang thought that he could use cultivation to accelerate his recovery, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

He cleared his throat, which was so dry it felt like it was on fire, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"It's nothing... I'm just a little weak and my body aches a bit. I'll feel better after lying down for a while."

Coach Duke took half a step forward and looked Li Ang up and down.

His face looked like he'd swallowed a fly.

But the contempt and violence that had been there before were gone from the depths of his eyes.

He paused for a moment before speaking in an extremely awkward tone:

"Listen, kid. You...you fucking did a pretty good job today."

The entire infirmary was instantly so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Even Bruce's eyes widened, wondering if he was hallucinating.

Coach Duke is known as a devilish coach at River Valley College, known for his strictness and temper.

He's actually praising someone now?

And in such a tone that it was almost like admitting defeat?

The Duke coach seemed to be annoyed by his own weak statement.

He whirled around, trying to glare at Li Ang with his usual fierce look, hoping to regain his composure.

"That bet... you win! From now on, I'll listen to you on the team. The starting quarterback position is yours. But..."

He raised his voice, almost growling:

"Don't fucking think you're all that just because you won one intra-squad practice match! If you dare to mess up the game against the Lincoln Academy Lumberjacks on Friday, I'd rather be called a liar than let River Valley Academy lose, and I'll still keep you glued to the bench! Got it?"

Looking into the Duke coach's eyes, which were filled with complex emotions, Li Ang felt no sense of triumph.

He endured the pain, propped himself up on the mattress with his elbows, and slowly sat up, looking intently at Duke:

"I understand, Coach. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I was a bit impulsive before. In fact, I didn't mean to disobey your guidance, and the team can't do without your experience and leadership."

"I just hope I can have more opportunities to communicate and offer suggestions on tactical options and player rotations. After all, we share the same goal—we all want to win, right, Coach?"

The Duke coach stared at him for several seconds.

The taut muscles on his face relaxed almost imperceptibly.

He let out a heavy snort, his tone finally softening:

"You're not completely out of control yet. Fine, focus on recovering from your injury. Friday night, I'm waiting to see how you lead these rookies to kick the lumberjacks' asses. Don't let me... don't let the whole team become a laughingstock."

The last half of the sentence was uttered in a lower voice.

It seemed more like he was speaking to himself, or to the team he had led for many years.

"Yay! Coach is brilliant!"

Bruce was the first to react, raising his fist and cheering softly, his face beaming with joy.

The other team members, regardless of whether they were the originally arrogant and powerful figures...

Or these players from the second team who have always been considered supporting characters.

At this moment, their faces showed a mixture of relief and excitement.

It wasn't just because they won the internal conflict, but also because they had a core leader who could guide them forward.

A victory in the New York State league, the attention of college scouts, a college scholarship...

These things that were once distant have suddenly become possible because of this young Chinese-American who has just created a miracle.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Wearing a white coat, the slender and still charming female school doctor, Peyton Elizabeth, walked in.

She frowned slightly, holding a hard cardboard folder with medical records clipped to it.

Upon seeing a room full of people, he immediately put on a stern face.

"So many people? This is the infirmary, not a changing room for a celebration. Patients need absolute quiet and rest. Now, everyone except the patient, please leave immediately."

Her gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Li Ang, and her tone softened slightly.

"Li Ang, how are you feeling now? Are you still experiencing dizziness, nausea, or severe pain in any part of your body?"

"I feel much better, Dr. Payton. Thank you."

Peyton walked to the bedside and skillfully checked Leon's pupils for light reflex.

Then I placed my fingers on his wrist to check his pulse.

Then he lifted the hem of his hospital gown, looked at the large patches of purplish-blue bruises on his waist and abdomen, and shook his head:

"Feeling better? According to the initial examination, you have a risk of rib fracture, multiple severe soft tissue contusions, and signs of a mild concussion. This is not just a scrape."

"My advice is to go to the town hospital immediately for further examination, and it would be best to be hospitalized for observation for at least 24 hours."

Li Ang shook his head and said:

"No need, Dr. Payton! I really feel fine, I can just rest here!"

Peyton was stunned, not understanding why Li Ang refused to go to the hospital.

Then, her gaze suddenly fell on the student card marked as belonging to a student from a poor family on Li Ang's bedside table.

She seemed to understand something, and her tone softened, carrying a hint of persuasion:

"Li Ang, you don't need to worry about the costs. The school has purchased accident insurance for all registered athletes, which covers the vast majority of injuries..."

"No, really, there's no need for that, Ms. Peyton."

Li Ang interrupted her, his voice not loud, but firm.

"I feel fine; resting here is the best option."

Payton wanted to persuade him further, but the Duke coach next to him also noticed Li Ang's poverty card.

Following the Duke coach's gaze, the other students also noticed.

Li Ang's poverty student card represents the lowest level of subsidy from the school.

The condition for receiving the subsidy is that the individual and their family's financial resources are insufficient to cover the basic expenses of studying and living at school.

This shows that Li Ang's family was not only very poor, but he also did not receive any other financial aid at school.

The Duke coach seemed to have been awakened by something.

He suddenly remembered that Li Ang had offered to provide drug trials for Vertex Biotechnology Company and had even signed a drug trial contract.

Could this kid be after the subsidy for participating in the drug trial?

Is this kid's family really that poor?

That's why he trains like crazy and fights on the court until he vomits blood just to win.

Thinking about it that way, it's indeed very possible...

This kid has top-notch basketball skills and IQ, but his physical attributes are too poor. If he doesn't take some unconventional methods and use some drastic measures, he will never be able to compete with a star student like Bruce.

For example, this time, he was hit by Bruce and went straight to the hospital.

If every match is this intense, forget about winning the league championship; just surviving the game would be a miracle.

A strong sense of guilt gripped Duke's heart.

It made his throat tighten, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

This child is so pitiful, but how did I treat this child before?

Disdain, ridicule, deliberate harassment...

I'm a fucking beast.

Coach Duke spoke in a dry voice, wanting to say something but not knowing where to begin.

He looked around at the team members around him.

River Valley College is a middle-class community school.

Therefore, most of these students come from wealthy families.

I joined the rugby team purely out of interest and for future prospects.

Have you ever truly experienced this kind of desperate struggle for survival and opportunity, risking everything?

In comparison, his feelings were even more complicated and indescribable.

A tall, muscular young white man, with a look of reluctance on his face, lowered his voice and tentatively said:

"Coach, Li Ang... how about we all donate some money to Li Ang..."

"Shut up!"

Coach Duke suddenly growled, interrupting the players. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable sternness.

Then his gaze fell on Li Ang.

"Li Ang, you can skip the hospital visit for now, but you must obey all of Dr. Peyton's instructions and rest absolutely until she signs off on your departure! That's an order, understand?"

After saying that, he turned to the other team members:

"Listen up, everyone! Li Ang is your teammate, your brother! What he needs is respect, trust, for us to support him on the court and back off the court! Not your damn pity and charity, or donations to him!"

"Anyone who dares to mention donating to Li Ang again will have their training volume tripled! Now, all of you get out of here and go do what you were supposed to do!"

The team members shrank back after being scolded, but their eyes were still full of sympathy when they looked at Li Ang.

Payton watched this scene and let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.

She put on a stern face and began to exercise her authority as a doctor:

"Alright, visiting hours are over. Everyone, leave immediately and remain quiet. You,

She looked at the Duke coach.

"Please leave as well, so as not to disturb the patient's rest."

Coach Duke didn't say anything more, but just gave Li Ang a deep look.

He waved his hand, herding the team members out of the infirmary like sheep, and gently closed the door behind him.

Outside the door, his hushed, reprimanding voice could be faintly heard:

"...Did you all see that? That's the difference! They're so poor they can't even afford to go to the hospital, yet they still managed to beat you rich guys to a pulp. What kind of fighting spirit is that? And what about you?... "