The Sports Healer Starting from Milan

I left the teacher's office and went to the interview room.

Three resumes were placed on the tree.

He picked it up and glanced at it briefly. He hadn't paid much attention to it before, as he had been busy with other things.

I only managed to find the time today for the interview.

The first boy was named Pata.

A former research assistant at the University of Milan's School of Biomedical Sciences, she can handle many miscellaneous tasks in an orderly manner.

The second is Benatti, 32 years old, a graduate of the Department of Orthopedics at the University of Bologna, who used to be a team doctor for an Italian Serie B team and is skilled in traditional single-bundle reconstruction.

The third was a young woman named Fera.

Lin Mu didn't even look at it and immediately ruled it out. Given his current situation, he didn't need a female assistant.

"Good morning/afternoon, interviewers."

Pata walked in quickly, his short hair and well-fitting suit making him look very energetic.

She really does have the feel of a "butler" from movies and TV shows.

Cody Anderson glanced at Lin Mu out of the corner of his eye, and seeing that he didn't seem inclined to ask any questions, he spoke first, "What do you think are your strengths for this position?"

"My previous job was as a lab assistant, responsible for updating schedules, ensuring that notices were delivered, communicating and coordinating with external departments, and handling administrative and financial matters."

Pata straightened her clothes. She had been speaking with quite confidence, but when she saw Lin Mutou, she didn't raise her head.

My heart suddenly felt uncertain.

His voice involuntarily softened a few decibels, "And there's also the matter of booking three meals a day for the lab staff."

Hearing this, Lin Mu finally looked up, a slight smile on his lips, "What do you guys in the lab eat most often?"

"Forehead..."

Pata was taken aback when he heard this. He thought Lin Mu would ask him about details of financial coordination or precautions for communication.

Unexpectedly, the question was about what to eat.

"The saffron risotto should be slightly undercooked, the Milanese fried pork cutlet should be cut thicker, the snail and garlic bread should be mixed with meat sauce and tomato sauce for the pasta, and the pizza and salad should be served without salad dressing."

Pata blurted out after realizing what was happening.

Because that's what he told the restaurant when he ordered the food.

He regretted it as soon as he said it.

It's so awkward that you could almost carve out a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment from scratch.

What am I doing?

"That's quite interesting."

Lin Mu couldn't help but chuckle.

Then I thought about my eating habits: I don't like my saffron risotto undercooked, and I want my fried pork chop to be thinner and cut into more slices...

"Okay, Pata, that concludes today's interview. We'll let you know the results tomorrow."

Cody Anderson said.

Then I interviewed two more people, and I can't say they weren't excellent.

After all, they were selected from hundreds of resumes and passed one round of interviews.

But it just doesn't quite suit the taste of the forest.

He needs a housekeeper-type assistant who can handle miscellaneous tasks in both life and work.

Things are fine now.

If I go to the United States in the future, there will be even more things to do.

We need someone to help share the burden.

Before leaving, Cody Anderson hesitated, then finally gritted his teeth and said, "Dr. Wood, about what happened before..."

"I didn't take it to heart."

Lin Mu simply smiled.

I don't know if I had taken it to heart before.

But now he really doesn't care anymore.

Cody Anderson breathed a sigh of relief and watched Lin Mu's figure disappear into the distance.

......

The San Siro stadium at dusk.

Wow!!!

Loud cheers echoed through the sky as Lin Mu stood in the medical area, watching the Inter Milan players celebrate.

Just now.

Adriano scored the second goal of the match.

Inter Milan 3-0 Empoli.

Thirty minutes later.

The first half of the 2005-06 Serie A season is about to end.

Lin Mu recalled the six months he had spent in the world.

"It's quite interesting." He looked up at the fiery clouds in the distance, but he also knew that he still had a long way to go.

After all, the only max-level spell is ACL Reconstruction.

ACL reconstruction and meniscus repair will only be level 3 surgeries in the future.

What about a level four surgery?

Multiple ligament reconstruction, complex knee dislocation repair, ACL double-bundle reconstruction, large-area cartilage transplantation, etc.

Some areas require him to conquer them.

This is only the lower limbs.

What about the upper limbs?

Repair of massive rotator cuff tears, repair of multidirectional instability of the shoulder joint, etc.

Not to mention the various intractable diseases in sports medicine.

For example, Siddorf's groin pain was resolved by having his wisdom teeth extracted.

"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long."

Lin Mu suddenly thought of something.

Why am I working so hard to earn experience points?

Speaking of money...

After the ACL dual-beam reconstruction technique is widely adopted.

He could easily make money while lying down, and then invest a portion of it, making it very easy for him to become a millionaire.

Suddenly.

Lin Mu saw Recoba running on the field, and Zanetti making a flying tackle...

He had a vague idea.

The regrets of dreams are always particularly glaring because of injuries, and they are a long night that many people can never get out of.

Because the essence of competitive sports is always filled with pain.

Therefore, he possesses the system.

I just want to improve myself, and also help people have fewer injuries and regrets on their journey to pursue their dreams.

"I am awesome."

Lin Mu laughed.

Beep-beep-beep!

Two short and one long whistle echoed in his ears.

He joined in the Inter Milan players' celebration, enjoying the joy and happiness that came with victory.

Suddenly he was hugged tightly.

Looking to the side, I realized it was Recoba.

The latter's facial contours and features do indeed evoke a sense of familiarity.

Just like a Chinese person.

"Thank you, Wood. I've said it many times, but I still want to thank you."

Recoba said earnestly.

Before he could say anything more, Lin Mu patted him on the back. "The season is only halfway over. Let's talk about it after the rest of the season is over."

Upon hearing this, Recoba gave a look that said, "That's certainly how it should be."

He recalled what had happened some time ago.

When he renewed his contract with Inter Milan, he wrote the following in his diary: "I wanted to help Inter Milan win a league title, but if I didn't succeed, my departure would feel pointless. What if I left and Inter Milan won the title? Should I commit suicide? No, I must stay and help Inter Milan win the title."

However, he lacked the physical capacity to fulfill those words.

The rest is history.

"come on!"

Lin Mu patted Recoba again.

He thinks Recoba and Inter Milan...

Um...

Like a couple deeply in love, they are both deeply in love with each other and somewhat conflicted.

If this continues...

That could develop into a situation where "they know it's not right, but they can't let go, and in the end they still end up separating, without regrets, but with a touch of sadness and desolation."

But the premise is that you don't have yourself.

Lin Mu hugged Zanetti again.

Lin Mu has immense admiration for the Inter Milan captain's professional attitude.

"Haviel, you can enjoy life a little during your vacation. Don't put too much pressure on your body. Too much fatigue is not good."

Lin Mu reminded him.

After all, Zanetti had a history of going to the gym on the second day of his marriage.

"rest assured!"

Zanetti laughed heartily.