Sports Medicine Master System

Chapter 420: Chapter 357: Furious Jordan

"That scared me to death."

Near Central Lake, Kevin patted his chest, his heart still pounding. At the same time, he shot a resentful look at the two bodyguards beside him. ’They were scared stiff, weren’t they? Didn’t even react.’

"Look at you. What’s there to be afraid of?"

William, beside him, huffed softly. He turned to look at Chen Yu and Michael Jackson by the lake not far away, his eyes full of admiration. "He’s just so cool, so brave."

He had always admired Chen Yu. It wasn’t just because Chen Yu seemed omnipotent on the operating table, able to cure any patient he took on. It was also because he always felt that Chen Yu possessed a confidence and a self-assurance that he could solve any problem.

And just now, to face so many people alone... that kind of courage wasn’t something just anyone could possess.

Kevin couldn’t stand the mockery in William’s eyes and muttered defiantly, "I wonder who it was whose legs were so weak with fright."

A flash of embarrassment crossed William’s eyes. He immediately changed the subject, pointing at the two men ahead. "What do you think they’re talking about?"

"Who knows."

Kevin sighed, a look of helplessness on his face.

He always felt that Michael Jackson trusted Chen Yu too much. He’d been with Michael Jackson for six or seven years and had never earned that kind of trust.

「By the lake.」

Michael Jackson gazed at the calm lake water, lost in thought.

"Michael, you need to understand that true strength comes from within. Don’t care about what they say. Their mouths are their own; we can’t decide what they say, but we can decide what we do."

"Things like ’justice will always prevail’ or ’the truth will never be buried’—you don’t need to care about that stuff either. All we need to do is be true to ourselves. If you feel you’re okay, then everything’s okay."

Chen Yu pointed to his own heart.

Chen Yu was an adult. He knew the world was a cruel place, and that absolute fairness only existed in books.

But so what if you’re slandered or condemned by thousands? The most important thing is to have a clear conscience.

"Letting that slander affect you is true weakness."

"Look," Chen Yu said, pointing to himself again. "I’m in the same situation as you right now. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t care, because I know it’s all fake. Even if I can’t prove it in the end, so what? It’s like how we can’t expect everyone to like us. All that matters is that we like ourselves."

"So, like I said, if I can do it, you can do it too."

Chen Yu turned his head, looking at Michael Jackson with an incredibly resolute gaze.

’Psychological remedies, communication skills... I’m using everything I’ve got.’

After interacting with him these past few days, Chen Yu felt that beneath the surface-level introversion, sensitivity, and shyness, Michael Jackson was essentially a child who had never grown up.

He became famous too early and was exposed to the adult world. He also didn’t have a good upbringing and never received love or a sense of security from his family.

Like James, he also lacked a positive father figure to serve as a role model and teach him how to take responsibility and face problems.

That’s why Chen Yu felt it was necessary to show him through his own actions what to do in the same situation—how to grow up and how to solve problems.

"Most importantly,"

Chen Yu turned again and gripped his shoulders with both hands. "You are Michael Jackson. You are the best singer on this planet. You are irreplaceable. Just like me—I’m the best doctor on this planet. I can cure the illnesses they can’t."

"So what?"

"They slander me and curse me, but when they get sick, they still need me. It’s the same for you. You’re the best. They love your voice, they love your performances, and that’s enough."

"And even if one day they don’t like it anymore, so what? You are still you. Their slander can’t erase all of that."

Michael Jackson stared blankly at Chen Yu, his eyes filled with shock.

No one had ever said these things to him before.

He had always been controlled by his emotions and had never thought about things this way.

"Chen, can I really do it?" Michael Jackson’s voice was trembling and hesitant.

"Of course."

Chen Yu’s smile was radiant. "If I can, why can’t you?"

After a pause, Chen Yu said, "By the way, it seems like you haven’t held a concert in a long time, right? So, let’s start with what you love. Ignore the rumors and gossip. Tell everyone that you’re back, that you’re going to hold a concert, that you’re going to do what you love most."

After his injury in ’99, Michael Jackson hadn’t held any more concerts.

In Chen Yu’s view, he was just overthinking things and had been affected by all sorts of negative emotions.

’Why worry so much? Just keep singing, keep holding concerts.’

’If you’re slandered, sue them. If you’re framed, take them to court.’

’What the hell is there to be afraid of!’

A spark returned to Michael Jackson’s eyes. A powerful emotion washed over him, and he nodded forcefully.

But in the next moment, he said with some distress, "But my body..."

He wasn’t holding concerts not just because of all the damn trouble and emotional impact; his poor health was also a factor.

"What are you afraid of? You’ve got me, don’t you? Give me three months, and I guarantee you’ll be able to dance on stage however you want for two hours straight," Chen Yu said, full of confidence.

’He’s not seventy or eighty, he’s only 45. If I get to work on his health for three months, he’ll definitely be full of life again.’

Michael Jackson nodded forcefully, as if his whole being had come back to life.

He turned his head to look at the lake.

The sun was brilliant, the water sparkling.

"Chen, were you doing that on purpose earlier?" Michael Jackson suddenly asked.

From his interactions with Chen Yu, Michael Jackson had always felt that Chen Yu had a calm demeanor, as if he could solve any problem. He was especially emotionally stable and sharp. How could he have suddenly said something like that in front of so many reporters?

"On purpose?"

Chen Yu was slightly taken aback, then said with a smile, "What are you thinking? What, am I not allowed to lose control and make a mistake?"

Michael Jackson paused for a moment and didn’t ask any more questions.

"Chen, thank you. You’ll always be my friend," Michael Jackson said emotionally, turning to look at the lake’s surface.

Chen Yu patted his shoulder. Everything was understood without words.

Chen Yu wasn’t just talking the talk; he was walking the walk, proving that the slander and turmoil of the outside world couldn’t affect him at all.

He would do as he pleased.

That evening, after returning home and discussing some wedding venue arrangements with Lexi, Chen Yu suddenly received a call from Jordan.

"Fack, Fack, Fack..."

The moment the call connected, Jordan, like a raging Bull, started swearing nonstop.

Chen Yu blinked.

’What’s gotten into him? And I don’t think I did anything to provoke him.’

After swearing for a full half-minute, Jordan finally calmed his anger and asked loudly if Chen Yu was still on the line.

"What do you think?"

If Jordan had been in front of him, Chen Yu would have definitely given him a massive eye-roll.

’What’s wrong with him?’

Over the phone, Jordan huffed and yelled, "Chen, you know what? That bastard Abi Polin lied to me! He’s an animal! I’m going to kill him!"

The Jordan on the phone was on the verge of exploding.

Chen Yu was stunned for a moment.

’Abi Polin... isn’t he the owner of the Wizards?’

"How did he lie to you? By the way, I remember seeing in the paper a few days ago that you were willing to return to the Wizards’ management. What happened?" Chen Yu asked in return.

A few days ago, around the 23rd, Chen Yu had seen an interview in the Washington Post where Jordan said he was willing to return to the Wizards’ management.

April 16th was the Wizards’ last game.

Then, over the course of the next week, Jordan had made his position clear in a hurry. He was obviously eager to become the owner of the Wizards.

"What happened? That bastard lied to me! He told me the team doesn’t need me, that they won’t give me any kind of contract, and they certainly won’t sell me the shares! That shameless old bastard! Doesn’t he know I already sold my shares for the Wizards’ sake? He went back on his word! I’m going to kill him!"

Chen Yu finally understood everything.

It was also a bit unbelievable.

Chen Yu was aware of this situation. Back then, to make his comeback, Jordan had to sell his shares in the Wizards to Old Polin due to league rules.

Old Polin had also promised him that after he played for the Wizards for two years and raised the team’s market value, he would sell the shares back to him, allowing him to truly become the Wizards’ owner.

’Has he gone back on his word now?’

No wonder Jordan was so furious. He had basically been played for a fool by Old Polin from start to finish.

’What a complete and utter humiliation!’

’But, you can be angry all you want, why are you calling me?’

’I don’t even know Old Polin.’

"Chen, I’m making a comeback! I want revenge! I’m going to the Phoenix Suns, and I’m going to lead them to another championship! I’ll show those damned bastards that the reason I couldn’t lead the Wizards to a championship was because that bastard Old Polin is trash! I’m going to prove I can still win a title, so you have to help me."

Even through the phone, Chen Yu could tell Jordan was saying these words through gritted teeth.

"Michael, calm down." Chen Yu’s first thought was that he had gone crazy.

This season, whenever he played an away game, no matter where it was, the home team would hold a farewell ceremony for him.

The entire season had basically become his retirement tour.

After the regular season ended on April 16th, Jordan had also clearly told reporters that this time, he was really retiring.

And now? It had only been a few days, and he was already overturning his own decision and announcing another comeback. Wasn’t that a bit too fickle?

’Most importantly, you’re 40 years old! Are you still going to play?’

Of course, Ewing had won a championship with his team at 40 and had just played another season this year.

Besides, last season, Jordan could still average 20 points per game.

Logically speaking, he could still play.

But was it really necessary? Sure, he got screwed over, but who hasn’t? ’We’re adults. You just have to accept the loss, learn your lesson, and make sure you don’t get screwed over next time.’

’The key thing is, if you come back, will playing your heart out against the Wizards really count as revenge? Will you truly feel satisfied?’

If he really played for another year, he would have to start training all over again.

Over the past two years, Jordan had complained to him quite a bit, grumbling about how painful training was and how he regretted coming back to play.

"I can’t calm down!" Jordan roared. He had never been deceived so cruelly before.

When Old Polin told him to his face that he would not be selling the shares back to him, as Jordan walked out of Old Polin’s office, he felt like a stupid donkey that had been led around by the nose for two years!

If he weren’t a respectable man, he would have given that old bastard a couple of punches right then and there.

"Chen, just tell me, are you willing to help me or not!"