CHAPTER 1162: CHAPTER 362: IT’S USELESS, JUST REMOVE IT

Mourinho on the hospital bed revealed a smile and said: "Kevin, you’re here."

"Coach, how are you feeling?"

Huang Kaiwen, who was pushed into the ward, asked.

"Acute appendicitis, I need surgery."

Mourinho glared at English, saying with irritation: "And my balls almost got frostbite, even if there was nothing wrong, it became something."

English awkwardly explained: "I thought you were shy and embarrassed to say that your balls were injured."

"If my balls break one day, I’ll transplant yours!"

Mourinho said irritably.

"Alright, alright, once your wife gets here to sign, you can have the surgery. You should rest up and conserve your strength. Local anesthesia can be a bit tough." English said.

"Are you implying my lower half isn’t broken, but you want to break my upper half?"

Mourinho asked irritably.

English hurriedly fled from the ward, fearing Mourinho might actually do him in if he stayed any longer.

"Need to switch to a useful team doctor sooner or later."

Mourinho said with resentment.

"He’s alright," Huang Kaiwen said.

"Alright?!" Mourinho said somewhat displeased: "After Dr. Meiselmann left, Chelsea was in chaos, too many injuries this season."

Huang Kaiwen:...

Damn!

If it wasn’t mentioned, the Yellow Ball King would have forgotten about his good buddy Dr. Meiselmann.

Knowing Dr. Meiselmann’s prowess, Huang Kaiwen understood it was just a coincidence, yet he really couldn’t explain it away.

This guy Meiselmann seems like the child of fortune.

Wherever he is, the coach there gets to keep their job.

After he left, Chelsea witnessed a wave of massive injuries, making the mediocre doctor seem like a divine doctor.

"Alright then, better not hire a female team doctor."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"I’ll mention it to Kenyon." Mourinho nodded and said.

Although Mourinho didn’t know why Huang Kaiwen wasn’t keen on female team doctors, since Huang Kaiwen mentioned it, he made a note of it.

After all, it’s for the sake of team unity and development.

Later, Mourinho’s wife, Matilde, came, and Huang Kaiwen had Ramos push him back to the ward to rest.

Even though there was nothing much wrong with the Yellow Ball King, it had been a long time since he had been hospitalized; now that he was back somewhere familiar, wouldn’t he spend a few more days resting before leaving?

"Kevin, what do you want to eat tonight? I’ll call Mr. Albert to have them prepare something. I’ll also stop by your place to bring your handheld and laptop over." Ramos asked.

"Anything is fine."

Huang Kaiwen said: "Since I’m sick, something simple is best."

"Alright then, I’m off for now."

Ramos left the ward in a hurry.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head with a helpless smile.

This guy really is hot-tempered.

The bored Huang Kaiwen turned on the ward’s TV, which was broadcasting today’s match.

After he was substituted off, Juventus even managed to score two goals, they do have some skills.

Huang Kaiwen continued to change channels until he landed on the movie "The Dreamers" playing, finally stopping.

The central theme of this movie is messy relationships, and the Yellow Ball King feels the need to criticize it.

The ambiguous relationship between Isabella and Leo was making the Yellow Ball King anxious while watching.

Creak—

"Sergio... Why are you here?"

Huang Kaiwen asked in surprise.

Cheryl, carrying a bag, laughed and said: "Why can’t I come? A friend is in the hospital, it’s normal for me to visit."

"Yes, very normal."

Huang Kaiwen watched Cheryl naturally sit down by the bedside and moved back a bit.

Now the Yellow Ball King was injured, if facing aggression, he couldn’t even fight back.

"If it’s so normal, why are you moving back? Do I have some kind of smell?"

Cheryl leaned her head towards Huang Kaiwen and asked.

"No, it smells nice."

Huang Kaiwen said with a forced smile: "But I’m a bit allergic to perfume."

"Then should I switch to another one next time?"

Cheryl asked, her tongue licking.

Huang Kaiwen quickly shifted back again, his waist pressed against the bed’s headboard.

But the wet feeling on his ear meant he didn’t dare move.

This woman is a bit crazy today.

"Ahem, whether you change or not is up to you, makeup is for yourself, not to please others, you don’t need to care about others’ opinions, let alone mine."

Huang Kaiwen said with a dry laugh.

"How could that be."

Cheryl climbed onto the bed, inching closer to Huang Kaiwen, saying: "Maybe you’re just not used to it, smell it a bit more and you’ll adapt."

Huang Kaiwen turned and got off the bed, sitting onto the windowsill.

Cheryl asked with a laugh-but-not-a-laugh: "What are you doing?"

"Just looking at the scenery, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to stop and quietly appreciate everything around me."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"Are you competing with Hart for Cantona’s successor position?"

Cheryl asked, sitting back down on the bed.

Huang Kaiwen:...

The good atmosphere got shattered just like that.

Watching the speechless Huang Kaiwen, Cheryl took a small flask out of her bag, took a sip, and said: "I’m drunk now, I can’t guarantee what happens next."

"Ah, Sherry!"

Huang Kaiwen rubbed his forehead helplessly and said: "You’re a bit off today."

"I’m great, never been better!"

Cheryl said, wide-eyed at Huang Kaiwen, as she got out of bed barefoot, inching closer to the window.

Huang Kaiwen took a look back; this was the seventh floor.

He’s not Inzaghi, who dares to jump down with someone to share the risk.

Or maybe?

Creak—

"Sorry, wrong room."

"Come back here, Sergio!!!"

"Good evening."

Ramos, holding food containers and a bunch of bags, smiled sheepishly.

Cheryl turned and sat back on the bed, Huang Kaiwen pushed himself off the windowsill, telling Ramos: "The sunset was nice, so I asked her over to take a look."