"Husband, look, everyone is here to see you." Messi's wife gently shook Messi's shoulder.
After being pushed back to reality from his daze, Macy looked up at the people in the ward. He was familiar with these people, but there were two people he had never seen before.
But the two people were surrounded in the middle, obviously not ordinary fans.
"Messi, let me introduce to you. This is our big boss of Barcelona, the richest man in Asia from China, Mr. Jiang Simingjiang. You should have heard of it." Segura introduced quickly.
Messi thought about it for a moment, remembered it, and said to Jiang Siming: "I have watched your basketball game, and your basketball level is really good."
Jiang Siming never expected that Messi knew him because of basketball, while others knew him because of his title as the richest man.
After thinking about it, Messi is an athlete and is most interested in sports. It is not surprising that he knows basketball.
"I've also watched your football games, and I've watched them for many years."
Jiang Siming responded with a smile.
Messi smiled like a gentleman and said sadly: "I may never see you again in the future."
Before Jiang Siming spoke, Zhao Xiaoxiao said, "Okay, okay, as long as my father is here, this won't be a problem."
Zhao Xiaoxiao also speaks fluent English. For a top student like her, English is very easy for her.
Messi thought the child was joking, so he just smiled and said nothing.
It can be seen from this that Messi is really a gentleman. At times like this, he doesn't lose his temper like others.
No wonder so many fans like him. Such an idol is hard to hate.
"Why don't you believe me? I'm not lying. My father is amazing. He is a miracle doctor!"
Zhao Xiaoxiao was very dissatisfied with their reaction. It was too difficult to communicate with these people who had never seen the world.
Jiang Siming touched her head, then walked to the hospital bed, wanting to check Messi's right leg.
But the attending doctor beside Messi quickly stopped him and said: "Sir, don't move."
Jiang Siming explained: "I am also a doctor, and I want to see his legs."
"Are you a doctor?" The attending doctor obviously didn't believe it. How old is Jiang Siming? Even if the doctor has always been an intern.
"Yes, I have treated many people in our country. Messi's leg injury is not a big deal. It will be very simple for me to deal with it."
The attending doctor laughed, and it was an unabashed laugh.
Zhao Xiaoxiao walked over, took out a pair of scissors from the medical supplies next to the hospital bed, pointed at the doctor and said: "If you smile again, believe it or not, I will cut your mouth open!"
How could Zhao Xiaoxiao dare to laugh at her dear father? She can laugh at herself, but she is not allowed to laugh at her idol~
The doctor quickly put away his smile, but he was already a little annoyed and said: "If you keep fooling around, I'll call security! You disgusting Chinese people!"
Jiang Siming didn't say anything at first and wanted to stop Zhao Xiaoxiao, but the doctor's last words made his expression change.
"I will give you three seconds to apologize, otherwise I will make it impossible for you to become a doctor." Jiang Siming said coldly.
You can laugh at him, but Jiang Siming will not give in even if he takes his motherland with him!
Of course General Manager Segura knew that the doctor was talking nonsense, so he immediately went over and said angrily: "Do you know what you are talking about? Apologize to my boss immediately!"
The doctor couldn't bear the pressure and had to apologize silently.
But he was still unconvinced and said: "If you want Messi to never recover, just continue to mess around. Our hospital will not be responsible for anything that happens!"
Messi's wife was shaken, looked apologetic, and wanted to decline Jiang Siming's kindness.
But Messi unexpectedly took his wife's hand and motioned her to stop talking.
Jiang Siming ignored the doctor's words, but walked straight to the hospital bed and said to Messi, "Do you believe in Chinese medical skills?"
"To be honest, I have never tried it, and I don't know if I should believe it."
Messi expressed his thoughts honestly.
"Then if I told you that if your leg was treated by me, it would be cured within a week, would you believe it?"
"Really?"
"Do I need to lie to you or my own players?" Jiang Siming asked.
Messi hesitated for a moment, then said decisively: "Okay, then I believe you! Just give me treatment!"
Messi didn't know why he believed in Jiang Siming, but he instinctively felt that Jiang Siming was a really capable person.
Besides, this person comes from Eastern China, that mysterious and ancient country.
This identity alone gives people a sense of security.
Jiang Siming received Messi's approval and immediately removed the bandage on his leg.
The wound was indeed serious, with many broken ligaments and obvious fractures. In addition, he had suffered from old illnesses before.
If this leg is treated according to current normal medical techniques, it can indeed be cured, but it will take at least more than a year to recover.
Jiang Siming can't wait this long, and Barcelona can't wait this long either.
Jiang Siming took out the acupuncture he carried and said to Segura: "Please find me alcohol and fire."
Although Segura didn't know what Jiang Siming wanted to do, he still got Jiang Siming alcohol and fire.
"Mr. Jiang, will this... hurt?" Messi's wife looked at these needles with trepidation.
Jiang Siming smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't feel anything at all."
Treatment begins under such simple conditions.
In front of everyone's gaze, just a few insignificant needles pricked Messi's leg injury, and it was completely unclear what use it had.
And Messi himself said that he really didn’t feel anything when the needle was inserted into his body.
After all these needles were inserted, Jiang Siming pulled out the silver needles.
Messi's leg injury quickly turned purple, as if the bruises were gathered together, and it seemed that his leg was more serious than before.
Jiang Siming didn't panic at all. He picked up a scalpel and cut the wound, and blood immediately spilled out.
Everyone was shocked to see it, but Messi himself not only felt no pain, but also felt that the pain in his leg was rapidly weakening.
Before they could react, Jiang Siming had already wrapped gauze around Messi's leg.
"Does your leg still hurt?" Jiang Siming asked Messi.
Messi felt it for a moment, and his eyes widened: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore!"
Others were simply listening to a fantasy. The attending doctor even thought that Messi said this deliberately to act.
Jiang Siming smiled and said to Messi: "Don't be too happy. I just helped you get rid of the congestion and stopped the pain, but your leg is still not healed."
"How did you manage the pain without anesthetics?" Messi asked in surprise.
"This is the charm of acupuncture, the unique ability of our Chinese medicine." Jiang Siming replied.
Messi's wife seemed to see hope and asked anxiously: "Can my husband's leg injury really be cured?"
"Of course." Jiang Siming took out a pill, powdered it, poured it into a small bottle, and handed it to Messi's wife.
"Divide this medicinal powder into seven parts, soak one part in warm water and give it to him to drink every day. After seven days, the leg injury will be cured."
[Author's digression]: The third update~Remember to vote~(To be continued)