Chapter 1545 Breaking Dreams in Qiming Twenty-Four
Chapter 1545: Dream Interruption to Qiming (24)
Hearing the bad news that Mute needed to rest for a week before he could get out of bed, Albert couldn't help but feel nervous. The Super Bowl is going on every day, and a week of rest means that Mute will not be able to play in the next seven games starting tomorrow.
Fa participated. However, the next game will become more and more intense, and the situation of the Sandstorm Sphinx is expected to become more and more tight. If the cat boy, who is the main outfield catcher, cannot participate in the game at this time,
, the Sphinx team will probably be extremely disadvantaged!
If this continues, it is still unknown whether the Sphinx can reach the finals.
not to mention------
"Wha, what...?!" It turned out that Mutt had woken up at this time. The semi-awake cat boy heard the conversation between Albert and Constantine, and exclaimed in a weak voice:
"A week of rest...? Can't participate in...the competition...?!"
"You just had an operation, lie down and don't talk!" Seeing the cat boy trying to get up from the bed, Constantine immediately stopped him and said, "Lie down quickly! If the wound from the operation is torn, you don't want to rest.
It’s so easy in one week!”
After hearing this, Mutt, who was just about to get up, lay down again.
"But...but!" the cat boy said with tears in his eyes: "What about the game! I can't be missing from the team!"
"What kind of game is it?" Constantine looked confused. He was obviously the kind of person who didn't watch football games or even watch TV.
"American football game. Our Sandstorm Sphinx team is currently playing in the African Super Cup, and this kid is the team's ace outfield catcher." Albert explained: "You let him rest for a week
, it’s better to ask him to quit the team career. Without his help, the Sphinx might not be able to reach the finals."
"None of my business." Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table, didn't care at all: "In short, I said a week of rest is a week of rest. You have to listen to the doctor, understand? If you can't even do this, just participate in the competition and let it go.
If the wound opens, even if you are about to die next time, I will never save you again."
He glared at the tiger and the cat man fiercely: "That's it. I'm very busy, so I'll leave first."
Then, Constantine turned around and left, closing the door of the compartment.
"Mutt..." Albert looked at the cat boy in embarrassment.
At this time, Mutt had already turned around, facing Albert with his back, without saying a word.
An awkward silence hung in the air.
Then, Albert gradually heard a low and gentle sobbing. The cat boy with his back to Albert pretended not to care, but he was actually crying.
"Mut... don't be like this, it's only a week..." Tiger tried to persuade the cat boy.
Woo... If only I were willing to listen to your advice and not do some exercise right after eating... Wuwuwuwu..."
"It won't help to say this now... Just relax and rest for a week. I will always do something. I will find a way to bring the team to the finals."
However, Mutt saw clearly, and he knew how bad things would get. He turned around and looked at Albert quietly with his big, tearful eyes.
"No, you won't. Your arm is also seriously injured. At least you won't be able to play tomorrow's game. Even if the Sphynx can survive today's game, tomorrow's game is probably the last game in the Super Cup.
.
It's over. All dreams, all hopes, are over."
Albert then fell silent. He looked at Mutt's big watery eyes, recalling what the cat boy had said before, and what he had promised the cat boy.
When everything was over, after the Sphinx won the African Super Cup, Albert originally promised to buy a big teddy bear for Mutter to replace the one that Mutter originally cherished.
The burned teddy bear "Mr. Harrison".
That teddy bear was something given to Mutt by Father Sphinx. It was the only treasure worth cherishing in the life of the young catman, but it has been wiped out. Now, Mutt’s remaining dream is to help
The team won the Super Cup again, in order to once again be appreciated by his revered father Sphinx, and in order to once again find his "treasure".
If even this dream is extinguished, what will Mutter have left?
And the worst thing is that the person who let this dream be destroyed is none other than the cat-man boy Mutt himself. He will probably bear this guilt and regret it for the rest of his life.
Only this is absolutely not possible.
Albert reluctantly got up from the hospital bed.
"I'll try again." He said, "Let me ask that black doctor again. He must have other ways to make your body get better quickly."
"This is simply impossible------"
"Hey," Albert stubbornly interrupted Mutt's complaint: "Never give up hope, understand?"
Regardless of the objections of the cat boy, Albert walked out of the compartment of the medical room without looking back. Mutt watched Albert leave, with hope and despair, fear and expectation in his eyes at the same time.
"What?" Constantine, who was busy preparing various medical supplies, turned to look at the tiger, irritated and depressed: "I told you, that is impossible, physically impossible.
Things are impossible unless a miracle happens."
"I don't believe your nonsense." Albert persisted in insisting on Constantine: "Come on, I know you have a method. This is very important. The Super Bowl game is very important to Mutter.
.This is that boy’s dream. You can’t let his dream be shattered by just saying “impossible”.”
"That's weird." Constantine frowned: "Isn't it just a football match? What is that? A game? And it's the stupidity of twenty-two fools competing for a ball.
Game? This game itself is boring enough. Moreover, this kind of game is held every year. It does not mean that if your team loses the game this year, it will not be able to participate again next year. ------So why are you nervous?
What? It’s too much to say that it will ruin a person’s dream, right?”
Albert frowned: "You don't understand anything, right?"
"What?"
"You think a sword fight is a fight, but you see these [games] as worthless, right?"
"That's true. Do you have any opinion?"
"If you really think so, I suggest you turn on the TV and watch the replays of the Sphinx's games these days." Albert looked angrily: "We don't treat this as a game.
Come play. We've always fought to death. I don't blame you if you don't understand the excitement of this game. But please at least respect it, you damn bastard."
The medical staff present were stunned by Albert's words, including Constantine. No one had ever dared to talk to the Knights of the Round Table like this. Albert, a tiger who didn't know how high the sky was, was the first.
Constantine was about to get angry, but the Knights of the Round Table seemed to understand something from Albert's words. He heard the determination in the other person's words and the arrogance in the other person's words.
So he couldn't laugh or get angry.
"I understand." The Knight of the Round Table, who originally only regarded Albert as a fool, suddenly put away his sarcastic tone and said seriously: "I will try to watch the replay of your game. I will watch you."
No matter how hard you work, let’s see if you really put your life into it. But you’d better not lie to me. If I see you just playing in the game on TV replays, if I see you so...
Not serious at all--then I swear to God, even if I use all the power I can use, I will definitely delete you from the list of candidates for the Round Table Trial."
"It's up to you." Albert replied unwaveringly.
"As for that child--" Constantine continued: "The way to make him recover quickly, from a scientific point of view, does not exist. But there is a way, and it may be worth a try. But I warn you first.
You and even I don’t know if this method is feasible. It can only be said to be a gamble at best, trying to be a doctor on a dead horse. It depends on you whether you want to try it or not."
"Just tell me what to do." Tiger said calmly.
"Then," Constantine grabbed Albert's left hand and pointed to the demon-sealing bracelet in Tiger's hand: "Use this to contact your old wolf friend. Only he can help you."
"What? You mean Bedivere?" Albert was suddenly confused and couldn't follow the other party's logic at all. Why is Bedivere related to this matter?
"You made a mistake, it was not [Bedivere], but [Captain Bedivere]." Constantine smiled mysteriously.
At the same time, the capital of South Africa, Pretoria.
"What?" After receiving the communication, Bediville was also confused: "You want to borrow my boat? What are you doing?"
"I'm not borrowing your ship, but the medical room on your ship." Constantine's voice came from the demon-sealing bracelet, but the call signal came from Albert's demon-sealing bracelet.
"Bedi, I can't explain myself clearly here, why don't you come here first?" Albert rushed to say.
"But I am in South Africa and I am doing something very important------"
"Bedivere!" Albert's irritated voice came from the demon-sealing bracelet.
When he heard this sound, Bediwell knew that something bad must have happened to Tiger and he needed his help to solve it.
"Let's go back first, Bedivere." King Arthur next to the werewolf young man also said.
"But Arthur, shouldn't we be conducting searches in the slums of South Africa now?" Bedivere was depressed: "Is it really okay to just interrupt the operation like this?"
"It's okay, Bedi." The King of Knights smiled mysteriously, "Anyway, we won't go there personally for this search. I also want to go on your ship and borrow something."
So Bediwell became even more confused.
"Let's go." The King of Knights did not explain to Bedivere, but directly pressed the button on the werewolf youth's bracelet, opened the portal, and jumped in.
Bedivere also followed helplessly, and was instantly teleported to the transfer room of the Paramedis.