The afternoon training started soon. Due to the absence of Wang Zengjie, Kai Ruitu, and Wang Shaojie, there were only nine people left. Wang Shipeng arranged a three-on-three confrontation practice.

Wang Zengjie has returned to the hotel to recuperate, while Kai Ruitu is seriously following Tang Lou's instructions in the locker room to perform wrist recovery exercises.

"Kairitu, don't you really think that little doctor can completely cure your old wrist injury?"

Huang Haiquan had Wang Shaojie undergo massage treatment on his waist in the morning, and another one in the afternoon, so Wang Shaojie was also waiting in the locker room.

Huang Haiquan has been treating him these days, and has been perfunctory. He is almost recovered, almost recovered, but he has not been able to officially start playing games, which makes him a little resentful towards these team doctors.

As much as I am looking forward to Serbia’s finals, I am so dissatisfied with the current treatment progress.

Therefore, the words were also very negative and somewhat sarcastic.

Wang Shaojie said to Keritu while watching the match video of the Serbian youth team.

"I don't know, but I don't feel much pain in my wrist anymore, and I have a long-lost sense of flexibility."

Kairui sat up and down in a straight line, without looking at Wang Shaojie, and said expectantly.

"I hope so. Alas."

Wang Shaojie sighed and continued to watch the video of the Serbian youth team. The more he looked at it, his brows furrowed again. The Serbian youth team was really good. If he couldn't make it, the team would have little chance of winning.

"Damn back injury."

Soon, the afternoon training came to an end. During this period, Huang Haiquan also came to the locker room to give Wang Shaojie another recovery treatment.

"Wang Shaojie, your waist has almost recovered, but to be conservative, it will take three or four days to fully recover. Therefore, my opinion is that you'd better not play in the finals the day after tomorrow."

Huang Haiquan deliberately blocked the time for three or four days. After leaving a few words, he left the locker room and began to prepare massage treatments for the rest of the team members.

"Haha." Wang Shaojie was also numb. He covered his whole head with a hoodie and sat in the corner of the dressing room, silent, not knowing what to think about.

The other team members also arrived in the locker room one by one, and did not dare to disturb Wang Shaojie in the corner.

Soon, Gong Hai, Qiu Yiye, Huang Haiquan and others started regular massage treatments.

Naturally, Kairuitu went to Tanglou and began to give him another intensive treatment.

After Tanglou finished Kai Ruitu's treatment, he was pulled to the office again by Cheng Sisi and began a privately customized long-term massage.

Qiu Yiye, who was watching the massage for the team members, was dumbfounded for a while: "Cheng Sisi looked so polite. It turns out that the demand is so strong, you really can't look at the appearance. Tsk tsk tsk, give it a try with what I have."

While everyone was enjoying the massage, Wang Shaojie felt more and more lonely, so he stood up silently and left the dressing room.

And when he walked into the basketball hall, he heard the sound of dribbling, hitting the board, and hitting the net that made his hands itch: "It's Kai Ruitu!"

Wang Shaojie walked to the auditorium, half-hidden in the darkness, and sat down.

In the basketball court, I saw Caretu starting a one-stop layup, skillfully dribbling with his left and right hands, and then stretched to the top of the arc, two forty-five degrees, and the bottom corner.

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

Nine consecutive hollows entered the net.

"Since when has this guy been so accurate?"

Wang Shaojie was shocked inside.

"It must be luck, it must be luck."

Wang Shaojie convinced himself and continued reading.

Sure enough, Kairuitu missed the next shot. Wang Shaojie breathed a sigh of relief. Next, Kairuitu began to practice mid-range shooting again.

"Brush, brush, brush!"

Wang Shaojie's ability to become the No. 1 pick in the CBA is naturally due to his sufficient basketball talent and ability to read the game. Of course, he sensed that there was something different about Keritu's dribbling and shooting.

But what exactly was different, he couldn't tell.

After all, it is not a formal game, and training without defense sometimes cannot explain the problem too much.

Just when Wang Shaojie was thinking wildly.

"Have you seen enough?"

Kairitu threw the basketball at Wang Shaojie.

"Crack!"

Wang Shaojie instinctively grabbed the ball with one big hand, and then looked at Kairitu walking on the court.

"Are your hands itchy? Come down and vote a few?"

Of course Wang Shaojie wanted to come down and dribble and throw the ball, but when he thought of Huang Haiquan's warning, for the sake of his career, he threw the ball back with a straight face and said coldly:

"Not interested."

After saying that, he put his hands back into his pockets and prepared to leave the arena.

"Seriously, Wang Shaojie, I suggest you see Dr. Tang. Maybe his massage techniques can help you make it to the finals the day after tomorrow."

For some reason, Kai Ruitu looked at the depressed Wang Shaojie and blurted out. After he finished speaking, he felt that he was a little reckless. After all, Huang Haiquan had already made a conclusion.

However, looking at his wrist again, Kai Ruitu looked at Wang Shaojie and hesitated, risking to offend Dr. Huang: "I dare not say that Dr. Tang's level is higher than Dr. Huang's, but at least, after going through Tang

Thanks to the doctor’s treatment, I am recovering very well now.”

"But Dr. Huang has never solved it before."

Wang Shaojie's walking body suddenly stopped for a moment...but he quickly shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This is just your psychological effect. There may be nothing wrong with your wrist. We are different."

"But thank you anyway."

After saying that, Wang Shaojie quickly left the court. What he suffered was a sports injury to his waist. The complexity of the injury could not be compared to a minor wrist injury.

Moreover, although he was not satisfied with the progress of Huang Haiquan's treatment, after all, he was the team doctor who provided health care to Wang Shipeng, Yao Ming and other national team members, so his qualifications and level were there.

Huang Haiquan is his best principle at present.

"Doctor Tang? You are too young."

Wang Shaojie sighed, not even thinking about trying.

After Wang Shaojie left, Keritu practiced shooting and dribbling for a while, and then left the court. Tomorrow's warm-up match against Serbia will test the recovery of his wrists.

Keritu had an intuition that his hands seemed to have returned to the summer when he was nineteen years old.

At that time, he was at his peak, and his men shot down countless heroes.

...

...

On the second day, there was a warm-up match between the Serbian Youth Team and the Slam Dunk Team before the final. It was also a drill before the final, and both sides naturally attached great importance to it.

The program team had set up the scene early in the morning. For this game, members of the Serbian youth team, as well as staff, team leaders and others were all present.

The Slam Dunk team is also fully staffed. Kairitu will definitely be able to play, and Wang Zengjie has almost recovered. With Tanglou's treatment, he will basically be able to play in tomorrow's finals.

The only one who has yet to be decided, but has actually been rejected by Huang Haiquan, is Wang Shaojie, who also came to the locker room.

The head coach of the warm-up match is Sun Yue, with Wang Shipeng as assistant coach, guest coach Jam Hsiao, and NBA superstar Wade Wade.

As for Jay Chou, he will appear in the final.

In the locker room, all the players were naturally very excited to see Wade again.

On the other hand, the Serbian youth team is already in the locker room, starting preparations for the game.

The players gathered together and the coach was explaining tactics to them.

As the team doctor, Linna was sitting aside with the other two team doctors.

The great master Kevin rarely comes to China and is invited by a club in the CBA to participate in guiding a player's Achilles tendon surgery. This time he will not appear in the warm-up match.

But even without Kevin, the remaining team medical team is still very good.

Miliash, a Serbian team doctor, looked at Lina and said very unconvinced: "Lina, among the Chinese team doctors, is there really such a powerful doctor who can be so praised by Kevin?"

Another team doctor Pantlic also questioned: "I think Kevin is exaggerating on purpose to teach us to be humble and cautious. It's not like I don't know the level of team doctors in China. I participated in the Imperial Capital Olympics back then and have seen it before.

He exaggerates."

After all, Kevin is an American, and they recognize his level, but there is always a natural barrier. The so-called people who are not my race must have different minds.

As for yesterday, Kevin's extremely high evaluation of a Chinese doctor made them very unhappy as they had never been praised by Kevin and were always called stupid.

Naturally, they did not dare to attack Kevin, but they had planted the idea in their hearts to come to the Slam Dunk team doctor today to have a good exchange of ideas. For this purpose, they also prepared several medical records in advance.

It would be better if they could teach the Chinese doctors that Kevin mentioned a lesson in their medical skills.

Of course, in addition to being dissatisfied with the medical skills, another factor was that when Lina mentioned the Chinese doctor, she, who was usually aloof, actually became shy.
Chapter completed!