Chapter 7

Gassama stopped moving, knowing he could no longer prevent Tang Jue's shot. Now, the only thing he should do was to use his hands to protect the vital parts of his body.

Isaac looked at Tang Jue's back in horror. This sick body, at this moment, actually displayed such powerful strength. What kind of person is this? How can he be so strong, doesn't he care about his life?

The players on the white team felt a surge of emotion at this moment. This was their teammate, who, under the severe illness, refused to bow down and lament, determined to fight against his body and fate!

"Slap!" A crisp sound. Tang Jue's right ankle struck the middle of the soccer ball fiercely.

To the players on the white team, this was a loud sound, as if it shattered the hand of fate. It echoed like a grand bell across the entire field,震撼人心.

To the players on the blue team, this was a loud sound, because when Tang Jue shot, his momentum was like that of a great general on an ancient battlefield, swinging a large sword, charging forward without hesitation!

The soccer ball whistled like a cannonball, flying towards the goal with a powerful momentum. The strongly spinning soccer ball stirred up a gust of wind. The soccer ball seemed to be telling the world that it would crush anyone who stood in its way.

It was like the large sword in the hands of a great general on an ancient battlefield, determined to charge forward until it drilled into the net!

The soccer ball passed by Gassama's ear, and Gassama instinctively turned his head. The soccer ball passed Ali Sissoto, who had a blank look with fear in his eyes.

The soccer ball flew over the goalkeeper, who did not make any move. Because the speed of the soccer ball was too fast, he did not have time to make a save. He only saw a flash of white light, like a bolt of lightning. Then he heard the "swoosh! swoosh!..." sound, which was the soccer ball spinning in the net.

The right winger Harry Rovello was the first to cheer, letting out a howl. Because after the pass, he thought the ball was not passed well, but who knew it would accidentally create an opportunity for Tang Jue to take a volley. More importantly, Tang Jue not only completed the shot, but the ball also went in!

A volley is extremely difficult!

Tang Jue's shot this time could be said to have amazed everyone!

The emotions of the white team players were ignited. Such a beautiful goal would make anyone exclaim. Tang Jue was their teammate, and at this moment, their hearts were connected. So, they howled like a pack of young wolves!

They ran excitedly to Tang Jue's side, intending to give him a bear hug. However, they just surrounded him, looking from a distance like a cluster of stars surrounding the moon!

Tang Jue's face showed an unhealthy flush, his eyes became crescent moons, indicating he was smiling. His chest rose and fell rapidly and irregularly, showing that his body had reached its limit.

Pintoli's face was excited; this was his carefully trained disciple. With such a stunning performance, how could he not be excited? After the excitement, he looked at Tang Jue and muttered, "Is this his swan song?"

Gassama clapped, the shot was too amazing. Isaac clapped, this guy was too strong, even in such a condition, he was still fighting, it was as if he didn't care about his life.

Then, everyone on the field clapped!

The scene of Tang Jue's volley was deeply etched in their minds. Besides the spectacular volley itself, there was also Tang Jue's strong, almost reckless spirit, which moved them and became the driving force for their progress.

Benzema and Ben Arfa made rapid progress after this. The two represented France three years later and won the European U17 championship. They, along with two other players, were known as the "Four Little Swans." Benzema entered the first team three years later, starting in the Ligue 1 at less than seventeen years old.

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In the following game, Benzema completed a hat-trick. Harry Rovello helped the white team score a goal, and the final score was 5-3, with the white team winning.

After the game, Benzema took out a PS from his sports bag and handed it to Tang Jue. Tang Jue shook his head and did not take it. Benzema asked curiously, "Why?"

Tang Jue smiled and said, "If you give it to me today, I'll have to make a special trip to return it to you later."

Benzema thought about it and understood. Making a trip was not a big deal, but the important thing was that Tang Jue could no longer play soccer. Watching his former teammates run on the green field was too painful for him.

Benzema patted Tang Jue's shoulder and said, "Tang, the situation may not be that bad. I believe you will overcome the illness and return to the field."

Pintoli handed the test report to Tang Jue, instructing him to get treatment quickly and saying some words of blessing.

Waving goodbye, Tang Jue left the Lyon training base with everyone's blessings, leaving the green field!

Tang Jue spat on the grass by the roadside, looking at the road with determination and said, "I will definitely come back!"

Opening the test report in his hand, Tang Jue's eyes stopped at the last line: "Mitral valve regurgitation, surgery recommended. Left kidney failure, kidney transplant recommended."

Tang Jue's brows furrowed, and his face had returned to normal. If it were any other fourteen-year-old, their face would be pale at this moment. The heart and kidneys are important internal organs of the human body and are closely related to sports. Any problem with these organs would prevent intense exercise.

Unfortunately, Tang Jue had problems with both organs.

In his previous life, these diseases were not considered serious. A single gene drug could completely solve the problem. From Pintoli and his teammates' expressions, it seemed like a terminal illness. If the supercomputer "Xiaofeifei" were here, this would not be a problem. Sigh...

Still, there is a lack of information. Yes, I should first understand how people in this era deal with these diseases.

Back home, Tang Jue went straight to his room, turned on the computer, and started searching. Mitral valve surgery has a relatively low risk and costs about 100,000 francs. Kidney transplant surgery is more complicated; first, you need to apply for a kidney source, then do a match, and only if the match is successful can the surgery be performed. After the transplant, there may be rejection. This surgery costs 200,000 francs.

Surgery?

Money?

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At 8:30 PM, after all the guests had left, the family gathered around the dining table for dinner. At the table were the three family members and the server, Xiaocui, making a total of four people. Father Tang Yuantian, 42 years old, looked like a 50-year-old man due to the pressure of life. Mother Chen Xiue, who looked like she was in her forties, was actually less than 40 years old.

Tang Yuantian was both the owner and the chef of the restaurant. The restaurant was not large, with only five tables. To save costs, they did not hire a chef and only hired a server, Xiaocui. Xiaocui, 18 years old, was from Sichuan, her hometown. Chen Xiue was both Tang Yuantian's kitchen helper and a server.

Xiaocui had a round face, big eyes, and two braids. Her body had already developed, exuding a youthful vitality. Tang Jue looked at Xiaocui's full chest, and a hint of heat appeared in his mind.

Tang Jue carefully analyzed the information in his mind. It turned out that the original owner of this body had a vague affection for Xiaocui. Tang Jue chuckled to himself: The first person the founder secretly liked was a server.