Social Death Patient 023
For Pick, this day was like the end of the world for him.
There is a huge difference between the tenosynovitis caused by professional fighting and that caused by boxing. He found it difficult to accept the cause of his injury.
Pick: "Isn't this really an occupational disease from playing professionally?"
Ke Wen asked doubtfully, "After he was injured, his family took him to many hospitals both domestically and internationally. We had countless X-rays taken and met with many experts. The conclusion they reached was that it was an occupational injury accumulated from his long-term gaming career."
Pick: "I rarely have time to practice boxing. I'm usually so busy with training that I don't even get enough sleep. How can I possibly practice boxing every day? I only do it occasionally. How can I get tenosynovitis?"
As the two of them raised their questions, Mia was undoubtedly the most nervous.
She hoped extremely that Pick and Ke Wen were right, and expected Pick and Ke Wen to produce more evidence to prove that Bai Jiesui's diagnosis was wrong.
At the same time, she was also observing Bai Jiesui, hoping to find some loopholes in her expression.
The other guests each had their own thoughts and stood by, gossiping and complaining.
Shi Yuanjie: "I've been examined by doctors both domestically and internationally, and their diagnosis shouldn't be wrong."
Zhuo Qi: "I know a friend who has practiced boxing, but I've never heard of him having tenosynovitis."
Gan Bo didn't know much about boxing and e-sports, so he didn't express his opinion. He just nodded to show that he agreed with their point of view.
Bai Jiesui didn't pay attention to the people around her and focused on the conversation with Pick.
"Your long-term, high-intensity training makes you more susceptible to tenosynovitis than the average person. Three years ago, problems with your hands began to appear. You should have started seeking treatment, right?"
Pick: "I did receive treatment for a period of time. It was all routine treatment. My condition was not serious at the time, but it gradually became more serious later."
Bai Jiesui: "You already had a pre-existing hand injury, but due to the nature of your profession, you couldn't afford to rest for long periods of time. You had to continue high-intensity training while receiving treatment. Under these circumstances, you couldn't stand the online provocations and secretly took up boxing. Boxing is an intense sport, and each punch creates a significant impact on your hand, which caused your tenosynovitis to worsen, ultimately forcing you to give up professional sports."
Pick clenched his fists and lowered his head to think about it. After thinking about it for a long time, he was surprised to find that it seemed to be the case.
His hands used to occasionally swell, cramp, and tremble uncontrollably, but after a period of treatment, they would get better and he would be able to continue playing.
It wasn't until he decided to start boxing that his hands began to cramp, swell, and tremble more and more frequently. The treatment was less and less effective, and later on, it became difficult for him to finish a match or even a round.
In the end, everyone saw that the former hexagonal warrior P-God retired due to injury and left the e-sports stage in tears.
Bai Jiesui: "Did you tell your teammates and coach that you were training boxing privately?"
Pick was in a depressed mood and replied gloomily, "Of course I can't tell them, otherwise they'll just laugh at me. Besides, our manager, Zhou Paopi, is so good that Huang Shiren would bow down to him. If he knew I still had the energy to do other things after training, he would definitely drag me into the training room to continue training."
"Does your family know that you practice boxing?" Bai Jiesui asked Pick, but turned to look at Ke Wen.
Ke Wen shook his head decisively: "Today is the first time I heard that he actually practiced boxing secretly."
Look at Pick again, his cousin who is not presentable is really unbearable to look at.
"It's simply because he practiced so poorly. If he hadn't said it himself, no one would have known he had practiced at all."
Bai Jiesui continued to ask Pick: "If that's the case, then when you went for treatment, you didn't tell the doctor that you were secretly practicing boxing, right?"
"No, tell me everything." Ke Wen said.
Pick grabbed his hair in frustration: "I didn't think about it at all, I just thought it was an injury from playing professionally."
Bai Jiesui: "After you retired, you've been training at home quite a bit, boxing at least once a week, and the intensity of your gaming training hasn't decreased either. Over the past year, although you've been actively seeing doctors and looking for treatment options, your hand hasn't gotten any better. Am I right?"
Pick nodded heavily.
He has never given up on returning to the professional arena, so he cannot give up training. Nearly a year of retirement has made him further and further away from the professional arena. If he does not speed up training, this distance will eventually become a chasm, and returning to the professional arena will only become a delusion for him.
Bai Jiesui: "Now, let me answer your original question. Being able to play half a game with the condition of your hand is impressive, and something you should be proud of. I applaud you. I can see that you have great endurance. Even with the pain in your hand, you were able to grit your teeth and finish a game. Your mental state is also strong, and you're not worried about worsening your hand injury. But if you continue to torment your hand like this, you won't be able to play even half a game in the future."
Pick covered his face speechlessly, his mind replaying his ridiculous deeds.
My head was in a daze and it felt like a dream, a painful nightmare.
Fans in the e-sports circle have already started cursing.
[What the hell, Pick’s hand injury was caused by himself?]
[I'm completely broken. P-god, who scolded you? Leave me your ID and I'll help you fight back. I'm a fifth-degree judo master, so you don't need to practice it yourself.]
This is definitely the most speechless player retirement event in the entire esports world.
[Pick you stinking idiot, I'm going to scold you to death if the king comes today. Do you know how much your hands are worth? Is it really so bad? If you don't want your hands anymore, you can donate them.]
I was saying I picked someone so young, how come she’s already gone after just turning 20? It turns out it’s all her own fault, she’s made herself disposable.
Most people of Pick's age are still at the peak of their careers. Congratulations to Pick for entering retirement early [smile]
[You guys don't understand this, right? P God retired early and took a few detours a few years ago. Those lousy gamers don't understand at all. Picking is what it means to enjoy life.]
[I'm so pissed off early this morning, my blood pressure is rising. No, I have to get everyone from MON to come and scold Pick for being such an idiot.]
As an e-sports fan, it is impossible to bear such a thing. Everyone in the circle must know, especially Pick’s former club.
MON's base was silent at this time. Professional players basically had a reversed day and night schedule. They would go to bed at dawn and sleep until the afternoon.
During this period of time, the players in the base had just gone to bed and no one's live broadcast room was open. Under normal circumstances, it was impossible to contact any of them.
But as luck would have it, MON's captain Cookie woke up from hunger after sleeping for four hours. He planned to get up to find something to eat and then go back to sleep.
There is breakfast prepared by an aunt in the kitchen of the base. Because these young people have unstable schedules, food is always available in the kitchen.
Cookie was yawning, nibbling on the sauce-flavored pancake made by his aunt, and scrolling through his phone with sleepy eyes.
Suddenly, the phone seemed to be infected with a virus and started to flood with new messages.
There is a keyword in every message, pick.
Cookie had no intention of clicking in to see the video, because he could guess without even looking why netizens circled him and said pick. It must be that pick was commenting on a new event during the live broadcast, and he also scolded the players, and even scolded them.
They have played rather badly in recent games. There is no need to pick and choose who to criticize, as there are already quite a few people criticizing them online.
Professional gamers are used to being scolded and have seen enough insults, so unless there are special circumstances, no one will take the initiative to read insults against themselves online.
Not only does seeing discordant comments affect your mood, but even if you get angry and want to curse back, you can't do that. The rule of their team is that if you curse at fans, you will be fined 1,000 yuan.
So they are very conscious and most of the time they ignore online comments.
But the messages popped up too fast, and Cookie accidentally clicked on one of the new messages without paying attention.
Then I was forced to see Pick's miraculous deeds.
Cookie woke up immediately, and his sleepy eyes became clear.
After reading the contents, he was shocked no less than Pick himself.
He didn't even have time to eat his meal. He threw down the sauce-flavored pancake and ran upstairs, calling people from room to room.
Can't just let him know that Pick is a big idiot.
"Hurry up and get up, I have some shocking news!"
The team members had just fallen asleep when they were woken up and complained bitterly. They all covered their heads with quilts, expressing their refusal to get up with their actions.
Cookie pulled back CC's blanket and said, "Wake up quickly. I have some very important news for you."
CC wrapped himself in the quilt, and a muffled voice came from inside the quilt: "Even if the sky falls, wait until I wake up before I tell you."
"Are you sure you don't want to hear it?"
"I don't want to hear it. What kind of bullshit does it have to do with me? P-God can play better with his feet than me. Then let P-God play. I will give him the starting position immediately."
This incoherent speech and abrupt change of topic made it seem like he was half asleep.
Cookie: "...Did you go to the forum again last night and read a lot of posts cursing you?"
"I didn't curse at anyone. If you don't believe me, just look for yourself." CC threw his cell phone out of the quilt. The phone made a gurgling sound and almost fell to the ground.
Cookie put his phone on the bedside table for him: "Who wants to look at your phone? I want to get down to business. Hurry up and get up."
"I'm sleepy and can't get up." CC wrapped the quilt tighter.
Cookie looked at him for a moment from the bedside and asked, "Can't you even wake up after watching Pick's jokes?"
CC didn't move.
Cookie couldn't help but feel a little strange. Logically speaking, CC shouldn't be so calm when hearing Pick's name.
In the past, Pick had often spoken sarcastically about CC. CC's performance and play in every game were always belittled by Pick as worthless. CC had been unhappy about this for a long time and had been holding his breath. Even in the hazy moment just now, he had been retorting to Pick.
Cookie waited for a while, but CC still didn't respond.
He thought CC was really not interested. Although he couldn't understand why CC was not interested, he still didn't force CC and slowly turned around to leave.
He had just reached the door when he heard a "swish" sound behind him.
CC started so hard that Cookie found that he could actually hear the wind.
At this moment, CC was full of energy, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
His eyes widened, and his excitement seemed to become material, bubbling up from above his head.
"Whose joke is this?"
In the training room of MON base, all the members of the team, including the coach and manager, gathered in the morning for the first time.
After watching the video link sent by fans, everyone fell into silence for a long time. It seemed that everyone was stunned by Pick and couldn't think of words to describe their feelings at the moment.
CC was trying to laugh at the joke, but in the end he found that he couldn't laugh at all and was so angry that he almost died.
"What kind of idiot is P-God? Is his brain a paramecium? How could he do such a stupid thing?"
The coach looked up at the sky in silence: "Why didn't I realize that he was doing this behind my back? If I had discovered it earlier, maybe Pick wouldn't have retired so early and could still be playing now."
Team member Ah Chong said: "If he were here, we would definitely play better this season, and he wouldn't have to just watch the live broadcast at home."
Cookie: "It's all my fault. When I lived next door to him, I occasionally heard the sound of boxing in his room, but I didn't take it seriously. I thought he was under a lot of pressure and was venting his emotions."
"Don't feel sorry for him. He brought this upon himself. It's not any of your fault." The team manager stood at the outermost edge with his hands on his hips, looking very angry.
Team member Dabing angrily pounded the table: "Can I take a day off today? I want to buy a plane ticket and fly to P-God. I can't help it. I really want to beat him up today."
The manager said, "Buy it, I'll go too."
"Ah?" Dabing just said it casually to express his emotions at the moment. He never thought that he would hear the approval of the team manager.
You have to know that it is very difficult for them to ask for leave. They should be thankful if they can have one day off a month. Most teams only have one day off every four to five months, or even half a year.
There is no way around it. Professional players’ achievements are the result of time. You think you have worked hard enough, but often your opponents work harder than you.
They don’t want to be left behind by their opponents, nor do they want to hold their teammates back, so many of them don’t take vacations and only ask for a day off when something really happens.
The coach frowned: "Are you serious, Lao Zhou?"
The team manager glanced at the young people around him and said, "If you want to go, go. I'll reimburse you. If you don't want to go, you can stay and train."
His words made all the young team members eager to go, and they all raised their hands and said they wanted to go.
The coach was clear-headed and quickly stopped the team manager: "No, Lao Zhou, what's wrong with you? Why are you leaving? Aren't you training today?"
Team manager: "Relationships with former teammates are also part of training. Just because Pick retired doesn't mean we shouldn't treat him as one of our own. Besides, look at these guys in front of you. Is there anyone who can concentrate on training today?"
Several team members nodded in agreement.
"My hands are itching to play today. I can't play the game without beating up P God."
"When I come back from playing pick, I can livestream my training for 20 hours straight."
"I can't calm down right now. I have so much anger in my heart that I have to vent it, otherwise I might end up cursing netizens later."
Several people were rubbing their hands in preparation, their minds clearly drifting away.
The coach first glared at the team manager, held his forehead with a headache, and finally had to compromise.
"That's fine, but let me be frank. There will be no vacation time in the second half of the year. No one is allowed to ask me for leave."
The team members didn’t care whether they had any holidays in the second half of the year and happily ran upstairs to change their clothes.
The coach shook his head helplessly. Then he heard the team manager, who was booking tickets, gnashing his teeth and muttering bitterly, "How dare you say I'm Zhou Paopi? Huang Shiren would bow down to me? I'll show that bastard Pick the real Zhou Paopi."
“…” The coach sighed silently.
Pick, you're on your own.
Pick, who was at the recording site of the program, didn't know that his time was coming to an end.
However, his current situation is not much better. He is full of doubts about society and himself.
He actually ruined his own career path with his own hands.
If you tell others about it, you will be laughed to death.
No, someone must be laughing at him now.
He grabbed his hair in agony, wishing he could find a hole to hide in, or even more so, travel back in time and slap his idiot self twice.
Many people at the recording site were speechless, and those who had watched a little e-sports were even more speechless.
It was a rare sight for Ke Wen to see his cousin so upset, so he consoled him, saying, "Don't be sad. Cooperate with the rehabilitation doctor and stop fidgeting with your hand. Perhaps there will be hope for recovery in the future."
Pick looked desperate. "But I can't wait. Even if I recover completely after a year or two of treatment, my hands will be rusty. Besides, every rehabilitation doctor says that I can only recover basic functions and won't be able to handle the intensity of professional training."
Ke Wen was speechless and amused by him: "You're already like this, what else do you want? Do you think you can go back to playing professionally if you continue to struggle?"
Pick muttered unwillingly: "I can't even be sad for a moment."
As he spoke, he glanced at the white mustard spike, and suddenly, as if he saw hope, he spoke tentatively.
"Besides, what if our Teacher Bai has a plan that can heal my hand and allow me to continue playing professionally, right, Teacher Bai?"
Pick was not completely sure because he had seen too many rehabilitation specialists, but so far he had not found anyone who was sure that he could completely cure him.
But after asking, he couldn't help but expect Bai Jiesui's answer.
In a flash, he even thought that as long as his hand could be fully recovered, he would accept treatment even if it took a year or two.
He will only be 21 by then, and if he seizes the time to train, there is still hope that he can return to the professional arena.
The more he thought about it, the more he looked forward to White Mustard's answer.
Bai Jiesui thought carefully and said, "It's not difficult to heal your hand. The difficult part is being able to continue playing the profession at a high intensity after the treatment."
After hearing these words, Pick's heart sank.
This sentence was very familiar to him. Several rehabilitation doctors had told him the same thing. In short, they told him to focus on his treatment, and when he retired, he retired, and not to think about playing professionally anymore.
Pick's mood fell again, and he found that Bai Jiesui had only said half of what he wanted to say.
Bai Jiesui looked at him calmly, a faint smile on her lips: "Although it is difficult, it does not mean that it cannot be cured."
Not only Pick thought he had misheard, Ke Wen also wondered if he was hallucinating.
Ke Wen: "Teacher Xiaobai, is there really a chance that his hand can be cured? That's to the extent that he wants to continue playing professionally."
Bai Jiesui: "As long as he cooperates with the treatment, I can guarantee that he can continue to play professionally."
"I promise to cooperate with the treatment." Pick couldn't help but blurt out, and then he licked his dry lips nervously, "Teacher Bai, you are not teasing me, are you?"
Bai Jiesui: "Fooling patients is extremely unprofessional. Such people are not qualified to be doctors."
Mia, who was standing next to him, was startled when she heard this, and felt that Bai Jiesui's words were a veiled attack.
"I know, I know," Pick nodded hurriedly, "I promise to actively cooperate with the treatment."
Bai Jiesui: "But I told you in advance that the entire treatment will take a long time. This is an old injury that has accumulated over many years, and your body needs a period of recovery."
Pick suddenly felt unsure. If the treatment would take two or three years, he didn't know if he could afford it.
He asked nervously, "How long will the treatment take?"
Bai Jiesui: "You can't rush to cure an illness. I know you're anxious, but no matter how anxious you are, you have to endure it for these two months."
"It's not that I can't wait, but two months is too long..." Pick's voice became softer as he realized something was wrong.
Bai Jiesui: "If you can't bear it for two months, then I'm helpless. You should find another doctor."
Pick realized it belatedly and couldn't help but widen his eyes in ecstasy.
"Two months! Two months! Really two months!"
White mustard spike nodded.
Pick immediately jumped up from his chair and went around sharing his joy with others like a monkey that had reverted to its original form.
"Two months! Just wait another two months and I can go back to training like before!"
[I can’t bear to look at this idiot P-god. How can he be so stupid and foolish? I used to be his fan, but now I can no longer look at P-god with the same eyes as before.]
What kind of a sudden turn of events is this? Even I was happy for Pick and couldn't help but regress to my roots.
[Holy shit! I'm shocked. Did I hear that correctly? Pick has a chance to return to the professional arena?]
Is this Chinese medicine lady so amazing? Rehabilitation doctors both domestically and internationally haven't been able to cure him, yet she claims she can get Pick back on the professional court in just two months?
[Whether it is a mule or a horse, just wait and see P God in two months]
I don't think Teacher Xiaobai would fool Pick. If she wasn't sure, she would just not help Pick. There's no need to dig a hole for herself.
I can't wait for P-God's good news in two months. This is P-God!
Bai Jiesui: "During the treatment, you cannot play any games, not even a single game, and you cannot pick up any heavy objects. Anything over two kilograms is considered heavy."
"Don't worry, I can definitely hold it in. Just think of it as a long vacation for myself." Pick agreed readily.
Bai Jiesui: "Also, different needles will be used during your treatment, so it will be a little painful. But I'm not worried about you. After all, you can still persevere and finish the game even with tenosynovitis."
Pick thought it was a compliment to him and was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.
"Teacher Bai, feel free to stab me. I'm not afraid of the pain."
The members of the MON team were on their way to the airport. In the car, Dabing was holding a tablet and playing the live broadcast of "Healthy Life".
Before going out, everyone was in high spirits, ready to go pick a game to vent their anger, the frustration they had been holding in their hearts for a year.
As a result, the situation suddenly changed before we even reached the airport.
Cookie: "Are we going to beat him up later?"
Ah Chong: "It's over. I'm a little happy now. I may not be able to play it anymore."
Dabing scratched his head and said, "I feel like I'll be so happy to see him that I can't stop smiling. This is such a happy event."
CC stared out the window and hummed twice, but didn't express any opinion.
Coach: "It's a happy occasion for both Pick and us. I'll order a meal in advance so we can celebrate. It's been a while since we've been together. I'll treat you tonight, so feel free to order whatever you want."
The team members were naturally overjoyed and rushed to order food.
"Wait a moment." The team manager cleared his throat.
The car immediately became quiet, and the team members all looked at him.
The team manager said seriously, "Let's play first, and then we can talk about celebrating after the game."
The team members thought about it and felt that what the manager said made some sense. Although they were happy, they still had to vent their anger.
The team manager snorted. He couldn't just let it go if someone dared to slander his handsome figure and majestic image outside and say that he was a scoundrel.
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