Sports Medicine Master System-Chapter 47: Overtraining

Not far away, John Amichie, the "English Poet," was doing weighted squats with a barbell on his shoulders. He was so startled by what Chen Yu was doing that he almost dropped the weight.

"Blimey!"

In his shock, the word just slipped out. He turned to the trainer beside him, Buddy Genet. "Buddy, did you see that? His hands are on fire."

Genet was equally dumbfounded. A shiver ran down his spine as he watched Chen Yu’s flaming hands repeatedly pat, push, and pull at Tracy McGrady’s shoulder.

’That has to hurt like hell!’

"Chen, are you okay?" Tracy McGrady’s voice trembled.

’What he really wanted to ask was, *Am I* going to be okay?’

Perhaps because the movements had been so fast, residual flames still flickered on his shoulder.

The faint blue flames danced on his skin, scaring him stiff.

"Relax," Chen Yu prompted. ’These muscles are as hard as a rock; I can barely work on them.’

Tracy McGrady felt like crying. ’How am I supposed to relax in a situation like this?’

But then, Tracy McGrady realized his shoulder didn’t feel the intense, burning pain he had expected.

It was just hot. A scalding heat.

And strangely enough, it was actually quite comfortable.

After just a few minutes, Chen Yu stopped. He then smoothly drew out several needles and performed acupuncture on various points around the shoulder, such as Jianliao and Jianzhen.

"That’s terrifying."

At some point, a few heads had appeared at the gym doorway. A bald Outlaw couldn’t help but mutter.

Monty nodded instinctively.

’He had already come to accept acupuncture; it was genuinely effective.’

’But setting someone on fire?’

’He was learning something new every day.’

"You guys should give it a try. It’s actually really helpful," Monty said, speaking up for Chen Yu as someone with firsthand experience.

Darrell Armstrong looked at Tracy McGrady, who was bristling with needles like a porcupine, and shivered. He quickly shook his head. "No way. I’m good."

Chen Yu removed the needles and had Houston wrap a towel around Tracy McGrady’s shoulder.

He couldn’t let it get cold right after the "wine fire" and acupuncture.

"How does it feel?" Chen Yu asked.

’Can I just say I was terrified?’ Tracy McGrady wondered. But after carefully assessing the feeling in his shoulder, he said in surprise, "It feels really warm, and that throbbing ache is gone."

He moved his shoulder slightly. The aching pain from the strain had almost completely vanished.

Houston’s eyes widened. ’No aching pain? That means it worked.’

He couldn’t help but glance at the medicinal wine in the bowl. ’This stuff can have a healing effect just by lighting it on fire and slapping it on someone?’

’I think I have half a bottle of whiskey in my locker.’

"That’s good." A few minutes later, Chen Yu took off the towel and began the massage.

With the Eye of All-Seeing activated, Chen Yu’s massage became far more targeted.

After performing so many massages, Chen Yu had gained some insights into the practice. From a biological standpoint, massage primarily served to loosen tissue, reduce muscle tone, and improve blood circulation.

Then there was the fascia, the fibrous tissue that enveloped the muscles. When a muscle was injured, the fascia would tighten and form knots. Massage could work out these knots, allowing the muscle to relax more fully.

With his Eye of All-Seeing, Chen Yu could clearly identify which blood vessels were damaged or blocked and where the fascia had developed adhesions and knots. He could then apply pressure with surgical precision to achieve a healing effect.

He could even adjust the intensity of the massage in real-time based on the feedback from the muscles.

It was a level of massage that no physical therapist in the world could ever hope to replicate.

With the System’s enhancement on top of all that, how could the results not be excellent?

The moment Chen Yu put his hands to work, Tracy McGrady immediately felt the difference.

Houston’s massages were often accompanied by a sharp pain, as if he were trying to stimulate the affected area by inflicting more pain.

Chen Yu’s massage, however, was different. The pressure was moderate, causing only a slight ache, and afterward, a pleasant, tingling numbness spread through the muscle, bringing an immediate sense of comfort.

Tracy McGrady glanced at Chen Yu. ’No wonder Hill trusts him so much,’ he thought. ’Compared to Billings, the difference in their medical skills is just massive.’

"Chen, your massage technique is different from anything I’ve felt before. The results are incredible," Tracy McGrady couldn’t help but say when Chen Yu stopped.

As he spoke, he raised his arm and said in disbelief, "It barely hurts at all now!"

Weisbrod’s eyes widened in spite of himself. ’The effects are that immediate?’

He was a former athlete himself—he used to play ice hockey.

And ice hockey was less about playing the game and more about fighting. Muscle bruises were a daily occurrence. He’d gotten a deep massage after every game, but he’d still be aching all over.

Nothing like with Chen Yu, where one massage made the pain disappear completely.

And if he remembered correctly, the pain had limited Tracy McGrady’s range of motion before; he hadn’t been able to raise his arm fully.

Staring at Chen Yu in disbelief, Weisbrod thought, ’Bringing him in was absolutely the right call. In hindsight, Gabriel should have put his complete trust in Chen Yu to treat Hill from the start. We could have avoided this whole mess.’

Beside them, Houston’s eyes were shining with excitement.

’Tracy McGrady said Chen Yu’s massage was "different," which was a polite way of saying it was better than his.’

’But he wasn’t angry in the slightest. In fact, it seemed perfectly normal to him.’

’The man’s medical skills were leagues ahead of his own.’

’He was actually getting excited. He knew Weisbrod wanted to hire Chen Yu as the team doctor. Initially, he’d been worried that if Chen Yu became the team doctor, he’d make things difficult for him.’

’But now, he felt that even if Chen Yu did give him a hard time, it would be worth it as long as he could learn a few of his techniques.’

"Don’t move."

Chen Yu then took out his moxibustion supplies.

Massage targeted the muscles and acupoints.

Moxibustion, on the other hand, targeted the meridians. Similar to infrared therapy, it could also stimulate blood vessels to dispel inflammatory factors, fatigue toxins, and the like.

Chen Yu thought of Wash. ’When I have some free time, I could write a few papers on these techniques, or even publish a book, to build up my reputation.’

Since he had already performed the "wine fire" treatment, he didn’t do any cupping.

But this was enough. With the addition of a medicinal plaster, that was a solid five experience points in the bag.

"Come to my clinic at this time tomorrow to continue your treatment," Chen Yu added.

Tracy McGrady nodded repeatedly. He gently moved his shoulder, his mood soaring. "Chen, your medical skills are incredible."

Chen Yu waved his hand nonchalantly and said to Weisbrod, "I’ll send you the bill later."

’This whole session has got to be worth at least two thousand US dollars.’

"Chen, you really won’t reconsider?" Weisbrod asked, his gaze intense.

’Compared to Billings, Chen Yu is a miracle worker.’

Chen Yu didn’t answer. Instead, he reminded Tracy McGrady to be mindful of his diet and rest schedule.

’These NBA players lived wild lives; very few were as self-disciplined as Hill.’

Spotting Monty in the distance, Chen Yu walked over and asked him how his knee was doing.

"Still hurts."

Chen Yu could already see the inflammation.

Chen Yu frowned. The Magic didn’t have a team doctor right now, so Monty’s inflammation could only be controlled with medication.

He was just about to tell him to come to his clinic the next day.

Chen Yu had to treat Hill and Hardaway in the morning, but he could free up some time to go to the clinic in the afternoon.

Just then, on the court in the distance, veteran Eliot Perry, who had a circle beard, suddenly dropped to the floor and vomited.

Everyone present rushed over.

Chen Yu walked over as well.

It wasn’t a huge problem—just stomach cramps induced by overtraining. A trainer was already helping him to the sideline to rest.

Pleasance showed little reaction, simply clapping his hands and signaling for everyone to continue training.

Chen Yu was starting to get annoyed.

’There was nothing wrong with training hard. What professional athlete didn’t make their living by training diligently and breaking through their own limits?’

’But there had to be a limit.’

’Excessive training wasn’t just ineffective; it would only damage the body.’

’Regardless, Chen Yu couldn’t stand by and watch this kind of training continue.’