The years I played football at Real Madrid

Chapter 158 Surgery

We won the first leg of the Champions League. Everyone was very happy, but it was not ecstasy. We were used to it. In a game with James, it would be surprising to lose.

The most gratifying thing about this game is the growth of Cyril. Cyril gradually has the feeling of a nominated star, but he still lacks a little teamwork. James plans to practice with them later, and he talked with his teammates for a long time.

The strange thing is that after so long, Allen still has no feeling of going back to that world. He is still attached to James, unable to move or speak. Watching James and his teammates laughing and playing, celebrating winning the game, and watching Watching James sneaking a green macaron at night, and finally witnessing James swearing and swearing to lie to Cyril, pretending that he still has a meeting at the club but sneaking out.

It turned out that James with Cyril looked like this.

His James is a bit funny, but Cyril's James is soft and warm.

Allen thought it was a little funny.

But soon, James came to a private hospital, and he couldn't laugh anymore.It was a private hospital with high privacy, very quiet, and obviously only served people of special classes.Once a player avoids the team doctor and comes to a private hospital for examination, he must be suffering from a serious illness or serious injury.

Allen also became nervous.

The doctor showed James the last inspection list, which was densely packed, and there were data graphs, with some arrows pointing down and some pointing up.There are too many professional terms in it, and Allen didn't understand it. I don't know if James understands the data, but Allen can feel that James is feeling heavy now.

"It can't be delayed any longer. An operation must be performed within two months." The doctor said, "The longer it takes, the more dangerous the operation will be for you."

James gently wiped the sweat off his nose and said, "Didn't you say it was a year ago?"

"But you have been in a coma occasionally." The doctor said, "After our examination, we found that your current lesion has not lasted for less than a year."

"You guys are always changing. Do you wait until the surgery is over before you tell me, 'Sir, I told you there was a 45 chance of success, now it's 0'? I can't bet my life on these changes .”

The doctor said nothing, and James was silent, tapping and tapping on the table with his fingers.

"So I might not see my son's birth." James sighed.

"Don't be too depressed, James, you are strong and young, and the chance of success of the operation is very high." The doctor comforted him.

"It's also possible to die on the hospital bed. The skull is still smashed by you." James said, "Please, even if the operation fails, I will sew my head up, okay?"

The doctor nodded, "Sew a nicer one."

"Tie another bow on the tail, thank you."

The two looked like they were old friends.

Allen didn't know what the situation was now, how he was doing well, and suddenly said that he was going to have an operation. Was James sick?Why have you never heard of him?

James looked a little sleepy, no longer as strong and decisive as he was on the court before, he sat on the sofa, sinking deeply in it, as if only this could support his pressure.

He had an operation, and he had to do it as soon as possible, and the mortality rate was very high, but if he didn't do it, he would definitely die soon.James can only choose to face it.

"I'm going to have surgery, but not now." James said, "You get me some medicine, I'll take it for a while, and I'll come to you again if it doesn't work. The season is coming to an end soon, so let me finish mine well." Career, holding a cup or something. And that little bastard Cyril has just started to take the lead, and I have to work hard to teach him."

The doctor said: "Yes, but this drug is not allowed to be used on athletes. You know, illegal drugs will be found out."

James said: "Give it to me, I'll be careful, no one should check me."

When James first debuted, everyone was surprised where this beast came from. Basically, every game asked him to test him to see if he had taken any doping, but after a long time, everyone wondered about everything. I can't find it, so I can only admit that he is really born to be barbaric.

Later, James was famous all over the world, and he was the top card of the team again. No one would name him anymore.As of this year, James has not been tested for almost 5 years, so he still has a little confidence to hide it.

The good days had just begun, how could he be willing to leave.

Treatment, treatment must be done. He will have surgery when the season is over. I hope it will not be too late.

"But I still want to tell you, you don't have to do this operation, let the tumor in your brain grow, it will oppress your nerves, you will lose your sexual interest, lose your hair, suffer from insomnia, have unbearable headaches, and suddenly Coma, and some hallucinations. Unless you take it off, it just keeps getting bigger and bigger, and eventually it's impossible to take it off."

Was it a brain tumor?

Allen was completely dumbfounded.He only heard that this disease is very difficult to treat, and most people die very quickly.James... Will he die?If James died, what about Cyril?Will his James disappear?

Allen shivered at the thought of this possibility.

"Come on, man, I just made a young, beautiful, vivacious and clingy boyfriend." James smiled, "He is the person I worry about the most in the world. I used to not be afraid of death, but now I have He, I'm afraid of death. I know it's terrible, believe me, I will come to you again soon. Because I'm afraid that for the rest of his life, I won't be able to accompany him to grow old."

Having said that, Cyril's phone call came.

James smiled and pursed his lips, with a doting look on his face.He got on the phone, and Cyril was very angry, "Where are you now? Don't try to lie to me, I already asked David, and he said you left long ago, driving your broken car! Didn't you follow Did I say you were in a meeting? Huh? Lied to me? You foolish fool, eat white water chicken breast when you come back!"

James smiled, maybe he didn't have the slightest panic of being caught, Cyril felt wrong, "What are you laughing at?"

"Cyril, I love you," James said.

Cyril stuttered all of a sudden, "Yes, yes, I, I love you too, James." James never easily said that he loved Cyril, and even if he did, it was a rare case, so Cyril was somewhat Novelty, and couldn't help but blush.

When the doctor heard the name, he thought of something, and the expression on his face was like eating shit.

James was still smiling. "I was going to give you a surprise. But if you insist on finding out my whereabouts, forget it. There will be no such surprise. I will go home honestly right away. When I go home I'll bring you ice cream by the way."

"Don't!" Cyril said anxiously, "I don't know anything, I didn't hear anything, right! I didn't call at all, you got it wrong!" Then he hung up the phone suddenly.

"...So, Cyril is that young and lovely boyfriend?" The doctor shook his head speechlessly.

"Wrong, I only said young, beautiful and lively and clingy, I didn't say cute. He is cute in my heart, you are not allowed to say." James said domineeringly.

The doctor raised his hands in surrender, and when he sent him back, he told him again, "You must come to the operation as soon as possible, James. Your condition is deteriorating very quickly."

"Okay," James said, "as soon as I can."

It was already 9 o'clock in the evening when he got home, the house was brightly lit, and Cyril was waiting for him.

James saw his reflection at the door, hesitated, and didn't go in immediately.He stood outside the door and looked at Cyril through the glass window for a long time.

Allen doesn't know what James' mood is now, but he knows that James is in a very bad mood now, as if he is about to cry.

But James still didn't cry, because he saw Cyril wearing a high-end suit, tie, and combed his hair, very formal.

Cyril was speaking into the air, probably practicing some dialogue, because James heard him say, 'I would, James, I would marry you! ’, and after a while, he made a condition to the air, ‘Yes, I just have one request, stay away from those little vixens around you, I know you are the best.Yes, I love you too, James. ''Yes, twice a week, once for half an hour, no less! '

James wanted to laugh, his eyes were moist, he stood for a while, then turned and left.

Where is he going?Allen didn't understand.Is James leaving Cyril?

No, no, James just pulled a red rose from the garden of the top Atletico Madrid house next door. It has just opened, it is bright and beautiful.

James carefully packed the thorns of this bouquet of roses, making sure that Cyril would not be bayoneted later, then carried it behind his back, and took out a ring from his trouser pocket.

He has prepared this ring for a long time.

On the way, he once thought of giving up and wanting to separate from Cyril, so as to avoid the pain that his failed operation would bring to Cyril.The ring was also squeezed in his hand and almost was thrown on the road.

But he still didn't.

He let out a long breath, as if lamenting his despicable selfishness.But he went forward anyway and opened the door. "Cyril, I have something to ask for your permission."

"What?" Cyril's cheeks were reddish, and he looked at James blankly, like a fool.

"marry me."

James got down on one knee, took out roses from behind his back, and presented a ring. "I swear to wait for me..."

Before he finished speaking, Cyril was already impatient.

"Ah, yes. Yes!" Cyril laughed silly, "Okay, let's get married!"

He forgot all the conversations he had drafted before, and only knew that he would rush to hug James and kiss him, covering his head and face.James was slobbered by him, still smiling, held his hand, and put on the ring for him.

Cyril cried happily. He had been looking forward to this day for too long, "Thank you, James, thank you for loving me too."

All James returned was a tender kiss. "Cyril." The rest of the sigh was inaudible.