Creaaak——

Another car stopped at the Rozzano Humanitarian Hospital in Milan.

This hospital is ranked at the top of the general hospital rankings due to its significant achievements in seven clinical fields.

Since Huang Kaiwen left San Siro, reporters have been rushing to the hospital.

Now, at the hospital entrance, Sky TV’s broadcast van is parked, and reporters are covering the accident that happened during today’s match.

The UEFA Champions League semi-finals are about to start.

The opponent is still the ball-dominant Barcelona.

Milan, as the last Italian team in the Champions League and Europa League, carries the hopes of the entire Apennine Peninsula.

In this summer without major tournaments, the UEFA Champions League title is the highest honor in world soccer.

Italian fans are going crazy.

Even though Guardiola said it’s not Volta’s fault, on Sampdoria’s way back, they were chased and cursed by many driving fans.

This situation will persist for a while.

Inside the hospital.

The doctor held the examination report and said: "There’s one piece of good news and one piece of bad news, which would you like to hear first?"

"Spit it out, don’t keep us in suspense, Giovanni."

Giovanni Nanni said irritably.

No one has the mood to play such games at this time.

Dr. Giovanni shrugged, necking and said: "Alright, really humorless guy. You know Kevin’s situation better than I do; his injury won’t affect his future career development."

"So how long does Kevin need to rest?"

Giovanni Nanni asked.

"Around twenty days for a full recovery."

The doctor said with a grim expression.

Because he knows what this means.

Giovanni Nanni fiercely waved his fist and cursed: "Damn, the coach might kill me."

"Don’t worry, Giovanni, Mr. Guardiola isn’t a bad person."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Giovanni Nanni rolled his eyes, as at his age, he can certainly see what kind of person Guardiola is.

Guardiola is the type who controls himself quite a bit.

But when it comes to critical moments, he can also lose his temper.

"I’m sure he’ll be worried sick, constantly asking how to make you recover more quickly."

Giovanni Nanni said helplessly.

If it takes twenty days to recover, Kevin will miss the first leg of the match.

Even the second leg won’t catch up.

This means that if AC Milan can get past Barca, Huang Kaiwen can play in the final, but if not, he will experience his first season without playing in a Champions League final.

Not only him or Guardiola, but even the players will feel immense pressure.

It’s not just for their own honor.

But also for Huang Kaiwen’s record.

Italy has a lot of passionate Huang Kaiwen fans.

If Huang Kaiwen really misses the final, the players won’t have a good time either.

After the doctor leaves, Giovanni Nanni says: "I need to call Pep first, I guess he’s already on his way."

"You go ahead."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

Giovanni Nanni had just walked out when the Milan players arrived at the hospital.

Inzaghi slapped his training suit and complained: "Damn reporters, blocked us at the entrance, otherwise we would have come in earlier."

"Why didn’t I see the coach?"

Huang Kaiwen asked curiously.

"The coach probably isn’t worried about you!"

Inzaghi said with schadenfreude.

"Stop talking nonsense, Filippo."

Kaka gave Inzaghi a push and said: "I feel the coach’s mood isn’t too good, he probably didn’t come because he was afraid of getting too emotional, I bet he’s already gone home."

"Is that so."

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

People who restrain their temper tend to explode more intensely.

After all, everyone’s flesh and blood, and as a coach of a major team, the accumulated pressure must find a way to be released.

"That guy actually set up a trap in the penalty area."

Ramos complained: "If I knew earlier, I wouldn’t have let him off."

Huang Kaiwen pointed at the TV in the hospital room and said: "Told you, I watched the replay, he didn’t do it on purpose."

This kind of thing is just an unfortunate coincidence, Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t really blame Volta.

The guy was made to look like a compass, and was even denied the chance to kick the turf in the penalty area to vent, wouldn’t that be too overbearing?

"Kevin, how long do you need to rest?"

Ambrosini squeezed into the hospital room and asked.

This is what the first team is most concerned about.

"About 20 days."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"1, 2, 3...20."

Gattuso counted on his fingers, Inzaghi was already sighing: "Sigh, Kevin won’t make it to the semi-final, and the coach doesn’t like me, Milan might get eliminated."

Gattuso didn’t even bother talking to him.

Because he was worried about the same things as what Inzaghi said.

Without Huang Kaiwen, it would be a huge blow to the team’s morale.

Looking at his disheartened teammates, Huang Kaiwen smiled and said: "Maybe I can recover early, you never know, I’ve often come back early from injuries before."

"Yes, we should trust Kevin."

Ramos said.

He’s determined to stick it out until the second leg, avoiding a red card in the first leg, waiting for Huang Kaiwen to return.

If Huang Kaiwen can’t return in the second leg, he’s ready to give Puyol a hard time during the match.

"You guys better leave, don’t affect Kevin’s rest."

Kaka waved them away.

Ramos followed to send the teammates out, immediately turning around to go back into the hospital room.

Kaka sighed, slapped his cheeks with both hands, and followed back in.

"What do we do now?"

Kaka said with a forced smile.

"Don’t talk about those things, it’s not like Kevin can decide it."