Sports Medicine Master System

Chapter 416: Chapter 353: You Need to Apologize to Him

The police formed a human wall, protecting Michael Jackson.

Two bodyguards stood like sentinels in front of him. The fans who had rushed over to support Michael Jackson formed a line, passing through the human wall one by one to get his autograph.

For those with camera phones, Kevin, standing nearby, would step in as a photographer to help them get a picture with him.

As they left, Michael Jackson would smile and offer a kind word.

The bolder ones would even ask for a hug.

Michael Jackson wouldn’t refuse, smiling as he obliged.

After hugging Michael Jackson, one young girl’s breathing grew ragged, and she looked like she was about to faint from happiness on the spot.

Everything was so harmonious.

Chen Yu noticed a smile gradually appearing on Michael Jackson’s face.

He loved children to make up for his own lost childhood, but he loved his fans even more. Music was his everything, and he couldn’t have achieved what he had without their support.

Just then, the harmony was shattered.

"Go die, you pervert!" The shout was sharp and piercing.

The next moment, a shoe came flying from the crowd of haters who were held back behind the police line.

It startled all the officers present; one even subconsciously reached for his gun.

The shoe hit a bodyguard, not Michael Jackson.

But the sudden attack triggered chaos.

The haters cheered, and a torrent of foul language erupted.

The fans, beside themselves with anger, shouted back in response.

The faces of the nearby reporters were twisted with excitement. Every camera turned to face the scene.

The two bodyguards immediately moved forward, shielding Michael Jackson to lead him away.

Kevin also spread his arms, shielding him like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

In the panic, a female fan was pushed to the ground and screamed in pain.

The cacophony of sounds was a disaster.

With quick eyes and hands, Chen Yu grabbed a megaphone. "SHUT UP!" he bellowed, the piercing sound instantly silencing the commotion.

Taking advantage of the lull, the police quickly brought the scene under control.

"Dr. Chen, we need to go, now!" Kevin said urgently. He was kicking himself. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

He could already imagine tomorrow’s headlines. They wouldn’t report that Michael Jackson was attacked by haters; they would write that Michael Jackson provoked the conflict, got into a shouting match with fans, and caused the chaos.

"Why should we leave? We can’t leave now," Chen Yu refused, his expression serious.

Chen Yu noticed that the light had gone out of Michael Jackson’s eyes. He even seemed to be blaming himself.

’The chaos, and the fact that someone had been injured... it’s all because of me.’

"Chen, let’s just go," Michael Jackson said softly.

Chen Yu shook his head again. "We can go. But before we do, they need to apologize to you."

Without another word, Chen Yu walked to the front of the police line and faced the crowd of haters.

There were quite a few of them. Held back by the police, they still wore defiant expressions, shouting relentlessly.

Not far away, a single shoe lay on the ground.

"Who threw the shoe?" Chen Yu demanded loudly into the megaphone.

No one answered. Instead, they all looked like they were enjoying the show.

"What, you have the guts to do it but not to admit it? Or do you think we don’t know who you are?" Chen Yu’s gaze swept over the crowd’s feet.

’Let’s see you try to hide that you’re missing a shoe.’

"It was me!"

A middle-aged man in the crowd, seemingly aware he couldn’t hide, stepped forward.

He was a white man in his forties, slightly overweight, wearing a plaid shirt—the very picture of an average American.

"I’m the one who threw it, so what? He’s a pervert! He should die!" the middle-aged man roared, pointing at Michael Jackson.

He acted as if he were some kind of hero proclaiming justice.

The surrounding haters, playing along, applauded and cheered for him, making him even more smug.

"You need to apologize," Chen Yu said, looking at him calmly.

All eyes focused on Chen Yu.

The middle-aged man scoffed. "Make me apologize to a damn pervert? Over my dead body. And who are you? A cop? I don’t know you. Besides, what right do you have to make me apologize? Not even the police can do that."

He glanced at the police officers next to him, his eyes taunting them with a ’go on, arrest me if you dare’ look.

A nearby officer subconsciously reached for his waist. If his partner hadn’t held his arm down, he might have already drawn his gun.

Just then, the man’s companion came forward, tugged his arm, and shot Chen Yu a look, shaking his head slightly and whispering something to him.

The middle-aged man’s expression changed slightly. He only then noticed that after he had spoken, hardly anyone in the crowd had backed him up.

Many people had recognized Chen Yu.

In Phoenix, Chen Yu was no nobody.

As the team doctor, he had brought Phoenix its first championship trophy.

The Chen-Hill Memorial Clinic had single-handedly raised the standard of medical care in Phoenix. In last year’s ranking of medical institutions in the United States, Chen Yu’s clinic had even made the list, coming in at 26th place.

This ranking was purely held back by the clinic’s small size and the fact that it was a specialized clinic.

But Chen Yu’s clinic was number one in the nation for orthopedics.

More importantly, Chen Yu often held free clinics in Phoenix. Over three years, he had helped countless people.

Therefore, in Phoenix, Chen Yu was a doctor with prestige, status, and the deep respect of the city’s residents.

Seeing Chen Yu staring at him without blinking, the middle-aged man’s bravado faltered. He yelled, "You’re a doctor! What does this have to do with you? Get lost."

Chen Yu pointed at Michael Jackson behind him.

"He is my friend, and he is also my patient. You tell me if it has anything to do with me."

Behind him, shielded by Kevin and the bodyguards, the pained expression on Michael Jackson’s face changed. When he heard Chen Yu say "He is my friend," he abruptly looked up. Seeing Chen Yu standing alone against a crowd of dozens, a spark of life returned to his eyes.

Chen Yu continued, "I’m not a police officer or a judge. I can’t force you to do anything. I’m just a doctor. There’s not much I can do, other than... adding you to my clinic’s list of unwelcome persons."

"Tch!"

Before Chen Yu could finish, the middle-aged man cut him off with a sneer.

With so many people watching, he seemed to feel he’d lost some ground and arrogantly added, "A crappy little clinic? There are plenty of hospitals. Who the hell needs to go to your clinic?"

Chen Yu chuckled.

"Fine. Like you said, there are plenty of hospitals. But when you develop avascular necrosis of the femoral head, can’t get it cured, end up disabled, lose your job, lose your source of income, can’t pay your mortgage, and you and your family are reduced to living on welfare, please don’t come looking for me. Because I won’t treat a bastard who doesn’t know how to respect others."

Chen Yu was just a doctor; he couldn’t force someone to apologize.

’But does this bastard really not know how costly a major illness is in the United States?’

Go ask anyone on the street how homeless people become homeless. If the number one reason is their wife cheating on them, then getting a major illness, being unable to pay the bills, and getting screwed by an insurance company definitely ranks second.

The middle-aged man’s face changed dramatically.

The eyes of the surrounding crowd immediately focused on him.

"You... What do you mean? What avascular necrosis?" The middle-aged man subconsciously touched his left groin.

Chen Yu ignored him and walked straight toward the group of reporters.

He scanned the group and his eyes locked onto one person.

"Snow, I hope that when I wake up tomorrow morning and watch your morning news, the report is about an overzealous fan trying to attack Michael, not some other nonsense."

The reporter who was called out paled slightly.

"Chen, what do you mean by that? You know me, I only report the facts."

"Report the facts? Are you sure?" Chen Yu scoffed. "Then who was it in January that used a blurry photo of a meeting to claim that Shaq was cheating?"

Snow’s face turned green. He stammered, not knowing how to respond.

"Dr. Chen, what did you mean just now? Is my leg pain because of avascular necrosis? What should I do? Do I need surgery?" From behind, the middle-aged man pushed his way over, asking anxiously.

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He was in pain. His leg had been hurting constantly, but he had been too busy with work to get it checked.

Chen Yu ignored him, still staring at Snow. "Snow, I’m not asking for much, just a fair report. What, do I have to call Graham to confirm?"

This guy was from KTVW Television. Coincidentally, Chen Yu knew the head of their station, Graham. Chen Yu had helped treat his youngest son’s congenital scoliosis.

Snow’s face changed again. He frantically shook his head, then nodded.

Chen Yu then looked at the other reporters present.

"Chen, don’t worry, we’ll definitely report on it fairly," one reporter immediately declared.

By now, the middle-aged man behind him was in a full-blown panic.

’Avascular necrosis... a serious illness that could leave him disabled. He did manual labor for a living. If he became disabled and lost his ability to work, he’d lose his job, his insurance would be cut off... It would probably be just as Chen Yu said: one major illness would bankrupt him.’

"Dr. Chen," he called out Chen Yu’s name repeatedly.

His companion got anxious too and stepped forward, shouting, "Dr. Chen, Morris didn’t mean it! Is he really sick? Can you treat him? He has three kids! Morris, hurry up and apologize to Dr. Chen!"

He urged the middle-aged man frantically.

The surrounding haters had all fallen silent. Many were even looking at the middle-aged man with pity.

No one doubted Chen Yu’s words.

He was a medical authority!

Most importantly, anyone who knew about Chen Yu knew that when he held his free clinics, he could often diagnose a person’s illness without an examination, and he was never wrong.

If Chen Yu said the man had avascular necrosis, then he had it.

And for orthopedic diseases, if you wanted a complete cure, Chen Yu was the undisputed best choice in the United States, and even the world.

The middle-aged man named Morris was truly desperate now. He jumped up and down, yelling at the police blocking his way, "What are you stopping me for? I need to go apologize!"

He broke through the police line and anxiously blocked Chen Yu’s path.

"Over there."

Chen Yu pointed at Michael Jackson.

Morris didn’t have time to think. He rushed in front of Michael Jackson, gave a deep, sincere bow, and then pleaded frantically, "Michael, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have cursed at you and thrown my shoe at you. It’s all because of that damn media, they’re the ones who said bad things about you. I was so stupid to believe them. I apologize to you. Please, you have to accept my apology."

He bowed deeply again.

Michael Jackson stared at him, stunned.

Many people only ever cursed him and slandered him. No one had ever formally apologized to him for these things.

Eventually, he had stopped hoping for it, and even felt he no longer needed it.

’But did I really not need it?’

When he was falsely accused and relentlessly cursed, how could he not have hoped for fair treatment, for a single apology?

Whether the man was sincere or not.

"Thank you. I accept your apology." Michael Jackson nodded slightly, but his voice trembled.

He was overcome with an indescribable emotion.

He looked up at Chen Yu, who was walking over, and hesitated before saying, "Chen, he has apologized. Can you... can you help treat him? He has three kids."

Chen Yu couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

’Even after all this, you’re still speaking up for him?’

Looking at Michael Jackson, Chen Yu could clearly sense a change in him.

’My choice was the right one.’

He needed an apology to heal himself. And many people truly did owe him one.