Football God.

When Heinrich woke up, he saw a non-dazzling white roof and a distinctive H-shaped ceiling light.

Heinrich is very familiar with this lamp, he saw it often when he was a child, but the memory is not good, because as long as he sees this ceiling lamp, it proves that Heinrich is sick.

But wait, how am I back now?

Heinrich braced his body and wanted to do it, but was pressed back down the next second.

As soon as he turned his head, he met Blake's disapproving gaze: "You need to rest, Adrian, I suggest you not to move around before you get permission."

Heinrich didn't speak, but turned his head slightly, looked around, and finally said, "Brother, bring me here."

"Well, on the night of your accident, Moritz sent someone to pick you up. I was a little worried and followed. But, Adrian, what is this place? It doesn't look like your home."

There was a helpless smile on Heinrich's face, and he said slowly: "This place was specially built for me by Moritz. Here, there is no mobile phone signal, no Internet, here," Heinrich used the one without infusion He only pointed to a TV in the corner, "There is nothing but that, the TV is the one I begged for Moritz Andre."

Braque was taken aback, and he looked around. In fact, from the first second he came in, he felt that this place was different. Although the interior was good, he had never seen anyone build a villa underground.

The one dedicated to Heinrich is still a fully enclosed place, which makes Braque have some bad associations.

"I said, Adrian, your brother doesn't have any strange hobbies, does he?" The German doctor was always fearless, but now he trembled subconsciously.

Heinrich knew that this person was thinking wrongly, so he couldn't help but smiled and said: "Don't think about it, I was hijacked when I was a child, I felt very insecure and suffered from mental illness. This is the place where Moritz helped me recover. As long as I am sick and I don’t want my parents to know that I am worried, I will come here to recuperate. You should have seen it outside. The green mountains and green waters are very suitable for vacation, and this place can withstand force blows, so don’t worry about safety. question."

Braque's face immediately looked better, and he nodded with a smile: "That's right, Moritz dotes on you like he dotes on his son, how could he treat you badly."

Heinrich smiled and tilted his head: "Moritz is physically and mentally healthy, you can rest assured." Seeing that Braque's expression became more relaxed, Heinrich continued, "If he really wants to put you Well, instead of standing here right now, you should be fighting lions in Africa, or watching sharks under the sea.”

Braque's expression froze, and he silently looked at Heinrich: "Are you kidding me?"

Heinrich still smiled and said, "Yes, I was joking with you."

... The more I say this, the more afraid I am of what the hell it is!

But after that, Heinrich didn't spin on the lions and sharks anymore, but asked: "How many days did I sleep?"

Although Braque's smile became stiffer, he still replied calmly: "From that night onwards, one day and two nights, your situation is normal. The fever before was too serious."

"It's my fault." Heinrich didn't stumble in admitting his mistake. After all, Braque had done everything he needed to do. Heinrich himself poured a bottle of ice water to stay awake, and it was inevitable that he was seriously ill.

Braque accepted Heinrich's apology frankly, and said with a smile, "Moritz didn't make things difficult for me. To be honest, it's the first time I've seen such an easy-going Moritz."

Because when he saw you before, he would think of what you did when I was recovering, and told me more than once that he wanted to feed you to the sharks.Heinrich thought to himself, but didn't say it, for fear of scaring his team doctor.

Braque then continued: "You can't use drugs indiscriminately, you must take a good rest this time, I think you'd better stay here honestly and not go out in the next few days."

Heinrich immediately raised his head and looked at Braque: "There is still a League Cup match in the middle of the week..."

"If you have the ability to ask Moritz to let you go, I will take you back to England." Braque's answer was simple and straightforward, and it directly knocked down Heinrich's little thoughts.

Because there is no mobile phone and internet, Heinrich has no way to know the current situation of the club. He just tentatively asked Braque: "How is the club?"

Blake also seemed to have been prepared for a long time. When he had the opportunity to go out for a stroll these two days, he had been paying attention to every move of Leeds United, and his answer was smooth: "I told Mr. Byron about your situation. He and Mark Lelai watched the players training together, and the League Cup will start according to the lineup you prepared in advance, so you don’t have to worry.”

Heinrich hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm not worried about the League Cup, what I'm worried about is the state of the players."

Braque flicked the needle, then squeezed out the air inside and said to Heinrich: "It's okay, the boys in the club are very resistant to pressure, but Mr. Mendes contacted me several times, he is very I want to know your opinion on this public opinion, and he will help you arrange it."

Heinrich lay flat, obediently exposed his arms to Braque, and said, "It's okay, if he contacts you again, tell Jorge and leave everything to him." I don't quite understand that he can handle the press conference with ease, but this does not mean that he can control the newspapers and media for his own use. Mendes is professional in this area, so he naturally trusts Mendes more gentlemen.

Braque wiped Heinrich's arm with a cotton ball, then picked up the needle and inserted it gently.

Pushing the potion carefully, he looked at Heinrich: "This may make you sleepy after the fight, just go to sleep."

"Okay." Heinrich nodded, but when he blinked, there was a sparkle in the corner of his eyes.

It was not the first time to see such a reaction from Heinrich, Braque pulled out the needle and quickly pressed a cotton ball.Dr. Blake's technique is good, there is no bleeding and no excessive pain, but he knows that this man can't stand any pain, and he will feel pain even if he touches it, let alone a needle.

Taking out a tissue and handing it over, Heinrich still had a smile on his face and wiped the corners of his eyes.

But Moritz, who was sitting behind the monitoring screen, said calmly: "I regret it, tomorrow I will send Noah Braque to Africa to make a contribution."

The butler on the side smiled and said, "Sir, do you need me to prepare?"

Moritz glanced at the butler and said calmly, "You know I won't do that."

Of course, Dr. Braque can be counted as the young master, and he is able to help Heinrich with treatment without being tricked by Heinrich. Naturally, Mr. Moritz will not touch him.

But Moritz still felt that there was an unknown anger, and he glanced at the housekeeper: "How does mom react?"

"Madam knows that you are taking care of him, so you are not particularly worried."

Moritz nodded, pointed at the table, and finally said: "It would be great if I insisted not to let Idel play football." He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "What is the charm of football?"

No one could answer him that question, nor did Moritz expect anyone to.

Standing up, Moritz took the glasses from the housekeeper and put them on, then strode out of the room.

And at the door, he saw Bertram standing there straight.

Moritz stopped in his footsteps, and turned to look at Bertram: "How are things going in your house?"

Bertram lowered his head slightly, looked at the clean ground, and said, "There will be results soon."

"Perhaps I'm about to congratulate you," Moritz's mouth moved, but it wasn't a smile after all. "But don't forget why the Heinrich family supports you."

Bertram still lowered his head: "Yes, I will not forget."

"And this time, although it's not your fault, it's your dereliction of duty that my brother is in crisis." After speaking, Moritz was about to walk towards Heinrich's room.

Bertram wanted to follow, but he heard Moritz's voice: "Stand."

Stopping in his tracks, Bertram looked at the long and deep underground corridor, and stood there, motionless, like a sculpture.

After the injection, Braque brought over the dinner plate.

It is natural to have a light diet during illness, and the requirements for food should not be too strict, but Heinrich can still tell at a glance that this is from Moritz's craftsmanship.

My brother has obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfect dependence disorder, and the one who can arrange the shredded salad vegetables in parallel is Moritz.

It comes with a glass of milk and two pills.

"Actually, a draw is foreseeable, but to be honest, Leeds United can take the lead in 10 minutes of that game." Heinrich said slowly, holding a spoon and leaning on the soft cushion.

Brack is a doctor, not a coach, and he doesn't have much enthusiasm for Leeds United, but it is undeniable that ordinary Germans have football blood in their bones, and they naturally care more about good games.

As for Mr. Moritz, who doesn't like football, he is different.

"I think it's a good draw. If you come back for another 10 minutes, I don't know what you're going to do." Braque didn't ignore Bertram being asked to fetch water again, and Braque didn't ignore the bodyguard when he came. Mr. Moritz stared coldly into sweat.

Heinrich glanced at Braque, and found that Mr. Doctor was turning around to pack up the equipment. Heinrich wanted to secretly pour out the milk on the dinner plate.

But at this moment, the door was opened, and Moritz, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked at Heinrich calmly, and said lightly: "With one drop left, I will sell Leeds United tonight."

……

you are vicious.

The author has something to say:

When Heinrich wakes up—thank God~thank ground~thank fate, let us meet~

Heinrich: You might be fighting lions in Africa =w=——in your hand, holding a steamed bun, without a drop of oil in the dish...

Moritz: Stand still - the moment of success or failure, the wind and rain of one hand.If you owe me Jiangshan, you always have to pay it back.

Calling myself, crooked, I think I'm crazy...QVQ