Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 87 - Pre-match Warm-up
Chapter 87: Chapter 87 Pre-match Warm-up
Chapter 87: Chapter 87 Pre-match Warm-up
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Li Ang had gone to great lengths to escape the hospital precisely to avoid having a doctor switch his medication and discover his terrifying recovery abilities.
Thus, it goes without saying that he couldn’t possibly go back to the same hospital for a medication switch tomorrow.
The next morning, Li Ang deliberately snuggled into Sheila’s arms and said in a timid manner,
“I really don’t want to go back to that hospital. If it’s just about changing dressings for some wounds, any qualified hospital should be able to do that, right?”
Unable to resist his nuzzling, Sheila could only shake her head and agree to Li Ang’s request.
After all, changing dressings isn’t technically demanding, and any clinic could handle that.
Sheila drove Li Ang to another private hospital in Hillsboro, slightly smaller in scale.
Compared to the public hospital, there was only one downside: it was expensive. But it had many advantages.
Whether it was the service attitude, the hospital environment, or the queue times, it overshadowed the public hospital in every aspect, and even the doctors’ expertise was superior.
“Why don’t you wait for me outside for a bit? I’m just going to change the medication.”
For safety’s sake, Li Ang had also sent Sheila away; it wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, but some information, just by knowing it, could be risky.
The doctor who attended to him unwrapped the bandages and gauze, and even this doctor, no stranger to significant events, was quite surprised by the marks on Li Ang’s body.
It wasn’t because they were severe, but rather the variety of marks on Li Ang’s body made it hard to imagine how he got the injuries.
“If possible, I’d like to know how these injuries happened?”
Even though his professional ethics told him not to pry into his patient’s privacy, he couldn’t help asking.
“Due to some accidents.”
Li Ang’s tone was somewhat cold, and he tried his best not to divulge too much information.
The doctor raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further, professionally changing all of Li Ang’s dressings.
“Your wounds are healing very nicely. In about a week, they should be fully healed.”
Li Ang nodded, expressed his gratitude to the doctor, and then left the room.
After resting for a night, he was now able to move around and do some light activity, provided he didn’t exert too much force to avoid reopening some wounds that were close to healing.
There were four days left until the new episode of [Titan Game] would air, and the production team had already released a teaser.
In fact, the reason they chose Li Ang was that, compared to the average Joe, he brought a certain level of popularity to the table.
On YouTube, the cumulative views of the series of videos related to him had already reached over ten million and had a certain degree of fame within a small circle.
His opponent, William, on the other hand, was just an ordinary worker. He had previously worked as a lumberjack and a car mechanic, and now he was a truck driver with a classic American tough-guy look.
His face was covered with a thick beard, and he had a slightly stout build with very stout arms and legs.
While he wasn’t much bigger than Li Ang, his height was still 182 cm and his weight was 89 kg.
In terms of popularity, Li Ang was clearly higher than the truck driver, but when it came to support rates, it was the complete opposite, with nearly ninety percent of people believing that the truck driver would win the matchup.
“Is the production team serious? This looks like a father-son relationship, and even the ‘son’ seems to be underage.”
“I don’t think this is a fair matchup. There’s a good 20 kg difference in weight between them, which is going to be a crushing contest.”
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A small group of his supporters also analysed the chances of him winning the competition.
“It seems that Li Ang is a cyclist, and his leg muscles are quite developed. If the events are geared towards leg strength, or endurance, then Li Ang still has a certain possibility of winning,” they said.
“I believe the organizers wouldn’t let them just compete in pure strength. If that were the case, there’d be no suspense at all,” someone else commented.
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Jiang Dahai always loved watching sports competitions, especially shows like [Titan Game] that didn’t require much technique and purely tested physical strength, endurance, and willpower.
Even he himself felt the urge to sign up. If it hadn’t been for the time his master scolded him for not focusing on his profession, he might have already registered.
Who knew that today, he would suddenly see a familiar face in the advertisement for the show.
“Master, come look, isn’t that Li Ang?” he exclaimed in front of the television.
Listening to Jiang Dahai shouting in front of the TV, Zhao Zhengxi couldn’t help but feel speechless. His disciple, a man in his twenties, was still acting like a child.
He walked leisurely over to the television and saw, on the TV program’s poster, the young man who had come to seek his advice that day, Li Ang.
Seeing Li Ang also joining the variety show, Jiang Dahai seemed to suddenly find confidence. He said somewhat resentfully, “Master, see, Li Ang has better talent than me, and he’s going to participate in this kind of variety show, isn’t he? His master isn’t stopping him, is he?”
Zhao Zhengxi frowned, unusually refraining from retorting Jiang Dahai’s words.
In his view, it was irrational to waste energy on such meaningless programs instead of striving to improve oneself during one’s golden years.
It’s like a high school student, who instead of studying, decides to work and earn money.
He had emphasized this point to Jiang Dahai several times.
Earning money is fine, but not now. Wait until you’ve truly honed your skills. Wouldn’t it be easy to make money then?
Zhao Zhengxi sighed, hesitated for a long time, and finally made a phone call.
Although he didn’t have the authority or duty to manage Li Ang, he couldn’t bear seeing such a martial arts prodigy like Li Ang waste his talent.
“Xiao Zhao, why do you have time to call me today? What? Disciple? Which disciple of mine?”
“The one I taught, in his teens. Aren’t you still half asleep? It’s been over a decade since I’ve taken any disciples. How could I possibly have one in his teens?”
Hua Tianming laughed heartily, but suddenly an image flashed through his mind.
“Up to you. I’m telling you, the kid is only in his teens but his Tongbei Quan skills could match up to yours when you were forty. He was introduced by your disciple Yan Tianqi; if you don’t recognize him, then never mind.”
“Hold on, the person you’re talking about, is it Li Ang?”
After receiving Zhao Zhengxi’s confirmation, Hua Tianming spoke with a touch of incredulity:
“But that Li Ang kid, although talented in Tongbei Quan, isn’t even as good as Yan Tianqi. To say he can match my level at forty is seriously underestimating me, isn’t it?”
“Underestimating you? It’s you who’s underestimating my judgment. I personally saw him demonstrate it right in front of me, and I guarantee that among your disciples, apart from the oldest with the most outstanding talent, there aren’t many who could be stronger than him.”
The two couldn’t settle the matter over the phone, so Hua Tianming changed the subject: “So why did you call me today?”
