[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-sports-medicine-master-system":3,"chapter-sports-medicine-master-system-sports-medicine-master-system-chapter-7":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Sports Medicine Master System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1485031,1932,"Chapter 7: Hill Is Injured Again","sports-medicine-master-system-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>After returning to Orlando and resting for a day, the Magic were at home to face the challenge of the Digital People, led by Iverson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Digital People came out swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Late last season, the conflict between Iverson and Larry Brown became public knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iverson disliked Larry Brown’s strict, team-first style of basketball, while Brown, a renowned, old-school coach, had grown tired of Iverson’s freewheeling and undisciplined ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two consecutive years of being eliminated by the Pacers, Larry Brown finally had enough. That summer, he pushed for a trade to get rid of Iverson, the league’s newly crowned scoring champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the end, the complex four-team trade fell through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iverson, having endured the trade rumors, remained as defiant as ever. He vowed to make a comeback and shut up everyone who had ever doubted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, Iverson started the new season on a tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the season opener against the Nicks, he dropped an insane 31 points, leading his team to a 29-point slaughter of the Nicks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After another win in a back-to-back game against the Raptors, Iverson still had a murderous glint in his eyes. In the first quarter, he scored 11 points with a mix of drives and shots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His offensive onslaught left Rivers standing on the sideline, tension written all over his dark face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, Hill had made a smooth return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the game, Rivers had made a point of asking the team doctor, Joe Biling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biling had confidently assured him, patting his chest, that Hill’s ankle was perfectly fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rivers knew that on yesterday’s day off, Biling had arranged for Hill to get some diagnostic scans at a private clinic, so he had reason to believe him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During a timeout, Rivers pulled Tracy McGrady aside and urged him to play more decisively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s the scoring champ, an All-Star, but you’re taller. You have to use your advantage. Trust my eye for talent—you have the potential to be a scoring champion too,\" Rivers said, pointing to his own eyes and passionately encouraging Tracy McGrady, spit flying with his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tracy McGrady nodded vigorously, a new light shining in his sleepy eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rivers then turned to Hill. \"Grant, you’re our team’s leader. It’s precisely when we’re behind that we need you to step up and lead us to victory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Hill and Tracy McGrady had equally large contracts, Hill—who carried the monikers of \"Jordan’s successor\" and \"the best small forward\"—was unquestionably the leader of this Magic team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hill didn’t say much, merely nodding firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his eyes couldn’t help but drift downward for a glance at his left foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The two days of rest helped the soreness in my ankle, but I still felt some discomfort when I drove hard in practice this morning. It’s not a big deal, though. I can play through it. The team needs me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the timeout, Hill was the first to make a move. Facing George Lynch, who was slow to move laterally, Hill exploded with a single step, blowing past him and driving straight for the paint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, waiting in the paint was Theo Ratliff, an undersized big man known for his defense and shot-blocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Switching to a reverse layup and fighting through contact, Hill relied on his soft touch to sink the difficult shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hill’s tough basket sounded the charge for the Magic’s comeback attempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By halftime, the Magic were only trailing by one point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the third quarter, Iverson went on a tear and abandoned all cooperation with his teammates. He was like a solitary knight charging at windmills, constantly getting the ball and launching himself toward the rim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went 5-for-9 in the quarter, tacking on another 12 points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deficit widened once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that Tracy McGrady couldn’t find the basket, Hill grew anxious. His own shooting touch wasn’t great today either, possibly because he’d rested for a game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could still rely on his ability to drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the Magic fans’ chants of \"MVP,\" Hill seemed to transform into a lone hero just like Iverson, trying desperately to keep the deficit from growing with driving layups, pull-up mid-range jumpers, and powerful turn-around post moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hill could feel his body growing heavy, and his breath came in ragged gasps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His calves, especially, no longer felt light and nimble. They felt as if they were filled with lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a glance at the scoreboard showed only a four-point deficit. Gritting his teeth, Hill forced himself to make another push.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he caught the ball, he dipped his shoulder and started his move from the elbow. Ignoring the onrushing George Lynch, he gave a slight feint to the right, then immediately pulled back, intending to drive straight to the hoop from the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in that single motion, the instant his left foot planted—whether from not planting with enough force or because the floor was too clean—his high-friction sneaker caught on the hardwood for a split second, even as his body had already completed the change of direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His feet tangled up under him. With a sudden, piercing pain, Hill cried out and crumpled to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George Lynch immediately raised his hands, showing he had nothing to do with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee’s whistle blew sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the sideline, Rivers, who had been pacing anxiously, instantly froze solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, team doctor Joe Biling, who had been sitting in a corner of the bench, shot to his feet. His sparse hair was completely white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paul Houston beside him gasped and immediately waved at the head referee, signaling for the game to be stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the head referee signaled a stop to the game, Houston shot onto the court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joe Biling immediately followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the court, Tracy McGrady and the others had already gathered around. Hill was sprawled on the floor, fists clenched, his face contorted in pain as he groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grant, how are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Houston leaned down and asked anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were filled with panic; he thought he had just vaguely seen Hill twist his ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was worse, it was his left ankle—the one he’d had surgery on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My left ankle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hill gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling with pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biling immediately began to examine Hill’s left ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After only a moment, he immediately waved to another member of his team, sports physician Richie Jennings, signaling for him to bring over a wheelchair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this sight, Rivers’s vision went dark. A single thought echoed in his mind: ’Please, please don’t let it be serious.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’We paid so much to sign Hill, and counting tonight, he’s only played two games for the Magic!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the entire arena of fans watched in disbelief, many holding their heads in their hands, Hill was quickly wheeled back to the locker room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biling set to work, carefully examining Hill’s left ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hill clenched his fists, watching him with nervous apprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t afraid of the pain; he was afraid of how an injury would affect his game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grant, try to stay calm. I don’t think it’s anything major,\" Biling said comfortingly. As he felt the ankle, he didn’t find any obvious structural damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But we’ll still need to go to the hospital and get an MRI to be certain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Hill went down with the injury, the Magic, unsurprisingly, lost the game by a disappointing seven points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rivers no longer cared about the outcome. He rushed through the post-game press conference and made a beeline for Florida Hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The team’s general manager, John Gabriel, was just arriving as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two men met in the corridor and exchanged a look, both with incredibly heavy hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they could do now was pray that Hill was okay.\u003C\u002Fp>",1283,"2026-06-06T03:40:36.029Z",1,"novelbin.me","782975fdbd01abbda2f6e62c1bc02692e008d704b509d3127a5c3e1fa0a703d8","sports-medicine-master-system-chapter-8","sports-medicine-master-system-chapter-6",353,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsports-medicine-master-system-cover.jpg"]