After Zhou Yi learned from Cortana that he was the mildest muscle strain, he suddenly felt refreshed and was about to get up from the sofa.

But he was held down by Cortana: "What are you going to do?"

"Go to rest, go to rest..."

"Do you think you did nothing and a slight muscle damage would automatically get better?" Cortana asked.

"Isn't it?" Zhou Yi asked back. "It's not a serious problem..."

"No matter how mild you are, you are injured now. The next step for minor damage is torn muscle fibers." Cortana said coldly at Zhou Yi.

"Uh..." Zhou Yi didn't dare to get up. "What should I do?"

"After yesterday's game, did you feel uncomfortable with ice?"

"No……"

"Are you going back to take a cold or hot shower?"

"Cold water, this is cold water."

Since he was suggested by Cortana to take a cold bath with cold water to help his body recover, Zhou Yi has now developed the habit of taking a cold bath. Whether it is the cold winter month or the hot summer, he takes a cold bath, and sometimes even takes a cold bath.

Cortana finally nodded and signaled Zhou Yi to slowly get up from the sofa and sit on the dining chair.

Then she squatted in front of Zhou Yi, letting Zhou Yi slowly move his right thigh, and lifted it up to make a bicycle pedal.

"Stop when you feel the pain." Cortana said to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi did it slowly, and he stopped decisively when he felt uncomfortable.

"Stretch slowly and gently within this range, each lasting ten seconds, repeating ten times."

Cortana said, and Zhou Yi did it.

While Zhou Yi was doing it, Cortana got up and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator, took out the ice cubes, packed them in a fresh bag and tied them tightly.

At the same time, I took a roll of plastic wrap from the drawer.

After Zhou Yi finished doing it ten times, Cortana squatted down and put the ice bag on the part he was strained. He was wrapping it tightly with plastic wrap, wrapping it very tightly.

During this process, Zhou Yi kept hissing and inhaling, and Cortana wrapped around him and he sucked him once.

Finally finished wrapping up, Zhou Yi felt that the place where the ice was tightly attached to was almost unconscious...

"How long does it take to apply ice?" he asked.

"Twenty minutes." Cortana replied.

Zhou Yi looked down at the layers of shiny plastic wrap on his left thigh, and suddenly felt like he was wrapped in ham...

"How do you know that this kind of injury should be treated like this?" he asked.

"I studied sports medicine." Cortana replied.

Zhou Yi then remembered this, so he became even more curious: "I have been wondering, why do you have to learn sports medicine if you hate athletes so much? Isn't you going to deal with athletes often?"

"I like it." Cortana stood up and replied in a stiff tone.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Zhou Yi curled his lips, and then said to the back of Cortana who had turned and left. "But I still have to thank you! If you weren't here, I might have to tear it apart."

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During the day of rest at home, Zhou Yi not only rested, but also under the guidance of Cortana to perform restorative treatment.

In addition to painless stretching and ice compression, Cortana also massaged Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi first discovered that Cortana's massage technique was very good, and he was not inferior to the physiotherapist in the club's team doctor group. Only then did he realize that Cortana was a very powerful person...

According to Cortana, if this very mild muscle strain is recovered well and you pay attention to prevention in daily life, it will not become the kind of repeated and chronic disease that Zhou Yisou is worried about.

However, although it is mild, Zhou Yi still inevitably missed at least one league game. Because he would not be able to perform normal training in five days, he could only do some aerobic exercise before that, and the intensity of exercise should not be high, so he should avoid pain.

And ice and massage are also essential.

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After Cortana's treatment, Zhou Yi felt that the symptoms of his muscle tightness had been significantly reduced by the night.

This made Zhou Yi so ecstatic - as a player, the most worried thing is injury. So when he found that something was wrong with his muscles, Zhou Yi would be frowning. Without Cortana, he knew nothing about it and might delay the opportunity for treatment. Then he went to the team to train normally the next day until...the muscle fibers were torn.

And now Cortana has helped him solve most of the problems. Although he still couldn't participate in normal training the next day, he didn't have to be absent for too long.

So in order to express my gratitude to Cortana, Zhou Yi specially made a special gift to give to her.

Then before going to bed, he knocked on Cortana's door.

"What are you doing?" Cortana asked, looking at Zhou Yi standing at the door.

"Uh, I'm here to express my gratitude to you." Zhou Yi put his hands behind him.

"You said it in the morning."

"I know, so it's not just thanks." Zhou Yi took out his hand behind him, and in his hand, he held a piece of paper, a piece of A4 paper cut into isosceles triangles. The edges of the two waists were covered with many small triangles, jagged.

There is a small hole on both sides of the upper end of the paper, and the two holes are threaded by a rope.

Two lines of words were blacked out in seconds with a pen on the white paper, and it was... German.

The words on the right are actually translated into Chinese as "the wonderful hand is rejuvenated", while the words on the left are "the doctor is kind and kind."

These two sentences are the most eye-catching, and at the same time, a line of small words is written in German in the upper right corner: "Give it to Doctor Cortana."

The lower left corner describes the signature and date of the giftee.

"What the hell is this?" Cortana stared at the paper in Zhou Yi's hand for a few seconds, and then asked with a confused look on his face.

"This is a pennant, a custom in our China." Zhou Yi held his homemade "pennant" and said to Cortana very seriously. "When your illness is cured by the doctor, patients will give the doctor such a pennant. However, my conditions are limited, so I can only use paper instead. The real pennant is made of red velvet cloth, and the words on it are all golden..."

Cortana looked at the paper in Zhou Yi's hand again. It was hard for her to imagine what the so-called "pencil" should look like only by Zhou Yi's description...

But if it is what she sees now, she feels it is more like a primary school student's manual work.

"That's just the mildest situation of strain. Without me, if you go to the club tomorrow, the team doctor will help you deal with it. And it will be the same as me." Cortana felt that Zhou Yi was making a big deal, and she was not sure if Zhou Yi was a prank...

"Of course, but who knows what it would be like to delay another day? In short, you helped me. So I want to thank you." Zhou Yi handed over the banner, and Cortana refused to take it back if he didn't want him.

Seeing that he was determined, Cortana reached out to pick up the paper.

"Okay, I accept your gratitude," she said.

"Okay, good night." Zhou Yi also said goodbye to Cortana simply and turned back to his room.

Cortana turned her head and watched him go back, closing the door again, while she leaned against the door frame and pondered about what had just happened.

Next, he won’t rush out with his cell phone and take a photo of himself caught off guard, right? A photo of himself holding this "pencil" looks pitiful and funny...

But Cortana waited for a minute, and Zhou Yi did not come out of it again.

Is he serious?

Cortana looked down at the pennant in her hand. It was really... very simple.

She picked up the thank-you gift and turned around and went into the room. Sitting at the table, she placed the so-called banner on the desk.

At first, she just put it there casually, but after a while, she picked it up and looked at it again under the yellow light of the desk lamp.

Although the materials are very simple, it seems like a joke. If you look closely, you can see the pencil marks on the white paper, which appear and disappear along the edge of the "jagged" side. Obviously, Zhou Yi drew the outline in advance and then cut it according to the...

Looking at the bold characters, I also carefully outlined the outline and filled in the black.

The materials are really simple, but each part of this simple material is not simple. In other words, Zhou Yi put in some effort, and it was not drawn out for pranks.

So he really wants to thank himself.

Thinking of the Chinese boy who would lie on the table to thank him, he made this "banner" with strokes and strokes... It felt like the first birthday card drawn by the child for his mother.

Very childish.

But it's a bit cute...

Cortana smiled at the banner in her hand.

So silly and cute.
Chapter completed!