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"You can't even play, so why are you coming to me?"

Although Manchester City's female team doctor Reese said this, her soft, fair little hands were still massaging Tang Long's bare back.

"Who said I can't play? I'm not in the starting lineup, but I'm still on the bench."

Tang Long said while instructing Gracie's little hands, controlling the direction of her massage.

"A little to the left, not at the edge, yes, yes, yes, higher, a little higher, hey, can you be a little more gentle?"

After finishing the morning training session.

Since tomorrow night they will be playing away against Juventus.

Manchester City's players did not return home, they ate lunch at the club, then got ready to set off, resting on site.

At 4 p.m. local time, they will board the flight to Turin.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, Tang Long came to Gracie's office to enjoy her physical therapy.

At this moment, Gracie was pouting while feeling a mix of emotions inside, squeezing Tang Long's sharply defined back muscles.

"Your recovery is nice, those previous injuries on your back are nearly healed."

Gracie was doing the therapy seriously for Tang Long, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

The Sun is a well-known entertainment newspaper in the UK, and Gracie saw news about Tang Long on her phone.

Seeing the boy she admired tirelessly travel from Manchester to London and back within a day off just to see a woman, naturally left Gracie feeling dejected.

"Why did you go meet that long-legged and pretty female reporter?" Gracie suddenly asked with a cheerful smile.

Tang Long listened to the laughter tinged with a bit of threat.

He promptly and righteously explained that he didn't do anything, firstly, he went to see Gualin with teammate Ranocchia, then Dilata just cooked pasta for him, nothing else happened.

"Cook what pasta?" Gracie's hand paused.

"Italian pasta, what else could it be?" Tang Long replied.

"Well, I can cook pasta for you too, why didn't you find me? I live in Manchester."

Tang Long laughed, "The mayor's precious daughter can cook? I don't believe it."

Gracie sneered, "What, you look down on me? I can cook pasta and even slaughter pigs!"

Then Gracie started talking about Tang Long's childhood life.

According to her, when she was in primary school, her family lived in the north of England.

There was a farm there, and her father would take her hunting in the forest during holidays, using a shotgun to kill wild boars, then together they would slaughter the boar and invite neighbors over for roast suckling pig.

"Otherwise, how do you think I got into medicine? I'm not afraid of those bloody things at all."

Gracie puffed out her small chest, with an unconcealed pride and self-esteem in her tone.

Her hands, like surgical knives, cut back and forth on Tang Long's back muscles.

"I also dissected human corpses in medical school, the knife cuts in here, below your scapula, first encountering the lower edge of the trapezius muscle."

"The trapezius muscle is a large muscle, it plays an important role in the movement of the shoulder and neck. If the scalpel continues to go deeper, you will encounter the infraspinatus and teres minor muscles. These muscles are closely related to the movement and stability of the scapula. In the dissection process, we need to carefully separate them with the knife to avoid damage to surrounding nerves and blood vessels."

Gracie's tone was calm as if she was talking about something ordinary, but Tang Long was startled as he listened.

"Next, we will touch the joint capsule between the scapula and humerus. This joint capsule is very important, it's white with a bit of red, maintaining the stability of the shoulder joint. During dissection, we must be especially careful to protect the joint capsule to avoid affecting subsequent observations and analyses. If the joint capsule is accidentally damaged, it may cause joint dislocation or instability."

Gracie said while gently tracing the area around Tang Long's scapula with her fingers, allowing him to more intuitively feel the locations of these body tissues.

At this moment, Gracie's warm little hands felt as cold as a surgical knife.

Tang Long thought Gracie might be analyzing how to dissect his back at this moment, his heart tightened, and in his mind, a scene appeared of petite Gracie holding a bloody scalpel. He quickly asked her to stop talking.

"What are you scared of, I'm not really going to dissect you."

But as she talked, Gracie's tone suddenly dropped, carrying a hint of worry.

"I remember after the initial adaptation phase of the first two matches of the league, whether it was league or Champions League, you've always been a starter. This time, suddenly being taken off the starting list by Pellegrini, you should watch out!"

Gracie said Manchester City is different than other Premier League clubs.

Here, everyone is a star, everyone thinks highly of themselves, they'll snatch your place without a blink!

"You didn't notice, did you? When Pellegrini announced Silva would play the starting attacking midfielder, you should have seen that Spaniard's look, so smug, hmph!"

Tang Long was taken aback: "What, did you see it?"

Gracie lightly patted Tang Long's back.

"I was right on the sidelines then, forgot to tell you, I'll be traveling to Turin as the team doctor this time."