Chapter 352: For the Family
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The original sentence Dai Li said to Feixiang Lin was: "If one gave up mentally, even the immortals couldn't save him." But for westerners, it was exactly more appropriate to replace the word immortals with the word God.
Dai Li didn't make rehabilitation massage for Helheim, but his words touched him similarly. He may not care about self-salvation, but he had to care about his family. In the afternoon, nearing sunset, Helheim lay in his bed, two empty eyes staring at the ceiling.
A slight snore came and Helheim turned his face to see his wife lying in his bed, not knowing when she fell asleep.
"She really had a hard time recently," so touched was Helheim, that his old days flashed in his mind.
Helheim was a racing driver, and the Formula One Racing he had occupied was one of the most dangerous sports in the world. There had been many deaths on the track throughout its history. Therefore, every time he attended races, his wife was very nervous, hoping that he wouldn't have any accident, and that he would come back safely.
His two sons were playing football on the lawn outside the window, screaming and running.
Although Helheim was the greatest racing driver in history, he didn't wish his sons to follow his steps and become racing drivers. He also didn't wish they could watch his matches, because he knew this sport was too dangerous, and he would rather his sons just be ordinary people.
"I chose to retire for them!" looking at his wife and thinking about his sons, Helheim sighed with emotion.
By his age and condition at that time, it was definitely no problem for him to race for four or five years more, but he chose to retire. He didn't wish his family to live in fear every day any longer.
He didn't want to see his wife nervous. Helheim remembered that Corinna spent a long time in church before each match, praying that he would not suffer accidents and would could come back safe and sound.
He also didn't want his sons to view him as their model, and he was afraid that they would love this dangerous sport. So, he even took holidays abroad, as excuses to prevent them from attending youth carting.
Years ago, I chose to leave the track, and to retire for my family. I didn't want them to be nervous. But now, they are still worrying about my condition.
Thinking of this, Helheim closed his eyes.
The screams of his two sons from outside came through the window. They seemed to be arguing about the football. Helheim wanted to go there and stop them, but now he could just lie in bed helplessly, like a piece of trash. The feeling of hopelessness made him want to shout and vent, but in fact, he couldn't even speak loudly.
The setting sun dyed the sky into red, and made Helheim sleepy.
Suddenly, a voice broke out, "Dad, pass the ball to me!"
Helheim saw his two sons waving hands to him. Lifting his leg, he wanted to kick the football to them, but the ball was still there.
"Honey, dinner is ready. It's time for dinner!" Corinna's voice came from a distance.
His two children ran to their mother, and Helheim intended to step forward, but only found that he couldn't move at all. The two children and their mother went into that castle-like villa.
"Wait for me!" Helheim shouted, but they were getting further away, as if they heard nothing.
"Wait for me!" he wanted to rush there, but couldn't move at all.
Corinna and his two sons went into the villa and disappeared from view, leaving Helheim standing there, alone and hopeless. The setting sun disappeared under the horizon, and all surrounding was left in darkness. All Helheim felt was that he was enveloped by endless fear. Silence was everywhere, as if countless demons lurking there would devour him soon. The nightmare frightened him, causing him to keep opening his eyes. Out of the window, the sunset's glow came into his eyes again.
Corinna was still in sleep by his bed, snoring softly. The sound of his two sons, playing football on the lawn, came into this room.
"Just a dream!" Helheim sighed with fear, "What a nightmare!"
This moment, Dai Li's question flashed into his mind.
Will you believe in miracles for your family?
Also, at this moment, Helheim finally realized what he had lost.
At this time, I should be playing outside with my sons, instead of lying here!
At this time, I should stay in the kitchen with Corinna, preparing today's dinner together!
At this time, I should be in my study, and call my parents to invite them here to spend the weekend!
I chose to retire, just for these things! I hoped to spare more time for my family. But now, I only can lie here, letting them look after me and worry about me.
Will you believe in miracles for your family? Once again, Dai Li's question came into his mind. But this time, Helheim's heart was renewed.
"Yes! For my family, I will believe in miracles!" Helheim muttered.
His sound awoke Corinna. Raising her head, Corinna looked at him and asked, "What did you say? Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water, OK?"
"No! I'm not!" said Helheim, looking gratefully at his wife, "Make me an appointment with Claude and that Coach Li tomorrow."
Corinna hesitated and asked, "Can we believe that Coach Li? He is too young, maybe in his twenties..."
"I would like to believe him, even just for you! I am willing to believe in miracles!" Helheim said with a firm look.
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Once again, Dai Li and Claude came into the medieval castle-like villa.
"Mr. Helheim, I'm afraid that you are not fit for rehabilitation at your current physical state, so we can only start with the most basic massage," Dai Li said seriously.
Helheim nodded. He even couldn't stand up now without help, let alone do rehabilitation exercise. Dai Li continued, "In addition to hitting your head in the accident, your legs are fractured. By comparison, your arms are probably the least injured, right?"
"My arms suffered only bruises," Helheim answered.
"Can you raise your arms?" Dai Li asked.
"Yes, but only a little," Helheim tried to raise his arm, but it stopped before thirty degrees. Obviously, it was his limit now.
"Can your fingers move?" Dai Li continued, "Could you have a try?"
"Pretty hard!" Helheim moved his fingers slightly. Obviously, it was also all he could do now.
"I see," Dai Li frowned and realized now that Helheim's condition was really serious. In all likelihood, the inability to move without any trauma mostly was due to damage to the nervous system.
Fortunately, I upgraded the rehabilitation massage before, so now it can activate damaged nervous tissue and promote the nervous cells. It may work for Helheim.
As Dai Li was thinking of this, the door opened suddenly.
"Wait a minute!" Professor Nelsen burst in and snapped.
"What are you going to do with my patient?" he asked with a stern look.
"Professor Nelsen, take it easy. They're just giving me a massage," Helheim explained.
"Massage? That's not the doctor's advice!" Nelsen said coldly.
Suddenly, Helheim looked a little embarrassed. As a patient, he should follow his doctor's advice, but he bypassed his attending physician and hired a coach for rehabilitation massage. It was not correct. Nelsen even could regard it as showing a distrust of the doctor.
Claude started to explain quickly, "Professor Nelsen, don't get me wrong. We are physical coaches, and we are also experts in rehabilitation training. We just make some additional complements on the basis of your treatment. This will help with Helheim's recovery. For example, in addition to taking medicine, patients can also take some extra nutrition supplements to improve their bodies, right?"
"However, the premise is that nutritional supplements will not conflict with the medicine, and will not aggravate the patient's condition!" Nelsen grunted.
"Of course not, Professor Nelsen. Your concern is unnecessary. Every year we do rehabilitation trainings for dozens of athletes, including some with severe injuries. So, in this respect, we have rich experience. Therefore, please trust me on my professional level, that we'll never aggravate Helheim's injury," Claude said.
"Coach Claude, I know you are the top physical coach in Europe, so I trust you. It's alright if you massage Mr. Helheim," saying this, Nelsen now pointed at Dai Li, "But he can't!"
Looking at Claude with a solemn face, Nelsen said seriously, "Mr. Claude, you know Helheim's injury is quite complicated, and he needs your experience. Therefore, it's better to do the rehabilitation massage yourself, rather than having your assistant practice on him!"