"No need to go to the hospital. Drop your pants."
Inside the room, Chen Yu listened to the reason for their visit and didn't waste any time. He looked at the medical scans while telling Owen to take off his pants.
'Who could refuse another two hundred thousand US dollars before leaving South Korea?'
During the World Cup, the fees for treating players like Zidane and Ballack were all separate payments that went straight into his own pocket. On this trip alone, he had earned at least a million US dollars.
Michael Owen froze for a moment, glanced around the room, and asked awkwardly, "Do I have to take them all the way off?"
Chen Yu chuckled. "What, you want to? I don't have a problem with it."
Although Owen was already a superstar renowned throughout England, he was still just a 23-year-old kid. Teased by Chen Yu, his face flushed slightly. He didn't dare say another word and quickly took off his pants.
Chen Yu gestured for him to lie flat and went over to examine him.
