Chen Yu watched Carter quietly.
Carter didn't speak, his brow furrowed in prolonged silence.
Marcos had also advised him about his jumper's knee. He'd told him to dunk less. When a layup would do, he insisted on posterizing opponents, which put both them and himself at risk of injury.
But Carter had never listened.
"Chen, is there another way?" Carter asked dejectedly, rubbing his face.
Jumping, finding any way to slam the ball through the hoop—that was his most distinct trademark. It was the source of his passion for the sport.
Chen Yu frowned slightly and countered, "Vincent, I'd first like to ask you, why are you so against dunking less?"
Even if he could cure him now and restore his health, Carter's current playstyle would inevitably lead to the same problems as he got older.
Moreover, just dealing with his worn-down cartilage and meniscus was no simple task. It would most likely mean he'd be out for the season.
That was already a huge price to pay.
