Chapitre 72: Chapter 72: Fame
Dr. Holt was a doctor recommended by Coach West and a long-term contracted surgeon for the boxing gym. He was in his fifties, graduated from the University of Miami School of Medicine, and was skilled in treating trauma.
However, he didn't have much room to show off his skills with Link, because Link discovered after coming to this world that he had a strong self-healing ability. The last time he was stabbed in the back, his injury healed in just half a month, and ordinary injuries took only a few days or even hours to heal.
The strain on his right arm was also a minor issue, and he would be fully recovered in less than five days.
In fact, he had already started resuming physical training yesterday.
After all, there were only thirty-eight days left until the opening of the Olympics. He would face challenges from the top three boxers from five continents at the Olympics, and those people were no weaker than Aragon, some even stronger.
If he faced an opponent of Aragon's caliber again, he didn't think he could successfully knock them out, even Rock Peters, he wasn't 100% sure of winning by TKO within four rounds if they fought again.
So he had to keep training and strive to improve his strength by another level in these thirty-eight days.
"Haha, Link is recovering well. It seems my ointment works very well. You didn't want to use it last time."
Dr. Holt pulled his right arm and tested it, finding that his arm had returned to normal in terms of stretching and exerting force, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, Gregory, your ointment is not bad."
Link nodded. Dr. Holt had a secret green herbal ointment, which was said to be a secret recipe he got from a Middle Easterner. It was excellent for treating bruises, reducing swelling, and relieving pain. West and others had also recommended it to him.
After Link was injured, he also used it three times. It felt hot and then cold when applied to his arm, and the effect was very good. But looking at the ointment, Link found that it was very similar to medicines like Bailu Cream, Honghua Oil, and Yunnan Baiyao, just with different colors and smells.
Since this was Holt's secret formula, Link couldn't ask him what the raw materials were.
With Holt's ointment, coupled with his strong self-healing ability, the strain on his arm could be fully recovered in just four or five days. Seeing him recover so quickly, Dr. Holt thought it was all due to the ointment and became even more superstitious about it.
"Link, remember to come to me next time you get injured. I dare say no one in Miami is better at treating bruises than me."
Dr. Holt said confidently.
Link smiled slightly, picked up the medicine box, and saw Dr. Holt off in his car.
In the afternoon, the sun on the beach was even brighter, the white sand looked like a salt pan under the sun, making it impossible to open one's eyes. The seawater near the shore also turned from deep blue to light green under the direct sunlight, crystal clear.
The white yachts on the distant sea also increased from two to seven or eight.
The number of tourists on the beach was also gradually increasing. Baker's shop, Daniel's hot dog shop, Michael's surfboard shop, Miss Linna's ice cream shop, and other shops also ushered in the peak of daily customer flow.
While Link was training on the lat pulldown machine, he heard James receive five groups of customers one after another.
"Hey, Link!"
James pushed open the door, poked his big head in, blinked his small eyes, and said, "There are customers who want to learn diving, do you want to take the order?"
"Sure, I'll be right out."
Link put down the barbell plate and got off the rack.
Although being a diving instructor didn't make much money, diving was also an excellent form of exercise.
Diving could improve cardiopulmonary function, reduce body fat, and require the use of all major muscle groups when swimming in deep water, which could exercise the whole body muscles, enhance body flexibility, balance, and willpower, and greatly promote physical fitness.
But when Link went out to greet the six customers outside, two of the girls looked at him, shouted loudly, excitedly said that they had seen his boxing match, were his fans, liked his match very much, and wanted to take a photo with him. Link didn't refuse them and took a few photos with the six people.
The video of his match with Aragon was broadcast by HBO cable TV channel on the third day after the qualifying round, along with the video of his match against "Rock" Peters. It was said that the ratings of both matches exceeded 15 million viewers.
Link also gained a lot of popularity in the North American boxing world with these two broadcasts and gained many male and female fans.
He was often recognized in the store, and it wasn't the first time someone asked for a photo.
"Link, you're a celebrity now. Once the news of you living here gets out, your fans will definitely come here to learn diving from you. Should we raise the price?"
James leaned in and asked in a low voice.
"No, make appointments in the future. When I'm here, I'll take a group of customers every day, and those who don't get a turn will wait."
"Okay, anyway, with you here, the business in the store will definitely not be bad in the future, and we will definitely make a lot of money."
James said happily.
Link took the tourists for a swim around the underwater coral reef and taught them some diving methods and precautions.
Diving wasn't as difficult as imagined, as long as one could skillfully use diving equipment, pay attention to the time, depth, and physical distribution of the dive, and not disconnect from their companions, the rest was easier than swimming.
When he returned to the pier in the speedboat, James quietly came up to him with a strange look on his face and told him that a woman was waiting for him in the store and said she had something to discuss with him.
"What woman?"
Link asked while organizing his diving gear bag.
"About forty years old, her dress is Prada, her small round bag is Gucci, her car is parked on the road, an apple-colored Maserati coupe, she looks like a rich woman at first glance, is she the rich woman who gave you the sports car?"
James squeezed his small eyes, his round face full of curiosity.
Link shook his head, not remembering knowing such a woman. He carried the bag back to Baker's shop, and a woman with delicate makeup was sitting under the awning in front of the door, her age and attire similar to what the fat man described.
But this woman had short hair that reached her ears, her facial features were slightly firm, somewhat neutral, and her temperament was capable and sharp, not like a simple woman.
When he appeared at the door, the woman also looked over, her eyes sharp and piercing, as if she could see through people. But the deep resentment hidden in her expression made Link a little confused. Could it be that Link had been involved with a middle-aged woman and abandoned her?
James also noticed the woman's expression, his small eyes sliding back and forth in their sockets, looking at the woman and then at Link, feeling that Link and this rich woman probably really had something going on.
"Hello, Mr. Link Baker, I am Nora Duva. Franco Duva is my husband."
The woman stood up and extended her hand.
Nora Duva?
Link shook hands with her, wondering what the head of the major events company was doing in his small shop.
(End of Chapter)
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