Miracle Physical Therapist

Hospital Team 2 Senior Therapist Cha Min-kyu

Hospital Team 2 Average Therapist Seo Jong-hoon

In-patient team 1, average therapist Woo Jin Won

In-patient 3-team average therapist's advisor

In-patient team 3 intern alliance

And Kim Sung-woo, and selfish.

Seven of them entered the fierce training for the wheelchair basketball competition. Not only did I train with Seungwoo during my treatment time, but I also did time after work.

I actively applied at the hospital. Seven people were able to train more comfortably because they lent them dedicated wheelchair support, a nearby field office, and even operated the shuttle bus.

Just when they started, their skills were poor. They were chosen for a bit of wheelchair rolling, despite their advanced skills such as shooting, dribbling, and even running towards the ball was a mess. The morale of the therapists, or athletes, has dropped to the bottom.

“Can I go to the competition like this? ”

“I don't think that's going to work. I don't know if it's just humiliating to go out there. ”

“I didn't want to do it in the first place. ”

However, the sweat did not betray the man either. Continuing with the training, changes were made to their abilities. I became familiar with driving, became familiar with driving, and became easier to use my skills. As the weaving bird began to be equipped, even the attitudes of the athletes started to change.

“This is quietly interesting. ”

“The workout is bigger than I thought. ”

“I mean, I lost two kilos. No belly fat, no vacations, no tuition, no nothing like that. ”

“By the way, you and the deputy commander are really good. He's gonna be good soon. ”

The young basketball prodigy continued his training and was looking for his old skills. A stable lay-up, as well as a bank shot from a 45-degree angle, was extremely accurate.

Comrades also showed good skills. There was no sophisticated dribble or shot, but he was stirring his coat with a powerful play from a large body.

I couldn't help but notice a miracle. He enjoyed basketball in school and surprised everyone with a class of wheelchair skills and dribble skills. People didn't know, but the level-up effect of the magic hand affected the hand skills.

“Hey, Deputy Chief, you're really good at dribbling. ”

“Seismic shooting is an art. ”

“Comrades have the best energy levels. Aren't you tired? ”

After some personal skills had been improved, I started training for team tactics. Passing through, practicing the promised play, such as deep learning.

The day came when I was so focused on training. The day of the famous hospital basketball game.

* * *

May 4, 2018.

Saturday mornings where the sky is especially clear.

A lot of people gathered at the Seoul City Gym.

Those who move around in wheelchairs, those who bounce back and forth in basketball, those who support them, and those who rush like they're preparing for something.

Everyone filled the playground with golden sunshine and was preparing for the upcoming competition.

“Attention, everyone! ”

It was during the mid-year period that stopped them from doing so. He had been instructed by his name and was dedicated to the event.

“The competition is about to begin. If you are going to attend the competition and would like to attend, please gather quickly inside the basketball court. ”

At the end of the mid-term, people who were staying outside, avoiding the crowded interiors, entered the Ur basketball court. Some of them looked familiar.

“Here we go. ”

The miracle of wearing a uniform with the phrase MS on it.

“Yes, here we go. ”

Kim Sung-woo in uniform, too.

“I'm shaking.”

And there were five athletes who had trained together.

“Are you all confident? ”

The miracle looked at everyone and asked.

“ ……. ”

The question reminded me of five players, including the asteroid, who had suddenly been selected and spent three weeks preparing for it.

“I'm confident. ”

Of course, I wasn't confident in winning. It was too impulsive to think about beating an existing team.

But winning was not the only thing that was good. Sometimes there is a beautiful defeat. Famous hospital wheelchair basketball team, team MS wheelchair, was going to try it today. Beautiful defeat.

“Love as an act! The 1st Infamous Hospital Boat Wheelchair Basketball Competition starts now! ”

The competition began with a special announcement from a professional host. A total of four teams participated in the competition today. The four teams would compete for the winning prize of KRW 10 million for the cattle hold, YD for the dragons, HYD for the waters, and MS for the wheelskets.

“First game! YD vs. MS Wheelskate! ”

A combined teenage wheelchair rushed into Ur's basketball court with the host's resounding shout. There were 10 athletes to compete in the first match.

“Waaaah!”

More than 300 spectators in small seats cheered in unison.

I saw the hospital personnel. The seats in the center were held by rehabilitation officers, executives and chiefs such as Young-gyu Park and Aussie Park, and afterwards, the seats were held by Songhanna, the team's team leaders, deputy chiefs, and interns who were so emphasized by Aussie.

And there was a food court on the other side. The proceeds from this food court, which sells food such as hamburgers, chicken, and Tteokbokki, were to be donated for the full benefit of the currency exchange.

Hearing the news, several reporters were filming all over the gym, and 10 players who were going to compete gathered at the center of the court with their faces wide open.

Whistle wrapped around his neck before the match.

“Fair enough. Let's play fair! Interpersonal greetings. ”

Pair-playing greetings continue, and athletes converge in battle formation. The two tallest men in both teams face each other in order to jump ball, while the rest of the players move to an easy place to catch the ball.

The game is on.

The first score came surprisingly from the MS wheelchair team. The Alliance hit the jumpball with an attack coat, and the miracle of running at the start was the connection to the Norman Raise.

“Waaaah!”

The atmosphere naturally warmed up. There's a lot of hospital staff here right now. A great cheer poured out.

However, the atmosphere did not last long. The fight against YD, which is called the best in the game, has begun.

YD exerted overwhelming performance to the extent that the first goal was to touch the lion's nostrils while he slept, giving and receiving them verbally.

Score again, score again, score again.

It was almost surprising. They scored by shooting while the wheels were rolling, connecting easy scores with the spirit of the wheelskets and dribbles.

Wheel skating, on the other hand, did not meet the classics. They are stuck in YD's pressure defense, unable to mount an attack like this, and they blow the opportunity to attack with a shot I don't know.

It was a situation worth taking a look at, but I didn't take it. YD felt that the sporting spirit was doing its best and pushed the wheelchair without any loosening.

That's how the second quarter ended. The score is 7 to 34.

The score was so meaningless to calculate the difference in scores. A situation where morale wouldn't be strange if it fell to the ground. However, the wheelchair bench atmosphere was not so bad.

“They're really good over there...... Isn't this almost a circus? ”

“I mean, how do you throw a shot while the wheel is rolling? ”

“Isn't that great? We scored seven points against that team. ”

“I don't know. It was more propaganda than I thought. I also succeeded in the game I was promised in the Jumpball context. ”

But there was something unfortunate about it. The miracle looked back at the meteor sitting dead. Perhaps due to excessive motivation and tension, the usual shot was not entering today at all.

“It's a storm.”

The miracle is summoned, and the storm is bowing its head. The voice continues.

“Shots can come in and shots can't come in. You usually have a very high success rate. So don't push it. Throw it when you get a chance. Remember, this is the stage for you today, Orlot. ”

It was common consolation. But as soon as I heard that, the storm felt strangely comfortable. The Magic Mouse of Miracles had once again cast a spell.

“I understand.”

The gaze of the storm answering was shimmering.