Besides Brescia's General Manager, Mauro Pedrazzoli, and Baggio's agent, Petrone, a white-haired old man had also rushed to the clinic.
Chen Yu recognized him at a glance.
Italy's head coach, the world-famous Giovanni Trapattoni.
Just a moment ago, Chen Yu had been thinking about him. He never expected to turn around and find the man standing right in front of him.
"Hello, Dr. Chen."
Trapattoni stepped forward and extended his hand. The corners of his mouth turned up unnaturally. He seemed to be trying to smile, but perhaps because he was so used to his usual stern expression, the result was slightly awkward.
Chen Yu didn't mind and shook his hand with a smile.
'He must be here to personally check on Baggio's condition. He did say he was willing to give Baggio a chance.'
After a few brief pleasantries, Petrone was already eager to ask about Baggio's condition.
"He's on the soccer field. Let's go take a look." His condition would be obvious at a glance.
