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Chapter 503 - 252: Hansen Wants to Go to Los Angeles

Chapter 503: Chapter 252: Hansen Wants to Go to Los Angeles

After enduring the award ceremony, Hansen was rushed to a local hospital.

Ajalee joined him in the ambulance.

Having learned that Hansen had a fever, she had already come to Miami, and tonight she watched with a heavy heart as Hansen played the entire game.

It could only be said that this game was worth all of Hansen’s efforts.

Because what he gained was not just a championship.

For a woman who loved basketball, what could be more satisfying than witnessing a godlike performance from her own boyfriend?

For Ajalee, who had never lacked anything since childhood, Hansen had become her most lethal poison.

Of course, it was not just Ajalee who went to the hospital; Wallace, Joerger, Guy, and Randolph also drove there later.

"Go enjoy the most important moment of your lives—I don’t need you right now."

In the end, it was Hansen who drove Guy and the others away.

Finally, only Ajalee and Wallace were left in the room.

Wallace hesitated, only speaking when Hansen signaled that it was okay.

"I’m going to resign after the victory parade."

Wallace’s statement took Hansen by surprise.

Are you leaving before I do?

Wallace soon gave his reason: "I don’t want to be the man who traded the greatest player in history."

It sounded absurd but it was true.

As a manager, Wallace now had a stunning record because of acquiring Hansen, but if he traded Hansen away now, no matter the reason, it would essentially negate his brilliant record.

On the other hand, if he resigned before trading Hansen, he would become the most sought-after manager in the league.

He was not strictly bound to stay in Memphis.

"Sorry, because of me you have to leave Memphis."

Wallace had arrived in Memphis in 2007, and it had been almost seven years; he would not have chosen to leave the city where he had lived for so long if it were not for this.

"You don’t need to apologize to anyone in this team, because you’ve placed a championship halo on us all, which will earn us much more than before," Wallace shook his head.

Hansen smiled, but smiling while feverish triggered his pain nerves, causing him to rub his head.

Wallace was about to ask Hansen where he wanted to go, but seeing him like this, he opted not to ask; he simply instructed Hansen to rest well before leaving.

The room was left with only Ajalee and Hansen.

Unexpectedly, Ajalee got up to get some water to wipe his forehead.

Hansen initially thought to say that nurses would do it later, but seeing Ajalee’s earnest demeanor, he chose to enjoy it.

He really had no energy to speak at the moment.

After his forehead felt a bit better and his body’s exhaustion washed over him like a tide, he unwittingly fall asleep.

He had a nightmare again. This time, he dreamt he entered a world of insects, then viruses struck, the insects mutated, and finally, he saw tendrils sprouting from his own body.

When he abruptly opened his eyes, he was soaked all over as if drenched by rain.

Only a dim night light was on; it must have been turned off after he fell asleep.

Instinctively, he reached to turn on the light and realized his hand was being tightly held.

Turning his head, he found Ajalee holding his hand and sleeping beside the bed.

This touched Hansen deeply because the last time he experienced this was in his past life as a child, sick in the hospital, his mother sleeping there similarly.

Ajalee did not have the aura of Swift or Scarlett, but relative to them, she seemed more like a real person.

This person cared about him deeply.

Hesitating for a moment, Hansen eventually woke Ajalee up.

It was very easy to catch a cold sleeping in the hospital like this.

"You should go rest at the hotel; I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and find you gone."

Ajalee initially wanted to stay, but Hansen gave her a reason she couldn’t refuse.

As Ajalee left, there was a stir at the door, then Rondo, who had probably been waiting outside because Ajalee was inside, entered.

Hansen asked Rondo to turn on the light and then called for the nurse to come and clean him up.

After being cleaned and dressed, Hansen felt much better.

His fever should abate in about two days, especially since he had taken fever-reducing medicine and had just sweated profusely.

Of course, other symptoms would not disappear so quickly.

He asked Rondo to raise his bed a little and then had Rondo sit down to discuss matters.

He didn’t really have "Four Knights"; the one he truly trusted was always Rondo who had stuck with him.

The Grizzlies’ dynasty was complete; it was time to discuss his next move.

Hansen had thought about this issue, but he had not delved too deeply as the last championship with the Grizzlies had drained a lot of his energy.

What he knew for sure was that he wouldn’t consider teams that were unwilling to invest, like the Rockets.

Alexander had once refused to pair Yao with a ten-million-dollar shooter, then turned around and bought his son a thirty-million-dollar Pagani. Such teams were the first to be ruled out.

There was also another team he preemptively removed from consideration, the San Antonio Spurs. Hansen would even go to Boston before playing for Popovich.