Dr. Holt was the physician Coach West found for him and also the surgeon employed year-round at the boxing gym. In his fifties, he graduated from the University of Miami School of Medicine and was quite skilled at treating external injuries.
However, with Link, there was little room for Dr. Holt to exercise his skills, because Link had discovered after his arrival that he had a strong self-healing ability. The last time he was stabbed in the back, his injuries healed up normally in just half a month, and ordinary injuries typically took a few days or even a few hours.
The strain in his right arm was also a minor issue that would essentially be fully recovered in less than five days.
In fact, he had already started his physical fitness training yesterday.
After all, there were only thirty-eight days left until the opening of the Olympic Games, where he would face challenges from boxers ranked in the top three across the Five Continents, whose strength was no less than Aragon's; Some were even more formidable than Aragon.
If he were to encounter opponents of Aragon's caliber again, he didn't feel he could successfully KO them, and even if it were Rocky Pitts, another go wouldn't guarantee him a hundred percent chance of winning by TKO within four rounds.
Therefore, the training had to continue, with the goal of improving his strength by a small level in these thirty-eight days.
"Haha, Link is recovering nicely. It seems that the ointment I prepared is very effective. Last time, you didn't even want to use it."
Dr. Holt pulled his right arm for a test and found it functioning normally in stretching and exerting force, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Yes, Gregory, your ointment is quite good."
Link nodded. Dr. Holt had a specially made green plant ointment for which he held a secret recipe, allegedly obtained from a person in the Middle East. It was exceptionally effective for treating bruises and relieving swelling and pain. Others, like West, had recommended it to him too.
After Link was injured, he had also used it three times. Upon application to the arm, it would heat up then cool down, which was quite effective. However, Link noticed that the ointments looked similar to those such as VapoRub, Red Flower Oil, and Yunnan Baiyao, only differing in color and smell.
Since this was Dr. Holt's secret formula, it would be improper for Link to ask about the raw ingredients.
Thanks to Dr. Holt's ointment, combined with his own strong self-healing ability, a strain on his arm would fully recover in just four or five days. Dr. Holt, seeing his quick recovery, credited it all to the ointment and became even more superstitious about it.
"Link, remember to come to me next time you're injured. I dare say that in Miami, no one is better at treating bruises and injuries than I am."
Dr. Holt confidently stated.
Link smiled lightly, carrying the medicine box as he saw Dr. Holt off in his car.
By the afternoon, the sunshine on the beach shone even brighter. The white sands glittered under the sun like salt fields, making it hard to open one's eyes. The water near the shore turned from deep blue to light green under the direct sunlight, clear to the bottom.
The number of white yachts on the distant sea had also increased from two to seven or eight.
The number of tourists on the beach gradually grew as well; Baker's little shop, Daniel's hot dog stand, Michael's surfboard shop, Miss Lina's ice cream parlor, and other businesses welcomed the peak of their daily customer flow.
As Link lay training on the resistance equipment, he heard James greet five batches of customers in succession.
"Hey, Link!"
James pushed the door open, sticking his big head in to look around, and blinking said, "Some customers want to learn diving. Do you want to take the job?"
"Sure, I'll be right there."
Link set down the weight plates and flipped off the rack.
Although working as a diving instructor wasn't very lucrative, diving was also an excellent form of exercise.
Scuba diving can improve cardiorespiratory capacity, reduce body fat, and during deep-water swimming, it requires the use of all the major and minor muscle groups throughout the body. It can exercise the entire body's muscles, and also enhance the body's flexibility, balance, and willpower, etc. It plays a significant role in enhancing physical fitness.
However, when Link went out to greet the six customers outside, two of the girls looked at him and shouted excitedly, saying they had watched his boxing matches and were his boxing fans, really liked his matches, and wanted to take pictures with him.
Link didn't refuse them, and took several photos with the six people.
The recording of his last match with Aragon was broadcast on HBO cable TV channel three days after the end of the qualifiers, along with the recording of his match against 'Rock' Pitts. It was said the viewership of both matches broke through fifteen million users.
Link, thanks to the broadcast of these two matches, made waves in the North American boxing scene and gained many male and female fans.
Being recognized in the shop and asked for photos was not a first for him.
"Link, you're a celebrity now. Once word gets out that you're staying here, all your boxing fans will definitely come over to learn diving from you. Should we raise the prices?"
James whispered in a question.
"No need, we'll schedule appointments. Whenever I'm available, I'll take a group of customers each day, and those who didn't get a turn can wait for the next opportunity."
"Alright, as long as you're here, business will surely be good. We're definitely going to make a lot of money,"
James said gleefully.
Link took a few tourists for a dive near the coral reef, teaching them some diving methods and precautions.
Diving wasn't as difficult as imagined, and as long as one could skillfully use the diving equipment, paying attention to the time, depth of dive, and distribution of physical strength, and not losing contact with companions, the rest was simpler than swimming.
When he returned to the dock in the speedboat, James quietly approached with an odd expression and told him that a woman was waiting for him at the shop, saying she had something to discuss with him.
"What woman?"
Link asked while organizing his diving gear bag.
"About forty years old, wearing a Prada dress, holding a Gucci round bag, and her car parked on the highway is an apple-colored Maserati sports car. She looks like a wealthy woman. Is she the rich woman who gave you the sports car?"
James squeezed his small eyes and his round face was full of curiosity.
Link shook his head; he didn't remember knowing such a woman. He carried his bag back to Baker's shop, where a woman with delicate makeup sat under the sunshade by the door, her age and attire similar to the description given by James.
However, the woman had short hair down to her ears and a slightly tough look with a hint of masculinity, exuding a sharp and decisive aura that made her seem anything but simple.
As Link appeared at the entrance, the woman also looked over, her eyes sharp and piercing as if she could see right through him, but her expression hid a deep bitterness that left Link puzzled. Could it be that he had once had a relationship with a middle-aged woman and abandoned her?
James also noticed the woman's expression. His small eyes slid around in their sockets, now looking at the woman, now at Link, feeling that Link and this wealthy woman probably did indeed have a history.
"Hello, Mr. Link Baker, I'm Nora Duvall, Franco Duvall is my husband,"
the woman said as she stood up and extended her hand.
Nora Duvall?
Link shook her hand, puzzled as to what the head of a major event company wanted in his small shop.