The physical exertion of an F1 race is imnse, especially for Chen Xiangbei, who just completed a reverse overtaking race.
Worried about the car issues, Chen Xiangbei stayed behind to disassemble parts with the team mbers.
Now that the problems have been mostly identified, it doesn’t make much sense for Chen Xiangbei to stay longer; it would be better to return to the hotel early to rest, recover quickly, and prepare for the back-to-back South Korea Station event over the weekend.
Currently, Chen Xiangbei’s points rank him fourth in the driver standings, just behind Vettel, Alonso, and Schumacher, and the scores are very close to the top. It’s very likely he could complete a reversal at the next event.
A rookie season leading the points table, and being a Chinese driver—it’s thrilling just to think about it.
"No, I want to go to the hospital first."
Chen Xiangbei shook his head, refusing Odetto’s suggestion to go to the hotel.
"You want to visit Trulli?"
"Yes."
Even without considering that Trulli’s accident was due to blocking for him, simply on the grounds of their teammate relationship, Chen Xiangbei should go and visit him in the hospital.
Chen Xiangbei wants to change the conservative and moderate image of Chinese athletes, not completely abandon kindness and other courtesies.
Competition is competition, and life is life—these two shouldn’t be mixed.
"Alright, I’ll go with you."
Odetto didn’t refuse this ti. As the team leader and chief race engineer, he should also visit his teammate.
After saying this, he turned and looked at Briatore.
"Are you going?"
"No."
Hua Bu refused without hesitation.
He’s always been a candid and genuine person, not concerned about outside opinions and comnts.
He’s even less interested in performing so contrived "happy family" act!
"Typical of you."
Odetto snorted coldly, then led Chen Xiangbei and turned away.
The dical guarantees for the China Station are always provided by East Sea Huashan Hospital, and naturally, Trulli was also receiving treatnt there.
When Odetto and Chen Xiangbei arrived, Trulli was lying on the hospital bed, his right hand in a thick plaster cast, with race engineer Sote accompanying him nearby.
Seeing Chen Xiangbei and Odetto arriving, Trulli’s face showed a bit of surprise. He pushed against the bed fra to sit up, not wanting to show his weakness in front of outsiders, especially with a young competitor present.
After entering, everyone greeted each other, and then Odetto asked Sote.
"How are the injuries?"
"Serious bone fracture; the doctor advises at least two months out of professional competition."
Upon hearing this response, the ward fell into sudden silence.
Everyone present understood what two months’ absence ant for a veteran.
Especially with his seat, as the third driver eagerly waiting for an opportunity.
"Trulli, thank you. I owe you one."
Chen Xiangbei was the first to break the silence. He didn’t know what words of comfort he could offer, so he could only express that he owes Trulli a favor.
"You don’t owe anything. I did this just to execute the team’s orders."
Trulli responded calmly, but both of them understood the deeper truth.
Blocking Rosberg so Chen Xiangbei could overtake was already fulfilling the team’s orders.
Crashing with Hamilton and helping Chen Xiangbei resolve the biggest threat was entirely outside of the orders.
Perhaps, unknowingly, Trulli had already changed his view considerably on Chen Xiangbei, showing his willingness to actively help this young Chinese racer.
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