Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Xiao’s hand injury evidently could not be cured just by conservative therapy. He had to make an appointment for surgery as early as possible. The success rate of the surgery was slim. Only a miracle would allow Xiao to return to his peak, and 99.9% of the possibilities were that Xiao’s golden era of his career would probably end.
How could that be?
After walking in an infinite number circles, Yuan Wei stopped and closed his eyes slightly, forcing out a smile. “When we return to S city, let’s go to the hospital for another examination. The condition might not be as bad as we think it is.”
“Mm.” Xiao agreed.
Yuan Wei opened his mouth, wanting to say some consoling words, but swallowed them all back when he looked at Xiao’s silent side profile.
Just then, outside the door, a voice that they were not unfamiliar to and its owner came running hurriedly. “Brother Xiao, Brother Yuan Wei.”
Yuan Wei looked up and saw Ji Zhiyao panting as he walked in and was slightly surprised. “How did you get in?”
Theoretically, the room was guarded by security personnel outside of the backstage, and Ji Zhiyao should not have been able to enter the waiting area this easily.
Ji Zhiyao stood still, and although he was answering Yuan Wei’s question, his glance kept moving towards Xiao who was silent. “It was probably Fi-god who had notified them beforehand. I showed them my VIP ticket number, and they just let me in.”
Yuan Wei nodded and did not speak.
Ji Zhiyao turned around. His tone was a little cautious as he spoke. “Brother Xiao, are you okay?”
Xiao lifted his eyes and easily saw heartfelt concern and sincerity that could not be concealed in the youth’s eyes. Thus, he smiled, lifting his wrist as he pretended to put on a relaxed front. “Not too good, almost being bandaged into a pig’s trotter by the physiotherapist.”
Ji Zhiyao forcefully lifted the corner of his lips. He could see very clearly that it was extremely taxing for Xiao when he did just the action of slightly lifting his hand earlier. The perspiration on his forehead had long since bee trickles.
He pursed his lips, not knowing what he should say.
Turning over, he saw the small wall-mounted television in the waiting room display the word “DEFEAT.” This meant that their team who was currently peting outside had lost… His mood followed and became even more gloomy.
Mid-laner reserve Xiaofei going on middle lane, mid-laner Heng to the jungle… this defeat that had been anticipated much earlier ing true in a mere twenty minutes was really adding insult to the injury.
A few minutes later, five people filed in. Mo Huaifeng walked right at the front. The person he had seen at first glance was Ji Zhiyao. However, his expression was very indifferent, and he shifted his gaze onto Xiao. The unhappiness from losing the tournament came second this time. “Is your hand still okay?”
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