League of Legends: The Right Hand of God

The entire canyon fell into silence.

Zhang Yifeng's skate shoes and Jax beside him did not return or move around.

The Enchantress and the captain both stopped their way, because they both knew that the battle was over.

Even the audience who watched the live broadcast, and Shawn Yue himself, were so stuck in their throats that they couldn't say anything.

Shawn Yue found himself crying again.

He was moved to tears by Zhang Yifeng's manipulation.

Everyone seems to have returned to S3, feeling the fiery arena, and seeing him in high spirits!
After a while, Shawn Yue finally roared out a few words.

"Brothers! Tell me loudly, who is he!"

"Desperate situation! He can break through the desperate situation countless times!"

"Turn the tide from the collapse, and help the building to collapse!"

"I can't think of any words to describe my shock at the moment."

"Those who say that his condition is declining, that he has a bad attitude, I want to ask those people now, do you have the face? Do you still have the face to say such shitty words!!!"

In Zhang Yifeng's own room.

At this moment, his right fist was clenched tightly. Apart from alleviating the pain, he also wanted to ease his mood.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had such a hearty operation.

And he, at this moment, really felt that he was still the god of AD who made people tremble, and he was still the king with the right hand of God!
It's just that the severe pain in his hand is still reminding him that maybe next time, maybe next time, if he dares to use his hand like this, then he will wait for his hand to be completely abolished That day!

But Zhang Yifeng doesn't regret it, if he is given a choice, next time, next time, countless times, he will choose to explode with [-]% of his ability, even if he really loses a hand, he will not hesitate.

At this time in the game, Kanti and Yuuki are frantically swiping his ID and praising his name.

On the opposite public screen, a bright red message also jumped in front of him.

"Await your return."

This message was sent by ROOKIE. After sending this message, Song Yijin directly chose to surrender.

The vote to surrender was unanimously passed.

Everyone knew that they would not be able to win in this man's hands today.

With the explosion of the red team's base crystal, the game was officially over, and the sweat on Zhang Yifeng's forehead had already formed a thread drop by drop.

Pain, excruciating pain.

The whole hand was so sore that I lost all feeling.

Xue Meng pushed the door open and entered Zhang Yifeng's room at some point. Originally, she came to talk to Zhang Yifeng about the live broadcast, and she had already said hello. It was all arranged for Zhang Yifeng.

I didn't expect to see such a side of Zhang Yifeng when I entered the door.

Seeing the painful look on Zhang Yifeng's face and the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, Xue Meng's face turned pale with fright.

"Yifeng, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?!" Xue Meng rushed forward.

What she was most worried about was that Zhang Yifeng had a heart attack or something like that, because she had heard a lot about the sudden death of professional players or programmers who stayed up late.

At this time, of course, I think about the serious aspect.

But Zhang Yifeng waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I've got an old problem, it'll be fine after a while."

Xue Meng also noticed that what Zhang Yifeng was covering was only his right hand, and Zhang Yifeng's right wrist and fingers were also red and swollen.

Xue Meng finally felt more at ease, as long as it wasn't such a fatal problem.

20 minute later.

In Zhang Yifeng's room, an old man with gray hair and glasses came.

The old man was wearing a white coat, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, looking hale and spirited. At first glance, he looked like an old professor who had made great achievements in the field of medicine.

"Professor Bai, is there something wrong with his hand? Is it twisted?"

The old professor shook his head, took off his glasses, looked at Zhang Yifeng, and asked, "Young man, you should know what's wrong with your hands, right?"

Zhang Yifeng nodded.

In fact, his right hand is already feeling much better after being treated with ice compresses and medicines, and there is nothing serious except that it is a little difficult to move.

But both Zhang Yifeng and the old professor knew that this was only a temporary solution to the symptoms, not the root cause.

It can be said that Zhang Yifeng's right hand is a timed fried egg, and what they are doing now is trying to delay the explosion time of this fried egg.

The professor got up and said to Xue Meng, "Miss Xue, what's your name?"

As soon as the old professor came, he started to deal with Zhang Yifeng's injury in a hurry. He didn't even have time to ask the most basic greetings and inquiries, so it was inevitable that he was a little embarrassed at this time.

Xue Meng didn't care, what she wanted to know now was what was wrong with Zhang Yifeng's hand.

"He is my fiance, surnamed Zhang, you can call me Xiaoxue, just call him Xiao Zhang."

"You Xiao Zhang's boyfriend's problem, to put it bluntly, is that you use your hands too much!"

The old professor has rich experience, and he doesn't even need to take Zhang Yifeng for an examination at this time, he knows how serious Zhang Yifeng's condition is.

"Today, the tendon sheath was too worn, the inflammation broke out, and there was a slight tear of the ligament. If it was more serious, the entire Achilles tendon would rupture, and the hand would be useless!"

"Young man, I advise you to follow me to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. Your problem is already serious. It's not too late for treatment. Don't wait until you really can't move your hands, then you will regret it! "

The old professor was not alarmist, and what he said was all the truth.

But Zhang Yifeng still refused and thanked him.

Zhang Yifeng knew that if he wanted to completely cure his right hand injury, he might not be able to do any high-frequency or high-weight movements with his right hand for half a year.

This is worse than killing him, how could he accept it.

In the end, Xue Meng paid the reward, thanked the famous professor again and again, and then saw off the guests.

And Zhang Yifeng is also a typical person who healed the scar and forgot the pain, and held the mouse again, and was about to click for another game.

But his move was roughly stopped by Xue Meng.

"You're crazy! Are you really not afraid of losing your hands?" Xue Meng grabbed the mouse and directly helped Zhang Yifeng click off.

"Bath and sleep!" Xue Meng was angry and distressed at the same time.

She only found out today that Zhang Yifeng's hand injury was already so serious.

Xue Meng never thought that just moving the mouse and typing on the keyboard would also get hurt?
Zhang Yifeng looked at the time, it was just past 11:[-], and begged: "I'll hit you again, and I'll sleep, I can't sleep even now!"

But Xue Meng firmly disagreed, so Zhang Yifeng had no choice but to give up.

Who made me depend on others now, but having said that, Xue Meng is doing it for her own good. It just so happens that her right hand is still very stiff. Forcing the operation will not only make her unable to keep up with the operation, but also aggravate her condition. Let's forget it today.