League: I really didn't hang up

Chapter 61

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After the second kick was blown in Gala's hands twice, the little boy stared at the black Gala and gave a thumbs up silently.

"Siguoyi!"

Then he turned around and ran away without saying a word, leaving Gala alone in the wind and snow.

At this time, he really wanted to sing a song.

"Snowflakes are fluttering, the north wind is blowing..."

"Do not--"

"Do not--"

Gala shook her left hand again and again, after making sure it didn't respond, she howled helplessly.

"Fuck, my arm is broken..."

What he didn't know was that because of this morning's antics, the entire LPL audience would remember it.

Gala didn't say that she was in a hurry to see a doctor, but was trying to see if she could get her hand back.

Every time he touched his wrist, there was a piercing pain in his body.

Gala was in so much pain that she almost shed tears, but at the same time, the data on the system panel experienced an abnormal cliff-like surge.

[Broken left wrist: Muscle strengthening +1600; Qi and blood strengthening +2300; Sensitivity strengthening +1700...]

Countless body data soared upwards at an explosive growth rate that had never been seen before.

Gala couldn't take it anymore, and hurried back to the base. As soon as she entered the door, she met Xiaohu and Xiao Ming who came down from upstairs to have breakfast.

"Wow, gala, you got up so early?" Xiao Ming said with a smile, "Why did you go?"

Gala endured the pain in her wrist, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead like soybeans.

"Well, call 120 for me, thank you." Gala tried her best to suppress her tone to the calmest state.

Two brothers, Xiao Hu and Xiao Ming, one with sleepy eyes and the other yawning, didn't realize that Gala's state was not right.

"120? What's wrong?"

Gala pointed to the loose wrist of her left hand and said, "My hand is broken."

"..."

Xiao Ming: "???"

"Don't mess with it, gala, it's easy to attract gangsters when you talk like this," Xiao Ming rubbed his eyes, and reminded cautiously: "Don't be awkward, brother shy, what kind of arm is broken, you need to be an AD with a broken arm."

"..."

Gala was so anxious that she was about to cry, raised her wrist and shook it casually in the air, and said, "My hand is really broken, I didn't beat the trash can, it was blown up by a firecracker."

This is Xiaohu already aware of the seriousness of the matter, he hurriedly walked down to check the situation of Gala, and immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the emergency center without further ado.

"Fuck? What did you do—"

Xiao Ming was dumbfounded.

After looking for ice packs and towels, after letting Gala sit down, Xiao Ming hurried upstairs again and called the team leader Hui Hui.

Huihui is a girl, and she is usually in charge of the life in the base.

After seeing the injury on Gala's hand, Huihui immediately made a simple bandage and fixed him, and then asked Xiaohu Xiaoming to accompany him to the hospital.

"I've already dialed 120, why don't you wait?" Xiaohu asked with concern.

Huihui put the windbreaker on her body, then took the key and walked outside: "It's too late, I'll drive Gala there, you can call them and talk to them, don't let them come."

……

after an hour.

Inside the Department of Surgery of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Aurora Affiliated Hospital.

Xiaohu and Xiao Ming stood on the left and right sides of Gala, and the two held Gala's body tightly.

The strong man locks up the man belongs to it.

"Don't be nervous, it doesn't hurt, bear with it, it will pass soon."

The surgeon explained to Gala, and then grabbed Gala's arms and palms, rubbing them vigorously.

A click.

"what--"

There was a scream in the department.

The surgeon waved his hands and smiled, and said, "Try to move around a bit, you see what I said is right, just bear with it."

Gala's face darkened on the spot, he tried to bend his fingers, one, two, three...

"Five fingers!"

"My five fingers can move!"

Gala shed tears of joy and regret.

"Five fingers are really good this time! But the left hand is still not good!"

The surgeon hurriedly interrupted: "Don't move around, I will fix you with a plaster cast later. Although your wrist has been connected, the problem of fracture still exists."

"Ah?" Xiao Ming panicked immediately, "Then can he still move his hands?"

The surgeon glanced at Xiao Ming and explained: "It's been a hundred days since the injury, not to mention it's still winter, he will definitely not be able to move this gesture in a while."

"???"

Xiaohu petrified on the spot, and said dumbfounded: "Doctor, we are professional e-sports players, and we will play a game tomorrow. This game is very important to us. Do you think there is any way to restore his wrist to normal? Tomorrow is fine too."

The director of surgery blew his beard and stared at Xiaohu, then lost his temper and said, "If I really had that ability, I wouldn't stay here and be a little doctor."

"..."

Although Xiaohu was impatient, he also knew that the director of surgery was right.

The CT scans showed that Gala not only had a dislocated wrist, but also had multiple fractures and soft tissue contusions, as well as damage to the epidermis.

But the problem is that the game is going to be played tomorrow, what should I do?

"No, I have to play tomorrow."

Gala said firmly that he never expected that because of a wave of operational errors of his own, he would not be able to play now.

"I feel that there is nothing wrong with my hands. I can still move around. I just need to exercise."

Gala said anxiously.

Xiaohu and Xiaoming glanced at the team leader Huihui, who spread his hands helplessly and said, "You know, I'm in charge of your life, and the competition has nothing to do with me. For Gala's health, I think it's better to listen to the doctor."

"I think it's okay. After tomorrow's game, I'll put on a plaster cast."

As soon as Gala finished speaking, the attending doctor next to her couldn't help but said, "Are you still waiting for tomorrow? If you move a few more times, the problem will get worse. It's hard to say whether you can hug her by then."

"But……"

"No buts."

The arm couldn't twist the thigh, so Gala was finally forced to put a plaster cast on the arm, and then fixed it with a bandage.

When the four of them returned to the base, the coaching staff had already risen.

Seeing Gala's injury, after everyone expressed concern, they soon fell into a difficult problem.

What about tomorrow's German Cup?
"Gala, you should take a good rest first, if it really doesn't work, talk to the league officials quickly, and bring up an AD from the second team."

Coach Tabe said helplessly.

Gala scratched her head dejectedly, and replied: "Coach, I'm sorry, I caused everyone trouble, but can you find a way to let me play? I really want to play."

Rng originally had two backup ADs, wink and betty, but as they finalized the new lineup, these two also left the team and became free agents.

"Now it's not a matter of whether I want you to go, but whether you can go to—"

Tabe looked at Gala with a slight headache, and said softly: "You are so injured, how can you still compete, do you operate with one hand?"

"Ok?"

Gala's eyes lit up, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw.

(End of this chapter)