Ah, the team doctor is actually a light elf!

Lu Qingyin put away her notebook, and after a while, everyone arrived one after another.

His expression was completely different from when he warmly greeted her to sit down in the cafeteria, and there was worry on his face.

"Qingyin, how is Sister Muhan doing?"

"Yes, do you have any news here? I heard that she was picked up directly by the car."

A101, which has always been full of joy recently, has become gloomy, and everyone can't help but look worried.

Yinyin reassured: "I don't know what the situation is now. Before Teacher Wang comes back, I will give you basic physical therapy first."

These days, Wang Yan has taught her how to use a lot of equipment, and many of the physical therapy equipment are actually very simple.

She can also make a comprehensive analysis together with the case based on the light spots on the athlete's body, so she can often find the best treatment site more accurately.

Before she could finish two sets, Wang Yan's hurried figure burst in from the door.

He was so dusty and there was no smile on his face at all.

The people sitting on the sofa next to him stood up quickly, and even the people lying on the bed quickly turned their heads to see what was going on.

Wang Yan took off his coat and hung it aside, then put on a clean coat neatly.

"Uncle Wang, how is Sister Muhan? Is it serious?"

While sorting it out, he said: "The injury is a bit serious, I may have to stop training and rest for a while."

The rest of the people were anxious. Although they were not in the same sport, they were both in track and field, and they met in the physical therapy room every night, so they had already gotten along well.

Zhou Feng was the most excited. He took two steps forward and came to Wang Yan. He asked with a heavy face: "Then is it possible for her to catch up with the team trials? What about the National Track and Field Championships in two months? That is the National Games. In the qualifying round, this is Sister Muhan’s most likely chance to enter the national team!”

Following Zhou Feng's anxious questioning, everyone looked over.

After hearing Zhou Feng's words, they all understood in their hearts. The purpose of the National Games is to select talents for the next Olympic Games and select fresh blood to prepare for the next Olympic Games.

Sister Muhan is no longer a young girl who just joined the team. If she misses this Olympic cycle, her sports career will have to stop here.

There was a trace of regret in Wang Yan's eyes, and his voice was a little low: "I guess I can't catch up. Well, be careful when training in the future. Don't get hurt."

In recent times, the treatment room, which was always filled with a cheerful atmosphere, felt so dull and depressing for the first time.

All night long, no one was in the mood to chat.

After all the athletes dispersed, Lu Qingyin needed to know about the follow-up work arrangements and was informed of Sister Muhan's injury.

"It was diagnosed as a second-degree ligament strain. The injury site this time was the medial collateral ligament of the ankle. It also caused an old injury on the lateral ankle ligament."

Yinyin thought of what she had learned during this period.

At the end of the back-over style high jump run-up, the take-off foot touches the ground along the outside of the heel first. When the take-off foot lands, the ankle joint is no longer in its normal anatomical position.

During the entire process from exerting force to landing, the medial ligaments are in a tight state and the lateral joint capsule ligaments are in a squeezed state, which can easily cause sports injuries.

Ankles, knees, and lower back are the most vulnerable parts for back jumpers.

Yinyin felt sour in her heart.

"Athletes work really hard. These days, I hardly see anyone without injuries."

Wang Yan also expressed regret: "In fact, what they can't accept the most is not the injuries, but the fact that the injuries affect their training and competition, and they can't produce results."

Wang Yan shook his head, and then said: "You won't need to follow me during the day tomorrow. Go see her and talk to her. She must be feeling uncomfortable."

Yinyin nodded and said seriously: "Okay."

Before going to bed at night, she looked at her spiritual sea. Among the seven or eight springs in the center, one became much slower. It was particularly conspicuous next to Renxin's mouth, which was rushing out.

Ever since she met Ren Xin that day, the spring that had expanded to the thickness of her wrist had been providing a steady stream of light power to her spiritual sea.

The power of light in the spiritual sea is no longer making ends meet, but is slowly rising.

Recalling the darkness of Sister Muhan's injuries that day, she realized that although she had not yet reached level two, she was once a level five dawn elf.

She has learned all the second-level healing spells.

With this beautiful expectation, Yinyin fell into sleep.

The next day, she took everyone's thoughts and set off to the hospital that the training base cooperated with.

"Yinyin, why are you here?"

Gao Muhan still had a gentle smile on his face.

But Lu Qingyin could clearly see that the light elements around her were not active at all. She was lying on the hospital bed in a hospital gown with a brace on her leg.

The injury is to the ankle, and you cannot train until it recovers. It will take two or three months to recover from the injury. You will not be able to train for two or three months, and it will take a long time for your muscles and skills to return to their peak condition.

She has to miss almost half a year of competition. This is really an uncomfortable thing for Sister Mu Han, who is not young and is in her prime.

She felt a little sour in her heart, but she still had a sweet smile on her face: "Actually, everyone wants to come see you because of training, so I can only come here on behalf of everyone."

She put the fruit basket next to the bedside table and picked a big, red apple.

He bumped it in his hand, then smiled and said, "I'll cut one for you."

Gao Muhan took her hand and said, "You're not too hungry now, why don't you come and watch the live broadcast of the game with me?"

Lu Qingyin could vaguely feel that she was not in a good mood. Was she still watching the high jump competition at this time? Wouldn't that make matters worse?

She moved a stool to sit next to the hospital bed with concern, and the flat screen on the small table tilted over.

What comes into view is not a high jump pole, but a piece of ice glowing with white light.

"Sister Muhan, what is this?"

Gao Muhan's face brightened slightly and he said, "The World Figure Skating Grand Prix is ​​one of the top events in figure skating."

Yinyin noticed that Sister Muhan's mood improved significantly when she talked about this, so she planned to chat with her about this topic for a while.

In the live broadcast, many people are stepping on skates, drawing beautiful curves on the ice, or jumping as light as a swallow.

The elves are born with excellent artistic talent, and their ability to perceive art is stronger than that of any other race. They are often immersed in beautiful art involuntarily.

Yinyin is no exception. Just one glance made her interested in this project.

I didn’t expect there to be such a competitive event that perfectly combines strength and beauty.

She asked curiously: "Is there a figure skating team in our training base?"

Gao Muhan shook his head and said: "This is a Winter Olympics event, and our base does not have it. There are so many events in our base, aren't they enough for your liking?"

Yinyin chuckled and touched her nose.

She pointed to one of the tall figures and said: "I think he skates the best, so smooth and silky. These beautiful curves and arcs make people reluctant to blink."

Gao Muhan gave a thumbs up and said: "Know the goods!"

"His name is Shen Lingci, a figure skater I particularly like, and we are Chinese!"

Yinyin looked at him carefully, and then said: "He is quite good-looking. He has a cold and proud air about him. His facial features are distinct, but he does not give people a sharp and sharp look. However, I still prefer him in the ice. action."

"Sister Muhan, what do you like about him?"

Gao Muhan lowered his eyes and smiled: "Me? I was actually not interested in figure skating originally. Shen Lingci has been a genius since he was a child, but when he broke through the developmental barrier, I suddenly fell in love with him."

"In just one year, he suddenly grew more than 20 centimeters tall and became a tall man of over 1.8 meters. He lost most of his jump. Before he grew up, he had a world-class level. After he grew up, everyone sighed and said that he was It's a pity that even fans thought he was going to sink into the lake, but he ended up practicing hard again."

Lu Qingyin always felt that Sister Muhan seemed not to be talking about Shen Lingci on the screen, but rather to herself.

"For two or three consecutive seasons, whether it was the Grand Prix, the Four Continents Championship, the World Championships, or the Olympics, we were all leading!"

"As long as he participates in the competition, others can only compete for second place!"

Speaking of the idol's brilliant achievements, Gao Muhan's eyebrows seem to brighten a lot.

She touched the five-star red flag sticker attached to the edge of the tablet.

His eyes were filled with longing: "High jump, like figure skating, is not an advantageous event for our country. I really want to be like him, and to rush up against the wind and waves, so that the national flag can rise in a world-famous event." rise."

The words he spoke were obviously very passionate, but mist appeared in Gao Muhan's eyes.

Yinyin stepped forward to hug her and cheer her up: "Sister Muhan, don't worry. Teacher Wang said the injury is not serious and there will be no sequelae. There will be many opportunities to participate in competitions in the future."

Gao Muhan was hugged by Yinyin, and he quickly used this gesture to wipe the glistening tears from his eyes with his hands.

Then he stepped back and said with a gentle smile: "Don't worry, Yinyin, let's watch the live broadcast of the game. It's probably about to get to him. His skating is particularly sharp this season. Don't be scared later."

Yinyin gently held Sister Muhan's hand, and then turned her eyes to the screen.

Shen Lingci's free skate Costen uses black as the main color, with blood-red fine dark lines and bright silver diamonds as cold as blades, surrounding each other, spreading from the back and heart to the waist and abdomen.

With just one glance, Yinyin felt what Gao Muhan meant by being sharp. It was probably about the theme of war.

Wearing this set of Costen's Shen Lingci looks like a soldier going through war. With the blood and cruelty of war, there is also the determination to defend to the death and make a desperate move.

Shen Lingci skated from the sidelines to the center of the ice on his skates. He seemed to be aware of it and glanced in the direction of the camera.

Probably emotions were brewing, and the surging fighting spirit like a wild beast ready to attack spewed out from the video screen, too strong to be ignored.

At this moment, Lu Qingyin felt like her breathing had stopped.