To play is to win!

As soon as Su Wenle stood firm, Guan Hong could see his hands.

The wrist was swollen from the impact.

The entire back of the hand is still abnormally red, and when you bend your fingers, you can feel the throbbing pain.

"Don't move!" Su Wenle woke up, her heart raised in her throat, and she almost couldn't find her own voice.

The shopkeeper was still chatting and asking about his health, and seemed full of worry.

After all, the problem was caused by their own goods, and it would definitely be a disaster if they were to be held accountable.

Guan Hong no longer cares about responsibility or not, compensation is not compensation.

He said, "Go, go to the hospital."

Calm tone, forced calm.

He can't panic.

Su Wenle looked devastated.

If he continues to fluster, this silly child is afraid that he will cry.

"Let's go." Seeing that Su Wenle was still in a daze, Guan Hong forced a smile, "It's nothing, it just hurt."

Su Wenle's heart skipped a beat when he saw the smile on his pale and sweaty face.

But this was not the time to be in a daze. Su Wenle went up and stood by Guan Hong's injured side, and asked him anxiously, "Which pocket are the car keys in? I'm driving."

"Don't drive. Take a taxi." Guan Hong kept frowning, "I don't trust you."

"Okay, take a taxi, I'll give Brother Meng a call." Su Wenle reached into his trouser pocket, only to remember that one of the culprit's mobile phones had disappeared.

All he needed was a helpless look, Guan Hong knew what he was thinking.

Guan Hong nodded, "Use mine."

"Oh." Under his command, Su Wenle finally took out the phone, turned on the screen, and unlocked it.

Turning on the desktop at one point, Su Wenle paused, then smoothly selected the call, and called Meng Beichuan.

Guan Hong's mobile wallpaper is a photo of them in Los Angeles.

The members of the World Cup team stood outside the gate of the stadium and after taking a group photo, Guan Hong specially asked the photographer to take a double photo for them.

Su Wenle's raised scissors hands are no different from those of tourists visiting the United States.

The only special thing about the group photo is that they are wearing the same red team uniform with the five-star red flag embroidered on the chest.

He didn't dare to think about it any further.

Su Wenle also had a dream of winning the championship against South Korea next year.

But in his dream, he never expected such an accident to happen.

The shopkeeper who caused the accident followed them and even brought two cans of cold beer.

"It's better to apply ice. I'm really sorry. I'll go to the hospital with you."

Facing honest people with good attitudes, Su Wenle really couldn't lose his temper.

After all, he was also at fault.

It probably wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been walking and staring at my phone.

Apart from the pain that made Guan Hong tremble, Guan Hong can still take the beer and joke about it now.

"At this time, I should drink a can. I guess it will be fine tomorrow."

The shopkeeper smiled awkwardly.

He really didn't expect that among the three people, the one with the injured hand was the one with the most stable mentality.

Guan Hong was not only able to joke, but also nudged Su Wenle with his elbow.

"Don't be stupid, help me freeze it."

"Ah."

It's a pity that he pretended to be relaxed, and he really couldn't relieve Su Wenle's guilt.

Seeing that they were depressed, the shopkeeper stopped talking.

An Jing followed in the car and went to the hospital.

Su Wenle was holding the beer can all the time, not daring to put too much force on Guan Hong's wrist.

The color from the red and swollen area made him even foresee the most terrible result.

"fine."

Guan Hong kept saying this all the way, but Su Wenle couldn't take it seriously.

Guan Hong is a liar, the bigger the incident, the more he will deceive people.

The back of his hand was starting to turn blue, how could it not hurt.

At the hospital, they headed straight to the emergency department.

Fortunately, there are not many people.

A tall duo like them rushed into the office, and the doctor stood up involuntarily.

Su Wenle's demeanor is too social, and Su Wenle's eyes are very unfriendly.

"Doctor, take a look, he hit the pillar just now, did he break a bone?!"

He caught Guan Hong's red, swollen and blue right hand, laid it flat on the table, and applied crude ice to his right hand all the way. The scene was even worse.

The wrist was swollen and bulging, and the redness of the palm was faintly blue.

The injuries visible to the naked eye were serious, and Su Wenle was so frightened that his heart stopped.

But the doctor has rich experience, he is not surprised when he changes, and he presses it when he stretches out his hand.

"Wow!" Guan Hong jumped when he was pressed, and he couldn't bear the tingling pain at that moment.

The doctor nodded knowingly.

"The bones should be fine, then take a picture and see."

Guan Hong, who was screaming in pain just now, was still in the mood to ask Su Wenle for credit after hearing this.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and said in a relaxed tone: "Look, I said I'm fine, and now the doctor says the same, so don't worry too much."

The injured person remained calm and comforted those around him.

The doctor couldn't help but add, "I mean the bones should be fine, I still need to take an X-ray to see if there are ligaments."

Su Wenle:! ! !

"What if the ligaments are injured?"

"If the ligament is injured, it depends on the extent of the injury. If you can't see it on the film, you have to do another MRI."

The doctor didn't dare to make a judgment. Seeing the young man's expression collapsed in a second, he finally understood why the injured should comfort the uninjured.

Seeing the helpless expression of the person in front of him, he wanted to comfort him.

The doctor went on to say: "It was just a bump, so it shouldn't be a big problem. To be on the safe side, you can take an X-ray for observation, so don't be too nervous. I asked the nurse to give you two ice packs. While you are waiting for the X-ray, apply ice packs first."

"Okay." Su Wenle's heart is still not stable, but his expression is much more relaxed.

Guan Hong is angry.

He comforted all the way, not as good as the doctor's inability to make a conclusion.

He usually said that Su Wenle was stupid, but now he wished that Su Wenle could be even more stupid.

It's better to be the one who is so stupid that he only believes in himself, and everything he says is right.

However, the injured person has no right to speak, and when they come to the hospital, they are just chopping fish and meat, waiting for arrangements.

For the first time, Su Wenle felt that there were so many people in the hospital.

Even if there are shopkeepers running up and down, queuing up to pay the fee, there are more than 20 numbers in front of the filming room.

Fortunately, it was an emergency, so I could jump in the queue, otherwise Guan Hong's hands would be swollen into trotters if the queue continued like this.

Su Wenle held the ice pack and did not dare to slack off, and insisted on following the doctor's instructions to let his right hand rest when the time came.

From filming to picking up the film, Su Wenle was shrouded in fear.

What should I do if Guan Hong's hand is broken?

What should I do if the ligament is injured?

It's not like the students hurt their right hand while studying and slowly recuperating. It's an international competition soon. They are unwilling to lose to South Korea and are going to win back in a new arena.

The right hand is Guan Hong's life.

It was also Su Wenle's fate.

Thinking, thinking, tears welled up in Su Wenle's eyes, and he raised his hand to touch his eyes.

"Why are you still... hey."

Seeing him like this, Guan Hong raised his hand and patted his head regardless of whether he was in public.

"It's okay, it's really okay, I feel better after applying ice, and the bones are definitely fine."

The more Guan Hong comforted him, the more useless Su Wenle felt.

"I'm sorry." Su Wenle lowered his head, his eyes fell on the ice pack, "I should listen to you."

Guan Hong said with a smile: "It's a good thing if you know your mistakes and can correct them. I don't think I was hurt in vain."

Su Wenle hesitated to speak.

He doesn't think it's worth it.

Players like him, grab a handful, and players like Guan Hong, one in a million.

Such a one-for-one exchange is not worth it.

But he dared not say it.

Guan Hongqiang pretended to be nothing to comfort him for so long, if he doesn't show a good face, it's really...too ignorant.

When Meng Beichuan and Teacher Yang rushed over, Guan Hong had just finished taking the MRI.

"What's the matter? Let me see the injury?"

Stretching out was the red and swollen right hand, which caused Meng Beichuan to slap his forehead violently.

"Oh my god, Guan Hong, what are you doing!"

This is simply a world-class problem in front of him. It has already happened, and even if he scolds him, he can't change the fact.

He felt uncomfortable without saying anything.

However, seeing the two players who were taller than him drooping their heads in depression made him feel even more uncomfortable.

He sighed and said, "Go to the doctor after filming, and listen to the results first."

Su Wenle'an followed quietly, and didn't even speak when he returned to the emergency room.

With Meng Beichuan and Teacher Yang around, he only needs to concentrate on helping Guan Hong apply ice.

The doctor looked at the film and the results of the MRI, and finally made an accurate judgment.

No fractures, ligaments are fine.

Minor soft tissue injuries need to be raised.

The symptoms on the back of the hand look terrible, but there is no injury, which is a good thing.

The doctor said: "Small injury, nothing to worry about, just rest for ten days and a half months, the swelling will subside and the pain will be gone."

Meng Beichuan asked: "Ten days and a half a month? How long?"

The doctor, who was used to giving an approximate time period, was taken aback by his rhetorical question, but still seriously replied: "At least a week, at most a month..."

"During this time, can you do simple exercises, such as holding a mouse?"

The doctor looked at him like a madman.

Usually at this time, I just think about whether I can hold a pen for homework, but this person is even crazier, thinking about holding a mouse.

"It's better not." From a cautious point of view, he advised in a loud voice, "Although no bones and ligaments are injured, soft tissue injuries are also difficult to deal with. The better the rest, the faster the recovery, otherwise the root cause of the disease will be easily left in the future. What rheumatism? Diseases such as arthritis and tendonitis will last a lifetime."

When the name of the hidden disease was thrown out, Meng Beichuan sighed and was speechless.

At least one week means that Guan Hong cannot participate in training.

Bad luck, can not participate in the preseason.

A week is enough to practice two sets of tactical lineups, so it was wasted, and his heart was bleeding.

However, recovery in a week is only an optimistic estimate.

If it drags on for a month...

The consequences were too serious for him to think about.

Teacher Yang was quite sensible. After directly asking the doctor what to pay attention to, he asked Brother Meng to take them home.

He discussed the issue of compensation with the shop owner, but what Guan Hong needed most was rest.

When Meng Beichuan got into the car and closed the door, it slammed with a bang.

The two guys were silent, not even daring to communicate in a small voice.

It's like a child who got into trouble and was asked by the teacher to find his parents.

"Okay, go back and recuperate me honestly. I don't even bother to ask what you guys did when you went out." Meng Beichuan glanced at the rearview mirror and felt that the two should not be held accountable, "Su Wenle quickly The base called and asked my aunt to cook chicken soup in the afternoon. Guan Hong, listen to me, pay attention to yourself, drink chicken soup in the morning, noon and evening, and you will give me a lot of nourishment like confinement.

No one can laugh at a cold joke, but it makes the atmosphere more dignified.

Meng Beichuan could only sigh.

Resigned to driving.

Su Wenle was depressed.

He raised his left leg and curled it up to support Guan Hong's arm, keeping his injured wrist straight.

Guan Hong still had the mood to bend his finger and poke at the palm that he was holding onto.

Ok?

Su Wenle looked at him.

"Smile?"

Su Wenle: ...

Guan Hong never seems to be sad or anxious, except for things as big as losing the game and even getting injured, he still has a smile on his face.

Perhaps because he knew that the injury was not serious, Guan Hong's complexion improved a lot, and he was no longer as pale and sweaty as before.

Ke Su Bunle didn't want to talk.

He was immersed in his own regrets, spread out his palms and grasped the troublesome fingers, not allowing Guan Hong to bend again.

Guan Hong's mobile phone is with Su Wenle, and his right hand is also with Su Wenle.

Su Wenle ignored him.

He has no entertainment at all.

Outside the window are the shadows of vehicles and the buildings speeding past, making him drowsy.

It took a lot of his mind to be surprised.

He fell asleep listening to the rumble of the car, and when he woke up, it was already Yinchuan Villa.

As soon as the door was opened, Guan Hong was greeted by a large group of people greeting him with greetings.

Venus team members fought in two rows in fear, waiting for the special patients to go home.

"You're embarrassing me." Guan Hong said with a smile, "It's like I'm disarmed and returning to my hometown."

"I'm still in the mood to joke around...that means it's all right."

Only Zheng Xi dared to say this in Venus.

If it were someone else, they would have to crowd around to express the concerns of the masses.

"Well, it's okay." Guan Hong pointed to the right hand that was pinched by the ice pack, "Skin trauma, it will be healed in a few days, you guys have to train and go to training, the finals are coming soon. Remember to walk and watch the road, be careful, the lesson from the past is here , it still hurts."

Meng Beichuan was too angry to speak.

Su Wenle was too sad to speak.

The two allowed Guan Hong to lower the injury standard, and smiled to confuse Venus players, but did not correct his statement.

There is no point in spreading panic in the base, and it will also disturb the morale of the army.

Young people are inherently susceptible to emotional contagion.

When Guan Hong sent them away with a gentle smile, Meng Beichuan could see two or three members of the Venus team showing relief expressions.

Still too young indeed.

He sighed, raised his hand and slapped Guan Hong hard on the back.

"You! Go back and lie down and recuperate!"

The sick chicken soup has not been cooked yet, so of course ice pack users are not allowed to enter the training room.

Su Wenle escorted carefully, and finally escorted Guan Hong back to the room.

It was fine when I went out in the morning, but when I came back, I injured the worst part.

"Lele, stop thinking about it, it's not that serious."

Even now, Guan Hong did not give up comforting Su Wenle.

"Oh. Would you like to lie down for a while? I think you fell asleep in the car."

Su Wenle was depressed and did not intend to accept Guan Hong's suggestion.

Instead, it is recommended to start the injury.

This foodie who is always happy has never relaxed his brows since he was injured.

Guan Hong didn't like Su Wenle's behavior.

He was born to be as happy as his name.

"The doctor said to rest for ten days and a half months, so I might as well come to study the recipes. The food in Beiguo Plaza is actually not bad. Is there anything you want to eat from the ones you were optimistic about before? We can order takeaway... But it's far away. It’s a bit far away, and I don’t know if the taste is as good as freshly made.” Guan Hong sat on the bed, not worried about his wrist at all, and he sighed, “Oh, it’s a pity, I didn’t eat Sichuan food after taking the number. Wait Come back from the meeting, let's all go eat once."

All the words revolved around food, intending to divert Su Wenle's attention.

It's a pity that Su Wenle hung his head, and his hands never left the ice pack.

The room was quiet, but there was a slight sound of friction between the ice pack and the skin, making it even more harsh.

Guan Hong couldn't bear this silence.

He raised his left hand to block Zhu Wenle's palm that was focused on icing, and persuaded softly, "Hey, what are you talking about? I don't have a mobile phone to play with, and I don't have a TV to watch. I don't have anyone to chat with. I'm so bored." .”

Finally, Su Wenle asked, "Aren't you afraid..."

His voice was like a gnat.

Feeling overwhelmed with guilt.

Even though he shouldn't have asked such a stupid question at this time, there was still an indelible anger in his heart.

Annoyed myself why I came back early.

He casts the root of all evil upon himself.

The more Guan Hong comforted him, the more uncomfortable he became.

"Don't be afraid." Guan Hong was in a calm state of mind, "I have a sense of proportion, don't think about it."

This kind of thing is not something that he can just stop thinking about if he says don't think about it.

Su Wenle couldn't help but think about "what if".

Those "what ifs" that may affect Guan Hong and the entire team can crush him just by imagining them.

If it wasn't too embarrassing to cry out, and it would make Guan Hong feel sad, Su Wenle would definitely not be able to bear it.

He was no longer in the mood to think about whether it would be embarrassing for a big man to cry.

His mind is full of Guan Hong.

"Look at me, Su Wenle."

Guan Hong's tone was serious, which made Su Wenle's heart tighten.

He raised his head, only to find that there was no blame in Guan Hong's eyes, but tenderness.

The injured man said with a smile: "Although I probably won't be able to participate in the preseason, the preseason does not count as points, nor does it count as a winning percentage. It’s not that important to run in and explore each other.”

"You see, the doctor also said, take a good rest, and you can recover in ten days and a half months. After all, I still have a long time to recover and practice. With my talent, it is too easy to keep up with the rhythm of the game. "

"Your hand is already hurt, no matter how you think about it, it won't help. If you feel guilty, you should listen to me and don't think about it, okay?"

Under Guan Hong's expectant eyes, Su Wenle nodded.

Guan Hong stretched out his hand to stroke his short hair, and finally saw that he was a little cute.

"I'm really not afraid, Lele." Guan Hong said, feeling the soft short hair with the palm of his hand, "As long as you are fine, I have nothing to be afraid of."

The words were affectionate, but the other party didn't appreciate it.

Su Wenle said, "But I'm afraid."

His voice was aggrieved, as if there were tears in his eyes.

Guan Hong, who said he was not afraid, was instantly afraid of him.

Just a few words can make him crumble, and his heart softens.

Guan Hong wanted to kiss the corners of his eyes and caress his ears without hesitation.

However, he can't.

Guan Hong could only pretend to be calm and smiled, stretched out his hand to grab this guy, and hugged him shamelessly.

Injured and sick patients have the right to depend on others.

He said: "If you are afraid, try to help me win the game and come back."