"We prayed for Arthur and hoped that everything would be fine. Everyone was worried at the time, and we all stood with him and supported him. We all hoped that he would overcome his injuries as soon as possible and return in his best condition."

"I didn't see the situation at that time. I was on the other side of the court, but when I came back, I saw Theo's expression. He looked very worried, which made us all nervous. However, the news we got was that Arthur's injuries were not very serious, which made us feel relaxed a lot. Now we need to wait for further diagnosis and recovery news, and I hope he will recover quickly."

At the post-match press conference, they talked about Xie Hou's injury.

According to the routine procedures, reporters should ask them what they thought about the end of their winning streak, but now they are asking about injuries.

This is unusual and can also show the importance of Xie Hou to walkers.

Xie Hou only accepted the sideline interview and went to a nearby hospital for examination accompanied by the team doctor.

Team doctor Musfa's preliminary diagnosis was an ankle sprain, which should not reach level 2.

Even a first-degree sprain cannot be objective.

A first-degree sprain represents a minimum of two weeks of injury.

Xie Hou sat bored in the hospital corridor counting the ripples on the wall.

It seems that this is a hospital that has been around for a while, and the traces on the wall cannot deceive people. It may be because it is renovated every few years. The walls do not look worn, but the patterns on the walls expose their "actual age".

This kind of thing is like those old women who like to use the slogan of "frozen age". No matter what magic they use, they can hold their faces in their fifties and sixties, forty, thirty, or even twenty years old, as long as they take off their clothes (Wuhu), they will know how much they are buried when they look at the flesh on their belly.

All age-freezing is just a beautiful fairy tale. This is the real thing that says no to you and your body is very honest.

Xie Hou was so bored that Musfa was still urging him to report.

This hospital is not excited about the arrival of "King Arthur". For the doctor, he is just a more famous patient. Unless the machine managers are his fans, there is no reason to work overtime and be more efficient.

What's more, it's not just Xie Hou who needs to report.

Although it was late at night, it was the busiest time in the emergency room.

Every night, countless patients who are more anxious than Xie Hou will send his examination materials to the examination room. If Xie Hou is not famous, he might have to wait until the next day.

Even if he has a big reputation, this period will last for 3 hours.

Three hours of waiting are enough for Xie Hou to count the patterns of the walls of the corridor.

After counting the patterns, Xie Hou felt a little hungry and could not see Musfa. Without anyone else accompanying him, he had to jump to the nearby vending machine with one foot, and he was very happy to find junk food here.

Cheese balls, various puffed foods, sausages, and Nissin barrel instant noodles.

"Arthur, Arthur, don't give up on yourself just by twisting your feet. If you do this, I will look down on you."

Then he used this as a reason to convince himself.

The world is vast, and he is the only one who can look down on him.

Since he is the only one, so what if he looks down on him? It’s good that others can look down on him.

Xie Hou's logic was so chaotic that he couldn't believe it. He threw coins into his hands tremblingly, pressing the two columns of instant noodles and sausages as if he was afraid of regret.

Xie Hou sinisterly held the Nissin bucket of instant noodles and bags of sausages and put them on the water machine.

The feeling of hunger, fatigue, and the strong desire to eat junk food made his hands move much more quickly than usual.

There is a hot water mode on the water loader and the temperature of the water can be adjusted. Therefore, he quickly soaked the instant noodles, squeezed the baked sausage out of the bag and threw it into the instant noodles, sealed the hole, and waited for a few minutes.

"It's OK!"

Xie Hou stood next to the water loader, and the first bite he ate into his mouth made him feel unspeakable happiness.

Who would have thought that one bite of noodles would make him so satisfied? So what if the sun wins? So what if the game loses? So what if you eat junk food? It's just a cloud...

Xie Hou not only finished eating the noodles, but also drank no nutrient-free soup.

After disposing of the garbage, he returned to the vending machine, took out the coins left in his exit bag and bought four bags of cheese balls, and jumped back like a rabbit.

Since you have decided to indulge yourself in the night without restraint, eat as much as you want.

Xie Hou threw away all the dietary regulations and the self-discipline he developed over the years. He has not broken the dietary regulations in recent years, but this time he broke the lower limit. When he broke the precepts before, he was facing first-class delicacies, but what was the thing that made him break the precepts tonight?

Cheese balls, instant noodles, bagged sausages...

When Musfa came back with Xie Hou's inspection report, he happened to meet the latter when he was the most invisible.

Xie Hou was lying on the bench in the corridor, his injured feet were placed flat, his other foot was raised high, and he grabbed the packaging bag containing the cheese ball with his left hand, and his other hand kept taking out the cheese ball from it and sending it to his mouth.

Under him, there are two bags of cheese ball packaging bags that have been wiped out...

“I have three major regrets tonight.”

"Oh, which three major ones?" Xie Hou's curiosity made him forget his politeness, and he didn't ask if Moosfa wanted to eat a delicious cheese ball!

"The biggest regret is that we lost the game."

“This is indeed quite a pity.”

"Second regret, your injury."

"Thank you for your concern, everyone will be hurt. I have accepted this fact long ago."

Thank you very much.

"The third biggest regret is not carrying a camera with you."

Xie Hou looked at him nonsense: "Why is this?"

"I understand the feeling of loss that you will be missing in the next few weeks when you witness the team losing, but you absolutely cannot imagine how bad you look now. You are like the most disgusting vagabond or the least image-conscious sloppy guy. In short, if I take a picture of you now, you will regret it for life, and I have a trump card that can threaten you at any time from now on." Musfa shook his head helplessly, "What a pity!"

Xie Hou didn't expect that this Turkish person usually looks like a good person, but his heart is so bad that he actually wants to take photos and keep a picture?

Fortunately, the profession of team doctor does not require a camera to carry with you.

But it is still very dangerous. What if Musfa happened to be Edison Chen in the team doctor? What if he likes to take photos and souvenirs like Edison Chen? Then wouldn’t his image be completely ruined? Five years of hard work have been ruined? Thinking about his back, he was sweating profusely, and immediately sat up and asked, “How is the examination result?”

"It's basically consistent with my judgment." Musfa handed over the examination report to Xie Hou. "It's a first-degree sprain, but your sprain is much lighter. Because there is no lower standard definition than a first-degree sprain, you are still a first-degree sprain. After research and discussions with several other doctors, we think you only need to rest for a week to come back."

Xie Hou opened the examination report, and he skipped the ranks of not knowing about the disease description and recovery and recuperation.

Turn to the last page.

"It is recommended to have a week off."

"Is it just one week?" Professional players are mentally prepared for injuries. Swirling is one of the most common injuries. Xie Hou remembers that a first-degree sprain usually requires two weeks of rest, but he actually only needs one week of rest?

"Maybe you have good landing habits, maybe your strong lower limbs protect your ankles, or maybe you have good luck. Your sprain was not serious this time, so I'm disappointed with your self-renunciation, Arthur, is this what you should eat? How long have you not touched these things? What if you have indigestion?"

"Indigestion? Is it so serious?"

So should I tell him that before he ate two and a half pack of cheese balls, he also ate a box of instant noodles and a few bags of sausages?

"If you didn't lie to me, you should have strictly implemented dietary regulations for several years, and you don't eat junk food for a long time. If your body has some reactions, it's normal." Musfa said lightly, "If there is, it's their protest against you. You should accept it with pain and shame!"

Xie Hou hid something about this matter.

Musfa said he was the kind of person who always followed the dietary regulations and made random rules, but he was really not.

So he was not worried about his stomach indigestion.

Moreover, the ankle injury was lighter than expected, which gave him a reasonable and appropriate explanation for the previous behavior of eating junk food (a reason to convince himself): to celebrate!
Chapter completed!