Chapter 45 Injury
The referee stopped the game. All the players on the field gathered around him.
Amidst the chaotic noise, Kan Zhao saw Lin Qingxu running down from the stage.
Because of the severe pain, beads of sweat kept oozing out of his forehead, rolling into large beads and falling down along his jaw. Lin Qingxu's face was even paler than his injured self.
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In the chaos, Kan Zhao was carried onto a stretcher.
Qu Wen stood in the audience and saw Lin Qingxu's wrist being tightly grasped by him.
Kan Zhao's lips moved, and he was saying something.
Lin Qingxu opened his mouth, but finally just nodded hurriedly and followed the stretcher out of the gymnasium.
Qu Wen looked at her receding back.
The victory on the scoreboard seemed so dull at this moment. He won the game but felt no joy.
Back to the dormitory.
His roommates were surprised that he came back so early. They all knew that Qu Wen had other plans tonight.
Qu Wen grabbed a change of clothes from the closet. He tried to put on his usual gentle smile, but found it difficult to do so. Finally, he just said that Lin Qingxu had something urgent to do.
In the bathroom, hot water washed over Qu Wen's body. He closed his eyes, replaying the look in the boy's eyes when he was injured on the court.
It was anger, confusion, and fear, as if a treasure that had been guarded for many years was about to be taken away.
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Lin Qingxu has never been interested in such events, but Kan Zhao still saw her in the gymnasium.
At that time, his roommate Lu Dai was enthusiastically showing off the two-dimensional figurine he had just snatched, but Kan Zhao was attracted by the white figure that appeared in the museum.
Logically speaking, they were far away, and if Kan Zhao hadn't paid special attention, he would never have noticed who appeared at the door.
But he saw it.
The message fell on deaf ears, and there was no response to either the phone call or the text message. He thought Lin Qingxu's phone was probably out of battery, or she was too busy to read the message.
She must have come with her roommates. She smiled and said a few words to them before sitting down.
Although there are some twists and turns in the process, the ending seems to point in the same direction.
So at the beginning, Kan Zhao was in a pretty good mood.
His teammates, who had a good relationship with the team, reminded him to be careful of the opponent's black ball play. The South American Environmental Art Department's behavior was well known to several surrounding schools. They always liked to take shortcuts.
Kan Zhao nodded, not taking it seriously. He thought about going to find Lin Qingxu after the game and having dinner together or something else.
The whistle blew. The opposing team double-teamed Kan Zhao. Perhaps they had done some pre-game analysis and, aside from a few players remaining in essential defensive positions, everyone else double-teamed him. Some also resorted to shady tactics, elbowing, tripping, and other tactics.
Kan Zhao dodged them one by one and even made the shot easily.
In stark contrast to the cheers, there was a slightly noisy sound in a small area of the audience. Kan Zhao noticed that Lin Qingxu was also there.
There was a boy sitting with Lin Qingxu, clearly separated from the other people. It was obvious that the boy was with Lin Qingxu.
The two of them were chatting and laughing, and Lin Qingxu didn't seem to be opposed to it.
Kan Zhao paused in dribbling the ball. He shouldn't have been distracted, but his eyes kept moving towards Lin Qingxu.
Who is this man?
What was Lin Xiaoxiao's relationship with him? Classmate? Friend?
Or when he didn't know they had already...
After all, things are not like before. One is in South America and the other is in Nanchuan University. Although the two schools are not far apart, they are no longer often in the same place.
It is inevitable that someone with ulterior motives will intervene.
It was this moment of distraction that allowed the opponent to seize the opportunity to change direction and break through, scoring a fast break layup. At the moment of Kan Zhao's jump shot, there was a crisp sound in his bones. He had just missed the step while chasing and was hit by the opponent's malicious collision.
He fell to the ground, a sharp pain shooting through his legs.
The whole audience was in an uproar. Some even stood up from the audience in excitement.
Kan Zhao's eyes were still fixed on the audience, trying to find some evidence that Lin Qingxu and the man were not familiar with each other to dispel the uneasiness in his heart.
The sudden incident on the court finally made Lin Qingxu look in his direction.
Their eyes met.
Kan Zhao clearly saw her expression change from a faint smile to shock and then to anxiety.
He looked at her figure running towards him anxiously.
The incandescent light in the museum made her look even more blurry, or perhaps it was because the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down his eyebrows that made his vision unclear.
Kan Zhao's face turned pale with pain.
But the anxiety in my heart has dissipated a lot.
He even felt that...
Not bad.
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who is he?
Why is he so close to you?
Why are you smiling at him?
These words lingered on my lips, but in the end I had to chew them up and swallow them hard.
Without a legitimate status, even questioning seems groundless.
For fear of scaring people away, Kan Zhao could only hold Lin Qingxu's wrist.
"Lin Xiaoxiao, it hurts so much."
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The nurse pushed the stretcher into the operating room, the wheels making a screeching sound on the tiled floor.
The moment the door closed, Lin Qingxu realized that her back was soaked with cold sweat. She looked down at her wrist, where there was a faint red mark.
The hospital corridor was lit with a glaring pale light, and the smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils. She still remembered Kan Zhao's palms burning hot, his knuckles white from exertion.
She borrowed a power bank from someone nearby, and the moment she turned on her phone, a barrage of messages came in. Lin Qingxu called Fang Yun with a trembling voice, and Fang Yun comforted her not to worry.
The door of the operating room opened, "Family members, come in."
The doctor came out and briefly explained the patient's condition: "The ligament is severely torn. He needs to be hospitalized for further observation."
"Sign it."
Lin Qingxu took the pen.
The doctor took the paper back, glanced at it, and gave her a meaningful look. "Is your last name also Lin?"
He didn't say anything else and returned to the operating room.
The sky grew dark and it began to rain outside the window, raindrops hitting the glass.
Lin Qingxu sat outside the door, thinking back to when she was nine and had a persistent fever. Gao Yao was away on a business trip, and Fang Yun and Kan Zhenzhong were not home. The light from the bedroom ceiling that night was as pale as it is now.
The operation was successful, and Kan Zhao was wheeled out. The doctor took off his mask and gave a few instructions.
The nurses are busy in the ward.
Lin Qingxu stood beside Kan Zhao, with a thousand words to say, but seemed unable to utter a single word.
It was Kan Zhao who said he was fine.
Because of the anesthetic, he fell asleep quickly.
Lin Qingxu asked for leave from his counselor and decided not to return to the dormitory that night.
He spent the whole half day in a daze. When he was sure that Kan Zhao was fine, his body and mind suddenly relaxed. As night fell, Lin Qingxu fell asleep beside his bed.
*
late at night.
The room was silent, with only the regular ticking of the monitors as the curtains remained open, letting in the moonlight.
Kan Yue, who had just returned from a business trip in the neighboring city, opened the door of the ward, looking exhausted.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw Kan Zhao holding his head up, his fingers running through Lin Qingxu's hair that was scattered on the side of the bed, and gently pulling it.
"Yo. Doing something bad."
Kan Zhao just glanced at her and then looked away.
Kan Yue looked at his right leg in plaster and raised an eyebrow. "How do you feel now?"
"good."
Just as she was about to say something to comfort her poor cousin, she was interrupted by the words, "Don't make noise, she's still sleeping."
Kan Yue gave him the middle finger and turned back to find the attending doctor.
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Author's words: Kan Zhao: What I hate most in my life is a mistress [angry][angry][angry]
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