"you!"
The captain didn't expect to be retorted and was so angry that he didn't know what to say.
Weng Xuefan stood up and pushed her away. As they passed each other, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't waste your time. Now I want everyone to see my ability and show you how much better I am than just a pretty face."
After saying that, he walked to another stool to rest.
At this moment, Ye Lan, who was sitting in the audience, suddenly stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Afterwards, she left her seat and walked down the stage, heading towards a lounge backstage.
At this moment, the door of the lounge was open, and doctors and nurses were coming in and out, busy and chaotic.
"Saitama, your hand is already like this, you can't go on stage anymore, don't be willful."
"No, we can't continue like this, otherwise Silver Moon will be eliminated in the semi-finals and the investors will withdraw their investment."
"You can't joke about your career, the doctor said you can't move right now!"
…
When Ye Lan walked in, he saw the cute little girl on the sofa in a stalemate with the coach, and there were a group of emergency personnel waiting to send her to the hospital.
"Anyway, I won't leave. Just give me a blocking injection and I'll be back." Saitama was stubborn.
The coach had a terrible headache. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure at the door. He turned around and was startled. "You are... the female student in the front hall? What are you doing here?"
He recognized Ye Lan, but his tone was unfriendly because of what happened in the morning.
Ye Lan didn't mind. He raised his hand and pointed directly at the sofa, saying calmly, "I can let her play in the game."
What?
Everyone in the room was stunned for a while because of this sentence, and then the coach stood sideways in front of Saitama, staring at him with a vigilant look.
"What do you want to do? What's your purpose?!"
The conflict happened not long ago, so it's hard not to be suspicious when he comes here now.
But Ye Lan had no intention of defending himself. He leaned against the door panel, his posture a little leisurely, and said nonchalantly: "I'll give you three seconds to think about it, one..."
The countdown began without warning.
The coach on the other side had a frown on his face, and he looked like he would never give in, but before he could finish his sentence within three seconds, he heard a delicate voice coming from the sofa.
"I agree."
"Saitama, stop messing around!" The coach was startled and turned around to stop him.
However, Saitama, whose face turned pale with pain, remained firm. "My body is my own. I will be responsible for anything that happens! Now, I need this young lady's help."
As she spoke, she struggled to her feet, hugged her arm, and took the initiative to walk in front of Ye Lan. She gritted her teeth and said firmly: "Mr. Lu thinks so highly of you. I believe you must have your own abilities, so you can treat it. I will bear the consequences myself."
Seeing that her thinking and judgment were still so clear despite the severe pain, Ye Lan knew that he had not mistaken her, so he took out a needle from the doctor's needle that was sewing the wound and inserted it into the acupuncture point on the other person's wrist.
"Hmm."
The internal energy was poured into it, and the soreness immediately made Saitama's pale face reveal a trace of pain.
Ye Lan held her down, his voice light, "You kept rubbing your wrist when you went on stage, which proves that you have a hidden injury in your hand. Now I will not only block out the pain for you, but also flush out the blood clots in your wrist. Your hand will be more flexible in the future."
Hearing this, Saitama, who was about to retreat, suddenly stopped.
She looked up at the girl in front of her in surprise. Although she was a few years younger than her and had a childish face, she couldn't help but believe it when she saw the girl's deep eyes.
Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, as long as I can reach my peak state, I can endure any pain."
Ye Lan raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
After one minute, the silver needle was removed.
The coach rushed over immediately, his face pale with nervousness. He held Saitama's hand and asked, "How is it? Is the pain getting worse? Doctor, come and help her. I told you not to let an uninitiated person mess around. What if the injury is compounded by the injury? My little ancestor, do you know how much insurance your hand has?"
However, just as he finished speaking, Saitama pulled his arm out, twisted it a few times, and said in surprise: "It seems that the pain is gone. I can move my hand completely, coach, look!"
She raised her hand, stretched out her five fingers flexibly and made a fist, and did a few training movements. Not only was her speed no slower than before, she even felt happier.
"How... could this be?" The coach was dumbfounded. He looked at her blood-stained sleeve, then at her nimble fingers. Finally, he shifted his gaze to the face of the girl in front of the door. He swallowed hard, and his tone lost the previous provocation. "Divine doctor, meeting you is such a great favor. I'll never forget it. I was blind before, I..."
He was about to apologize, but Ye Lan raised her hand to interrupt him, "Her hand can only hold out until six in the afternoon. We have to go to the hospital."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait." Saitama chased her out, stopped her in time and asked, "Why are you helping me?"
Ye Lan, who was standing not far away, didn't look back. He just put his hands in his pockets and said indifferently, "It's just on the way."
Um?
Saitama didn't understand, and then saw the girl turn and go into the bathroom next to her.
“…”
Could this be what she meant by "on the way"?
It turns out that it is true...
Saitama waited for a few minutes, and when he saw the girl come out and return to the audience seats without any unnecessary movements, he could not help but return to the lounge with a complicated feeling.
At this time, the Silver Moon Team, which had won three games in a row, was entering the fourth game of the semi-finals.
On the live broadcast screen, it was still Weng Xuefan's machine gunners who were killing people all over the field. They opened fire at full power from the beginning to suppress the opponent. It looked cool and exciting, and the audience cheered one after another.
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