[Wrong, this was the blessing bestowed upon the two ADCs by Great God of AD—The Uncrowned. We all misunderstood Uzi.]
If it had only been the players getting infected, that might have seemed a little strange. But now that the clubs had announced that not only players, but coaches, analysts, logistics staff, and everyone else had been infected as well, the blame could only fall on the organizers' inaction.
Among them, V5 had it the worst.
RNG at least had two days to recover, but V5 had to begin their Second Round of Group Stage tomorrow and fight for a place in the knockout stage.
"What's the situation now?"
"Karsa's recovered, 369 can play, and Rookie's physically weaker. He can still go on stage, but don't expect him to perform. He just needs to hold steady."
"What about Diao Shen?"
"Him? He was clearly infected, but he's acting like nothing happened. Aside from coughing a little, he can still play with you."
(According to the event organizer's epidemic-control policy: if more than three members of a team are infected, the entire team plays online. If at least two can play, those two still have to attend in person.)
Inside V5's lounge, the team manager reported on the players' conditions while trying his best to soothe Luo Zhen's emotions, as the team's only "healthy" player.
The symptoms of infection were coughing and difficulty concentrating. Professional matches demanded an extremely high level of focus, and a single moment spent coughing could lead to a fatal mistake.
In other words, Luo Zhen was genuinely the only one left who could carry the team.
The situation was neither good nor disastrous. It was just barely playable. Looking at it, Luo Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Damn, I really have become V5's