Doug, who had always seemed quiet and composed, couldn't stay calm as he watched Wang Yi on the screen. He stood up and paced around the room nonstop.
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible. How could this be?"
He kept repeating that.
His gaze was unfocused, and his already crooked nose seemed to have shifted even farther to one side.
"This has to be some kind of trick. Even if Wang Yi can play, he'll only make a brief appearance for a few minutes to scare the Bucks."
Doug tried to reassure himself again.
A lot of Bucks fans tried to reassure themselves the same way.
The Kings fans were thrilled to see that Wang Yi could play.
But when they heard the commentator say that an injury like his usually took about half a month to heal, they grew uneasy again.
"Brother Yi's going to play through the injury."
"Brother Yi, we all want to watch you play, but don't push yourself like this. Wait until you're fully healed."
"Brother Yi, I want to watch you play for a few more years. Don't gamble with your career like this."
"Even if we can't win the championship this year, you still have to take care of yourself."
Half an hour later, both teams took the court.
The first possession of the game.
Wang Yi ripped the ball right out of Antetokounmpo's hands.
With the ball in his grasp, he charged down the court ahead of everyone else.
As soon as he reached the frontcourt, he took off and threw down another one-handed Windmill Dunk.
Ripping the ball out of Antetokounmpo's hands and then throwing down that one-handed Windmill Dunk made it clear to everyone that his right arm was completely fine.
If his right arm had felt even a little uncomfortable, there was