The coach had only kept Wang Yi off the floor for those last four minutes so he could properly enjoy scoring his 10,000th point. But nobody in their wildest dreams expected that they would never see the Double King Connection again.
James was leading the team now.
Perhaps Wang Yi's 10,000 points had fired him up. He came out and scored six straight, and everyone thought James was looking good tonight.
But on the fourth possession, James went down while driving to the basket.
Arthur fell too, landing right on James's left knee.
The next moment, James let out a scream.
His whole body curled into a ball.
He clutched his right knee with both hands, howling in pain.
Beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down his forehead.
Everyone in the arena felt their hearts sink.
They all knew James was getting old. His body couldn't take the punishment the way it had when he was young.
He hadn't taken a single game off during his Retirement Tour this season.
His physical fatigue had built up to a dangerous level, and the more exhausted you were, the more likely you were to get injured.
Wang Yi had been chatting and laughing with his teammates, a towel draped over his shoulders. Now his face darkened as he hurried onto the court with the team doctor.
James's personal physician hurried over too and crouched beside him.
He asked loudly, "LeBron, how do you feel? Tell me exactly what you're feeling."
James rolled onto his back, clutching his knee and howling in pain.
His left knee had already swollen rapidly, puffing up a whole size bigger than usual. It looked horrifying.
He spoke in fits and starts. "I heard my knee make a sound... Ah... a pop... Ah... It hurts like