Baiyin knew Wang Yi was extremely stubborn.
Once he said he was going to play, he would play. No one could talk him out of it.
She finally said, "You need to take responsibility for your career and your fans. If you insist on playing, be careful to protect your right hand."
"I know."
Wang Yi gave a wry smile.
So Tim, the trainer, tightly wrapped several layers of bandages around Wang Yi's right wrist.
Just then, the big screen showed Wang Yi.
When the spectators saw Tim wrap Wang Yi's right wrist in thick bandages, they were all secretly alarmed.
"This isn't good. Wang's hurt!"
"How did he get injured? Wasn't he fine when he got past his defender just now? Jalen Green did pull him a little, but he landed normally."
"He didn't go back to the locker room, so it probably isn't too serious."
"Thank goodness. As long as he can keep playing."
After reviewing the footage for about five minutes at the sideline, the referee ruled that Jalen Green's foul had been a Flagrant 1 Foul.
The Kings got two free throws and possession.
Jalen Green was also feeling a little remorseful.
He held his head in both hands and kept shaking it.
He regretted being unable to stop Wang Yi, and he regretted committing that flagrant foul.
He had grabbed Wang Yi in a moment of panic without considering the consequences. If Wang had fallen from the air and hit the floor, the result could have been very serious.
The NBA certainly had some goons who often did things like take players out, but Jalen Green wasn't one of them.
He had grabbed Wang Yi just now out of instinct, in a moment of panic.
After the referee made the call, both teams returned to