But just then, the Buzzer, who had only just gotten back to his feet, signaled to the referee for a timeout. His expression was pained, his face twisted.
The referee immediately signaled for a timeout. On the sidelines, Coach Carlisle frowned slightly when he saw this.
Why had the Buzzer suddenly called a timeout out of nowhere?
During the timeout, the Buzzer held one hand to his chest and the other to his stomach as he came off the court, gasping for breath.
Coach Carlisle looked at him in confusion. "You... still acting?"
The Buzzer glanced at Coach Carlisle.
You're the one acting! Your whole family's acting!
I'm about to keel over, and you're telling me I'm acting?
Coach Carlisle finally realized that the Buzzer didn't look quite right. He quickly told the others to move aside, made room for him, and helped him sit down.
"How are you feeling, Bruce?"
The Buzzer frowned. "I don't feel well."
Coach Carlisle's heart sank. He immediately told the team doctor, "Sorry for the trouble. Please take him in for an examination."
The team doctor hurried over and escorted Carlisle into the Player Tunnel.
The cameraman at the game also showed the scene on the big screen.
When the spectators saw the guy heading into the locker room, many of them felt a little schadenfreude.
"Why's that guy going back to the locker room?"
"Did Yi-ge knock him out of commission in just two hits?"
"Haha, serves him right."
The Chinese fans were excited too.
"Act like a big shot and you'll get what's coming. Keep running your mouth!"
"Go on, keep yapping. Let's see if you're still running your mouth now. The camera's shown this guy several times during the game, and he's been trash-talking Yi-ge the whole time. He's such a