Baiyin, standing beside him, frowned deeply as well. "Wang Yi, your health comes first. Let's go back to the locker room."
Although Wang Yi desperately wanted to refuse, he looked at his right foot, swollen like a loaf of bread, and finally said helplessly in a low voice, "All right. Back to the locker room."
His body was no longer what it had been a few years ago. Back then, he had been younger, so his body naturally recovered faster than it did now. More importantly, he had the system, which could greatly accelerate his recovery.
But now, at forty years old, after spraining his ankle, he could no longer simply stomp his foot twice and return directly to the game like before.
Especially tonight. With it swollen this badly, it was almost impossible for him to return to the court.
So, two teammates helped Wang Yi up from either side, draped his arms over their shoulders, and carried him into the locker room.
The pain in Wang Yi's right foot clearly worsened. He could not even let it touch the ground.
At that moment, every spectator stared at Wang Yi in disbelief, watching him all the way into the player tunnel until the large number 0 on his back disappeared into its depths.
Some fans clutched their heads and kept shaking them. "God. God. God. God!"
Others kept sighing.
Shaquille O'Neal looked up at the big screen, where Wang Yi was being supported by players and walking down the long corridor of the player tunnel. Shaquille O'Neal shook his head repeatedly. "Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no."
Barkley let out a deep sigh. "Injuries. Those damned injuries again. We hope injuries stay far away from every player."
"Wang Yi's right foot was already extremely swollen