Commentator Xu Jingyu from China shook his head repeatedly when he saw this.
"Brother Yi, don't go back in under these circumstances, okay? What if it affects your career? And if this game makes the injury worse, what about the Olympic Games this summer?"
At the same time, Chinese Billion Fans were staring intently at Wang Yi on the screen, watching him speak with the coach.
All the fans clenched their fists in silence, their palms sweating.
At the sideline of Staples Center, in the Lakers' Resting Area.
Phil Jackson, the Zen Master who had always seemed as steady as Mount Tai, showed a trace of heartache in his eyes.
"Wang, have you really thought this through?"
"You need to understand that if you go back in now, you may not be able to play in the Olympic Games this summer."
"It could even become the last game of your entire career."
Wang Yi gave a bleak smile. "Coach, I've already thought about everything you said."
"China Men's Basketball Team can now put together an NBA Starting Lineup. I think we may not be among the very best, but we're definitely first-rate."
"So even if I don't play, they can still achieve something at the Olympics."
"Besides, they depend on me too much. If I keep playing, I'm afraid they'll become overly reliant on me. If there comes a game I can't play, they won't even know how to play basketball anymore."
"So, for China Men's Basketball Team to grow faster, even if I join them this summer, it won't be as a player."
Phil Jackson asked again, "Then what about your career? You're giving that up too?"
Wang Yi shook his head.
"If my career really ends after this game, then that's my fate."
"I'm already forty. It's time