LeBron James met with Wang Yi.
He looked at Wang Yi's foot. It appeared almost completely normal, with no obvious issues.
James opened his arms and gave Wang Yi a firm hug.
Then he patted Wang Yi on the shoulder.
"Everything okay now?"
Wang Yi smiled and nodded.
"No problem. I've just lost some vertical leap, speed, and explosive power."
Hearing this, James could not help feeling somewhat guilty.
"Wang, after you got injured in Game 7, I really should have stopped you. I shouldn't have let you keep playing."
Wang Yi shook his head.
"That was my choice."
Nicole, standing beside them, also nodded.
"Yeah. It was his own choice. No one could have stopped him."
Tamim also gave Wang Yi a firm hug.
He asked Wang Yi, "Wang, has your foot injury fully recovered? Do you need me to find a few more sports medicine specialists to examine you?"
Wang Yi shook his head and looked toward Baiyin, who was playing in the sand with his son on the beach not far away.
"Baiyin is the best doctor. With her treatment and care, my right foot can walk normally now."
Tamim said regretfully, "Can the speed, explosive power, and vertical leap you lost still be recovered?"
Nicole gave a bitter smile and shook her head.
"Baiyin said that recovering to this extent was already a miracle. Getting back the speed, explosive power, and vertical leap he had before is simply impossible."
Tamim and LeBron James both sighed at those words.
White waves rolled along the shore.
A gentle sea breeze drifted across the beach.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wang Yi watched the rolling white waves outside. He yawned lazily and asked, "Did you come to see me today for something?"
LeBron James and Tamim exchanged glances. James spoke