After the smoke of battle on the court had cleared, after the reporters had left, after the fans had left, Wang Yi lay on the treatment table.
Thick ice packs covered both his knees and feet.
Baiyin looked somewhat distressed as she watched the ice packs on Wang Yi's feet. As she treated him, she said, "You went too hard in these Playoffs. Your right foot injury could flare up again."
Wang Yi gave a bitter smile. "No choice. As long as I'm on the court, I want to give it my all."
Baiyin said, "But your right foot can't support that kind of effort."
Wang Yi said, "Don't worry, Sister Baiyin. I'll be careful in the Finals. If we really can't win this Champion, then so be it. It's not like we're lacking this Champion anyway, right?"
At that, Baiyin's lips moved slightly, but she said nothing. She knew that was what Wang Yi said now, but once he stepped onto the court, he would definitely give 100 percent—or even 200 percent—to win.
All she could do was help Wang Yi's right foot recover as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, there were still three days until the Finals. Baiyin could treat Wang Yi during those three days.
During the three days before the Finals, Wang Yi's life was simple and orderly, with hardly a ripple of excitement.
He woke up punctually at six every morning.
Although he had broken the bad habit of waking up at six over the past two years, once the Playoffs began, he still woke naturally at six every morning.
It seemed beyond his control.
The moment his body woke, the first thing he felt was that familiar aching swell in his right ankle.
He slowly sat up in bed and moved his ankle a couple