Dominating on Both Ends of the Floor

Everyone thought Doug was putting on an act.

They had all seen the jump ball just now. The two players hadn't even made any physical contact.

Yet he had suddenly fallen to the ground, howling in pain.

What else could it be but an act?

Coach Spoelstra thought he was faking it and didn't call a timeout.

The referee thought he was faking it too and didn't stop the game.

Even after the Kings scored four straight points, Doug still couldn't get back up.

Only then did Coach Spo realize something was wrong, and he hurriedly called a timeout.

The team doctor rushed onto the court as well.

Doug was sweating profusely, and his face had even gone a little pale.

He kept clutching his right foot, his cries as loud as a pig being slaughtered.

"Ah—"

"Oh my God—"

"Fuck—"

The team doctor asked him several times before he finally managed to answer, "My foot... my toe..."

The doctor hurriedly untied his laces and started taking off his shoe.

But the moment he tried, Doug howled in pain again.

Only after Doug had screamed for more than three full minutes did the doctor finally manage to carefully remove his shoe.

Then he took off the sock.

When the big toe on his right foot came into view, everyone understood.

There was already dark bruising beneath the toenail on his right big toe.

Clearly, Wang Yi had stepped on it.

No wonder he was in so much pain.

Imagine getting hit on a fingernail with a hammer. Wouldn't that hurt?

Normally, a player wouldn't be injured this badly from someone stepping on his foot.

But the strange thing was that when he stuck his foot out to trip up Wang Yi, he had pointed his toes right at Wang Yi's