Milan's medical team was quite experienced in handling situations like this.
It could be said that from the instant Huang Kaiwen came on, they had entered wartime mode.
Lieven Maesschalck rushed onto the pitch at once with his medical bag.
He quickly crouched beside Huang Kaiwen.
He removed Huang Kaiwen's boots and socks to examine him.
The Milan players gathered around as well.
"How does it feel?"
Lieven Maesschalck asked with a frown.
Because he could not actually see what was wrong.
"Much better. It hurt a lot just now!"
"All right, I suggest you come off," Lieven Maesschalck said. "Even though I can't tell from looking, I'm afraid it may be an Achilles tendon injury."
"Help me up and let me try."
Huang Kaiwen did not say whether he would continue playing, only that he wanted to get up and try.
Leaning on Lieven Maesschalck,
he staggered forward two steps.
Huang Kaiwen then tried walking on his own.
He hopped twice more.
Then shook his ankle.
"I should still be able to play," Huang Kaiwen said.
Lieven Maesschalck said, "I recommend coming off, but if you insist..."
"I insist."
"All right. Be careful."
Lieven Maesschalck hurried to the sidelines and discussed Huang Kaiwen's condition with Ancelotti.
Ancelotti felt both relieved and worried.
It was naturally best if he was not injured.
But what if he really was injured and they had failed to spot it?
With a conflicted expression, Ancelotti sent Seedorf back to the bench.
"Are you really okay?" Kaka asked, supporting Huang Kaiwen with concern.
"Don't worry. I know my own body."
"That's good. Watch yourself."
Crespo hurriedly chimed in.
At last, he had a chance to make his presence felt.
Several of them prepared to join the set-piece attack.
It seemed as though the matter had