He had been perfectly fine just a moment ago.
In the time it took them to exchange a few words, Lin Zhe's ankle had swollen to about the size of Du Huan's little buns.
The female volunteers nearby felt a pang of sympathy when they saw how swollen Lin Zhe's ankle was.
"Lin, stop pushing yourself. Give up. I don't want your watch anymore, okay?"
"With your foot like this, don't ruin it over some meaningless race."
"This isn't the Olympics, and you're not a professional athlete. Nobody's going to laugh at you for withdrawing."
"Even star athletes withdraw from the Olympics. What are you trying to prove here?"
"Exactly, Lin Zhe. Stop running. It's already so swollen. Let's hurry to the hospital."
"Stop running, Zhe. I'll run it with you again next year."
After seeing Lin Zhe's injury, everyone started urging him to withdraw again.
As the saying went, injuries to muscles and bones took a hundred days to heal.
Although Lin Zhe's injury wasn't quite that serious, a sprained ankle would still take at least eight or ten days of rest to recover.
Continuing to run on it would aggravate the injury and lead to even more serious consequences!
"The doctor's here. Please make way and let our doctor through."
A volunteer in a red volunteer vest brought a doctor carrying a medical kit over to Lin Zhe and the others.
Li Muchan hurriedly said, "Doctor, please take a look at how badly he's hurt."
The doctor set down his medical kit and felt Lin Zhe's ankle.
"Can you move it?"
Lin Zhe winked at Li Muchan and said, "I'm very moved! Thank you, Doctor!"
Li Muchan instantly got his joke and burst out laughing, rolling her eyes at him flirtatiously.
"You're still in the mood to crack