Difficult to heal

Chapter 30 You better be

Lu Shu strode over with a gloomy face, squatting beside Yue Zhuojun and asked, "Where did you fall?"

Yue Zhuojun's facial features were distorted, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "The foot...is twisted."

Lu Shu held his ankle to check, it wasn't swollen yet, it was a little red, and he tried to turn it left and right twice.

"It hurts, it hurts—!" Yue Zhuojun cried and howled, his tears were stimulated, "Don't, don't, it hurts——Brother, it hurts!"

Letting go of his ankle, Lu Shu said in a bad tone, "Stop shouting, go to the hospital."

"Young man, I'm sorry." Auntie the cleaner was full of apology, "I didn't pay attention to the bucket of water and spilled it. I'll accompany you to the hospital to have a look. Don't leave any root cause. I'm really sorry."

Yue Zhuojun quickly waved his hands: "It's okay, it's not your fault, I accidentally fell it myself, my senior brother can just accompany me to the hospital."

"Can you get up?" Lu Shu said.

Yue Zhuojun held back the pain and braced his body: "I'll try."

Lu Shu bent down, grabbed Yue Zhuojun's arm with his aunt, and pulled him up from the ground together.

Yue Zhuojun said in shame: "Auntie, you are busy with your work, I have no problem, I am sorry to scare you just now."

The aunt said: "Don't say that, go to the doctor quickly."

Until then, Liang Cong, who had been behind the station for a long time as the background board, came forward and asked calmly, "Brother Yue, are you alright?"

Lu Shu glanced at him, his eyes darkened, with an imperceptible coldness.

"It's okay." Yue Zhuojun smiled awkwardly.

He didn't know this Junior Brother Liang very well. Usually, the other party didn't like him very much, and the two of them couldn't speak a few words. Now it's a bit embarrassing to be a shit in front of others.

Liang Cong smiled: "It's fine."

"Let's go." Lu Shu interrupted the conversation between the two, and helped Yue Zhuojun to go out.

Yue Zhuojun stepped on the ground with one foot, and the golden rooster jumped out of the bathroom independently. He was quite proud: "Look, senior brother, I don't need that leg, and I can walk on one leg."

Lu Shu said coldly, "Yes, you won't have to use your other leg tomorrow."

Yue Zhuojun was stunned when he heard the words, and then he reacted, his face turned pale: "It's over! My game tomorrow..."

Lu Shu glanced behind him from the corner of his eye. Liang Cong was some distance away. He lowered his voice and asked seriously, "What happened just now?"

Yue Zhuojun was immersed in the sadness that he might not be able to participate in the finals, and said disgruntledly: "I went to the bathroom, and when I went in, I slipped and kicked my aunt's bucket, and then fell."

"Can you fall on flat ground?" Lu Shu asked.

"I don't know," Yue Zhuojun's mouth twitched, feeling very aggrieved, "Maybe it's too slippery——Brother, what should we do for tomorrow's final?"

"What should I do?" Lu Shu sneered and said sarcastically, "Of course it's for the substitute."

"Substitute..." Yue Zhuojun was stunned, "But didn't I get the spot?"

Lu Shu paused for two seconds, then changed his voice: "Are you sure you slipped, didn't you step on something?"

"No...probably not." Yue Zhuojun answered ambiguously.

Lu Shu said again: "Or..."

"Or what?" Yue Zhuojun asked.

"Being pushed."

Yue Zhuojun paused, hesitantly said: "Brother, you mean..."

"I didn't say anything." Lu Shu said calmly, "I just let you remember."

It wasn't that he was targeting anyone, it's just that this happened too coincidentally, as soon as Liang Cong entered, Yue Zhuojun fell, but it was just a coincidence, and Liang Cong didn't go to the bathroom afterwards, this behavior clearly made people suspicious.

Yue Zhuojun racked his brains to think back, and after a while, he was helplessly discouraged, slumped his shoulders and said, "I can't remember, I didn't have so many scruples when I was rushing to the toilet."

Lu Shu said nothing, raised his eyes and looked ahead.

Coach Qian hurriedly got off the bus, ran up to the two of them, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with your leg?! Did you fall?"

Yue Zhuojun cried with a sad face: "I slipped and fell..."

"How can you fall in the toilet?!" Coach Qian roared anxiously.

Yue Zhuojun sniffed sadly, not daring to speak.

The coach picked him up and threw him on his back, and hurried to the bus, "Master, drive! Go to the hospital!"

Several people rushed to the hospital, registered for a series of examinations, color Doppler ultrasound showed ligament strain and soft tissue damage.

The doctor took care of it in time and bandaged Yue Zhuojun with ice, but his ankle was still swollen and turned into a steamed bun.

Coach Qian was so angry that he yelled and cursed for half an hour, making him close to himself. Finally, Lu Shu stepped forward to persuade him, reminding him that this was a hospital, so he restrained himself a little.

Yue Zhuojun wiped away his tears and promised: "Coach, I can persevere. I will..."

"You're a fart with a broken foot!" Coach Qian's veins bulged, "Go home and rest for me, don't let me see you if you haven't taken care of it!"

"Then... what about the game?"

The coach said irritably: "Isn't there still your Junior Brother Liang? Let him go."

Yue Zhuojun was wronged and unwilling: "But I got the quota..."

"Yes, you got the quota. Can you participate? You can get up on your legs, and it won't take two seconds for someone to lift you down!"

"Coach," said Lu Shu on the side, "If he goes up tomorrow, even if he loses, he will still be the third runner-up, but if he abandons the game, it will be a waste of all his previous efforts."

Coach Qian frowned, thought for a few seconds, and sternly refused: "No, who will be responsible if something happens to him? There will be more games in the future, and the body is the most important thing."

Yue Zhuojun was in a hurry: "Coach, I—"

"Stop talking," Coach Qian made a firm decision, "If you can't do it, you can't do it. You rest tomorrow and let Liang Cong play."

The expression on Yue Zhuojun's face slowly faded, disappointment appeared, he lowered his head and hugged his head in a collapsed state, and began to cry.

"Stay here and don't move. I'll call your parents." Coach Qian walked out after finishing speaking.

Liang Cong walked over slowly and said leisurely, "Junior Brother Yue, don't be sad."

He reached out to pat Yue Zhuojun, but he was stopped halfway as he went out.

"Brother Lu?" Liang Cong's eyes fell on his grabbed wrist, and he smiled slightly, "What's the matter?"

Lu Shu only held it for a second before letting go. His voice was low and cold, full of oppression: "I advise you not to look for it at this time. If he can't participate in the competition, I can still make you unable to participate."

The pretended kindness did not last long, and Liang Cong's face became visibly sullen: "There are surveillance everywhere, do you dare to touch me?"

"Oh." Lu Shu pursed his lips, viciously and contemptuously, "So you are sure that the toilet is not monitored, so you dare to do something wrong?"

Liang Cong paused when he reached the point of his mouth, and turned away his face indifferently: "I don't understand what you said."

"You'd better be." Lu Shu's eyes were full of mockery.

Arguing was pointless, and it was futile to quarrel without evidence. He didn't argue with Liang Cong on this issue.

Taking two steps forward, he flicked the back of Yue Zhuojun's head, who was crying bitterly. Lu Shu said calmly and calmly: "Take care of your ankles. If you have the strength, even if you lose the medal, you can get it back."

Yue Zhuojun wiped away his tears with sobs, and nodded in response: "Thank you, senior brother... I will... I will heal my injury quickly."

Liang Cong stared sharply, sneered, turned his head and left.

—

After taking a shower at night, Lu Shu lay on the bed and wanted to make a video call with Xiu Qinjiang, but before the call came, Shen Han's video call came.

Click to connect, a face covered with a mask appeared on the screen, Shen Han didn't move his jaw, and mumbled: "Yanyan, tomorrow's competition is going well, although there are many medals at home, I don't mind getting another one, and then, The old rules, if you win, you treat me to dinner."

Lu Shu raised the corner of his mouth, no more, no less, just in the arc of "you are dreaming".

"Where did the old rules come from?"

Shen Han took it for granted: "You have prize money for the competition, who will invite you if you don't?"

Lu Shu's forehead twitched, and he said with a black face, "When did you never think about my bonus?"

Shen Han clicked his tongue and condemned: "Mother and son, what are you doing so much, what's yours is mine."

"Then yours?"

Shen Han smiled brightly: "Of course what's mine is still mine."

Lu Shu was expressionless.

"Yan Yan, come on for the game, be careful and don't get hurt." Lu Mingheng's voice came.

Shen Han turned the phone camera around and aimed at the person on the sofa who was reading a book, "Talk to your dad."

A man in his forties is well-maintained and does not look old. Even in casual home clothes, he looks very well-mannered, with the air of a superior in his gentleness.

Lu Shu hummed, and replied: "I will, don't worry."

Then he asked: "Where is Xu Qinjiang, in the room?"

"Brother is tired today, already asleep." Shen Han turned the camera back and said, "Go to bed early too, don't stay up late."

Lu Su was a little surprised that a phone call today hadn't been fulfilled yet, and Xiu Qinjiang had already fallen asleep.

Seeing no one, he chatted with the couple absent-mindedly and hung up the video.

Lying down for a while, he fell asleep in a daze.

—

The next day's game will be in the afternoon, and the order of the battle will be determined by drawing lots.

Lu Shu and Liang Cong drew another player at the same time, so they missed the hope of killing each other's highest podium at the beginning.

Liang Cong cast his eyes here, as if he wanted to provoke.

Lu Shu ignored him and walked past him to the rest area.

Yue Zhuojun poked a crutch, limped and wanted to get up to greet him, but Lu Shu stopped him with his eyes.

"Senior brother," he said encouragingly, having almost recovered, "I will cheer you up."

Lu Shu took the helmet handed over by Coach Qian, adjusted the wrist protector, and hummed lightly.

Coach Qian used his hands to relax his leg muscles, and told him, "I can rest assured of your strength. You can play freely later, but be careful not to foul. I would rather not score points than foul."

Lu Shu was noncommittal, just said: "Anything can happen on the court, I will try my best."

"I can't try my best, remember it for me." Coach Qian glared at him, then said a few more words, and then went to the side to explain to Liang Cong the precautions before the game.

Yue Zhuojun dragged the stool over and whispered, "Brother, can you beat Liang...he?"

Lu Shu paid a little attention from adjusting the protective gear: "What do you want to say?"

"Although this is not very good," Yue Zhuojun wrinkled his nose, "but I still hope you can win."

Lu Shu raised the corner of his mouth lightly, and said with a calm expression: "The reason why the substitute is called a substitute is because it can only pick up leaks."

He threw away the blue helmet in his arms, confident and calm: "He is with me, and he can't pick it up a second time."