Sports Medicine Master System-Chapter 140 - 93: An Unforeseen Accident: Hill Sprains His Ankle
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Chen Yuβs income had been on the rise lately, and paying off his student loans would be a piece of cake.
With some spare cash on hand, Chen Yu started to entertain the idea of buying a house.
Heβd have to buy a house before he could consider marriage. That way, when Lexi came to Phoenix, they would have a proper place to live together.
As they were chatting, the crowd of reserve players in front of him suddenly shot to their feet.
Behind him, the stands erupted in a clamor of shocked gasps.
Sharp whistles were mixed in with the noise.
Chen Yu turned his head to look, but he couldnβt see anything. The guys in front of him were too tall.
He stood up to get a better view, and his eyes immediately narrowed.
Under the basket at the far end of the court, a player was lying sprawled out amidst the others.
Nearby, Rodney Rogers was holding up his hands with a dazed look on his face, signaling that it wasnβt intentional.
Just then, Chen Yu saw the number on the back of the fallen playerβs jersey.
Two 3s.
Number 33... It was Hill!
Houston had already rushed over, anxiously bending down to check on Hillβs condition.
"What happened?" Chen Yu asked, grabbing Dudleyβs arm.
Dudley hadnβt gotten a clear look either. "I think Hill was going for a rebound and landed on Rodneyβs foot," he said, sounding uncertain.
Chen Yuβs heart sank.
That was the one thing you feared most on a basketball court.
βPlease donβt be his left foot,β Chen Yu thought as he walked to the front of the bench and peered over.
Tracy McGrady and the others were crowded around him, and even the Eye of All-Seeing couldnβt get a clear view.
But Chen Yu had already seen itβit was his left foot.
"Chen, donβt worry. Heβll be alright." Nelson had appeared by Chen Yuβs side at some point. He knew that Chen Yu and Hill were good friends.
"Iβm going to go check on him," Chen Yu said, unable to hold back.
Nelson quickly stopped him. "Donβt. The game is still going on. Youβre our team doctor; itβs not appropriate for you to go check on an opposing player. Wait until after the game."
Chen Yu hesitated for a moment, then stopped.
He had a point. If he went over, determined there was a problem, and said Hill shouldnβt play, what would Pleasance do? Would he listen or not?
Chen Yu looked toward Houston. βCan this guy even handle it?β
After he left Orlando, the Magic had hired another team doctor locally, a senior orthopedist, but he hadnβt traveled with the team to Phoenix for this game.
Just as he was thinking this, Houston helped Hill sit up.
After another moment, Hill slowly got to his feet on his own. He tried taking a couple of steps, said something to Houston, and then was helped toward the locker room.
"He should be fine," Nelson said softly.
If he could walk on his own, the problem likely wasnβt serious.
Chen Yu wanted to get a closer look. He had the Eye of All-Seeing, but it wasnβt a telescope. He couldnβt see clearly from this far away.
But just then, the jumbotron overhead began to replay the sequence of Hillβs injury.
Chen Yu stopped and looked up.
Tracy McGrady missed a shot, and Hill, who was near the basket, rushed in to fight for the rebound.
The paint was crowded at the time, and the cameras had to switch between two angles before finding a clear shot.
It looked like Rogers had misjudged the play, jumping too early and missing the ball completely.
Then, as Hill grabbed the ball and came down, his left foot accidentally landed on the front of Rogersβ right shoe, causing his left ankle to twist outward.
It was impossible to see the angle of the twist, but Hill went down immediately.
The replay ran again, but it still only showed that he had twisted his ankle, without revealing any specific details.
Chen Yuβs brow furrowed. βThat looked like a bad sprain,β he thought.
However, Rogers clearly hadnβt done it on purpose. It was just an accident.
Chen Yu couldnβt help but let out a long sigh.
This was the game. You never knew when an accident would happen, and there were never any warnings.
But Hill... that guy was just truly unlucky.
βHow long has he even been back from his last injury?β
But feelings were feelings; the game had to go on.
Hillβs exit was a fatal blow to the Magic.
He could score, he could defend, and he could drive to create opportunities for his teammates. Without him, the Magic suddenly looked like theyβd forgotten how to play, relying solely on Tracy McGradyβs forced shots.
By the end of the third quarter, the Suns had, unsurprisingly, turned the score around.
Pleasanceβs face was a picture of helplessness, but there was nothing he could do.
γThe fourth quarter began.γ Thirty seconds in, a cheer suddenly erupted from the stands near the Magicβs player tunnel.
Chen Yu turned his head and saw that Hill had actually come back out.
Chen Yu frowned slightly. βHeβs not planning on playing again, is he?β
Judging by his gait alone, nothing seemed wrong.
Normally, players have their ankles taped, especially someone like Hill who had a history of ankle injuries.
The tape helps improve the jointβs stability.
Then there were the shoes. Hill was endorsed by Fila, and their sneakers were also specifically designed to protect the ankles.
If it was just a minor sprain, it was possible for a player to return to the game after a short rest.
But...
Chen Yu stood up and walked over to the scorerβs table, watching Hill as he approached, ready to check back in.
Hill saw Chen Yu too. He grinned and stomped his foot. "Donβt worry, Iβm fine."
Now that they were close, Chen Yu could finally get a clear look at his left foot.
The Eye of All-Seeing was like an X-ray, penetrating through his skin, fascia, muscles, and bone, layer by layer.
Chen Yuβs expression changed drastically. Without another moment of hesitation, he strode forward.
"Get over here," Chen Yu said, waving Houston over.
Houston hurried over.
"Help him back to the locker room," Chen Yu said, his expression severe.
Houstonβs face fell.
Hill, who had been looking on in confusion, was also taken aback.
Houston instinctively turned his head to look at Pleasance.
Pleasance immediately walked over.
"Paul, Grant canβt play anymore," Chen Yu said in a low, serious voice.
Pleasance was stunned. Houston had checked him, and Hill himself said he was fine and could still play.
The crucial point was that Chen Yu was now the Sunsβ team doctor. If he said Hill couldnβt play, what was he supposed to do? Should he listen?
What if Hill was actually fine, but he listened to Chen Yu and they ended up losing the game because of it?
For the Magic at this point in the season, every single win was crucial. It could directly determine whether or not they made the playoffs.
"Chen, calm down. Iβm fine," Hill said, trying to smooth things over.
"Fine?"
Chen Yu snorted. βYou have no idea how big of a problem this is.β
Seeing Pleasance still hesitating, Chen Yu said gravely, "Paul, weβre friends. And even though Iβm the Sunsβ team doctor, donβt forget that Iβm also the head of the leagueβs player health management department. I expect you to take my diagnosis seriously."
The moment he said this, the color drained from Pleasanceβs face.
