You should cross the mountains like a brave man

Chapter 930 Kobe Stimulant
Wei Xia returned to the hotel with the team doctor, and the team doctor went to Jay Wright's room to report the injury in detail.

Wei Xia himself returned to the room alone, resting when he should.

But how could he rest?
Strictly speaking, he can't take care of himself now. The doctor said that if the right shoulder is too stressed, it may be dislocated again. He hasn't learned how to reset himself.

Moreover, the pain during reset, it is no exaggeration to say, can make people who have not urinated and defecated cleanly incontinent.

It's one of the worst feelings in life.

After a while, people began to help Wei Xia.

Not his teammates, the team doctor contacted the hotel and asked them to hire a few people to help Wei Xia solve some needs.

For example, changing clothes, going to bed, and if you want to eat supper, of course, you will also be satisfied.

Things have been like this, Wei Xia decided to indulge himself and asked them to find the most authentic Chinese food in a nearby Chinese restaurant. It would be best if they could get together the legendary Man-Han Banquet. Although they didn't understand the concept of Man-Han Banquet, they were willing to try it if the tip was enough.

Wei Xia stayed in the room waiting for the good news, and checked his phone by the way.

The news of Wei Xia's injury has not been spread yet, but the fire cannot be covered with paper, and the news leak is certain.

Wei Xia grabbed the headlines of the media, but also made his injury known to the whole world. In an instant, the basketball world was shocked.

It's still early in the morning, and there will be bigger movements when the news ferments tomorrow.

The teammates who hadn't rested came to his room to greet him one after another.

Hayward seemed to lose his soul: "Will you play Game [-], Wish?"

At this time, Wei Xia's answer was very close to negative.

But he saw remnants of hope in the eyes of his teammates, and he knew his decisions would determine the outcome of the Finals.

But does he really have the ability to control the situation now?

"I'm not sure." Wei Xia shook his head.

Hayward was silent.

Cousins ​​was also in the room, and he said carelessly: "Don't make a comeback, leave the rest to us, you have done enough!"

He said it very lightly, Cousins ​​may really be the only one in the world who thinks that the 76ers can beat the Warriors to win the championship without Weixia.

After struggling terribly, Hayward said to Wei Xia seriously: "Wish, I promise you no, no, I swear to you in the name of my parents, if you come back, I will do my best to help you win the championship; if you don't come back, DeMarcus and I will desperately bring the trophy back to Philadelphia!"

When he gets serious, you can feel his attitude from his eyes.

Hayward was at his most serious at this point.

Wei Xia's inner balance was shaken by these people's enlightenment, statements, and all kinds of blind optimism that seemed unreasonable.

How could he abandon them at such a time?

In order to give himself a little strength, he deliberately moved his right shoulder. The severe pain from this damn shoulder made him think that he could not use this arm to do anything in the game.

How much ability does he have left after losing his right hand?
Damn!

Damn!

"Let's not disturb the captain's rest." Although Oubre is a rookie, he is as clever as a monkey. Seeing Wei Xia's entanglement, he asked everyone to go home.

Everyone leaves the room, Oubre being the last to leave.

Before he closed the door, he said to Wei Xia: "Captain, don't think too much, we will unconditionally support whatever decision you make, you have given everything, we can all see it, please believe us, we will fight to the last moment for you and the Warriors."

They all left, but Wei Xia sat on the bed and smiled wryly.

These people don't understand that the more they reassure Wei Xia, the more they will awaken Wei Xia's sense of responsibility.

The more they hope that Wei Xia can recover from his injuries and leave the game to them, the more Wei Xia doesn't want to quit at this time.

Indeed, it has been a long time since a heavyweight star chose to fight with injuries on the big stage.

Everyone understands the truth of losing now, but retaining hope for the future.

However, Wei Xia was engaged in a serious psychological struggle.

Suddenly, his door rang again.

"Come in." His voice could not be heard.

The people outside opened the door by themselves, and Wei Xia found out that it was the two waiters he sent out to buy Man Han Qun Xing.

They seemed to be successful, although Wei Xia didn't know if it was the real thing, but the table was really full of dishes.

Wei Xia decided to enjoy these delicacies all by himself.

Although he can't finish it, he needs to satisfy his selfishness and possessiveness more than ever.

His family members should have fallen asleep, so they didn't know the news of his injury. Apart from congratulations, nothing else was mentioned in the voice message.

However, there is a retired Lakers star who has not slept yet.

He sent three text messages, the first was congratulations, the second was confusion over his injury and the third was concern.

The third reads: "Dislocated shoulder? Are you sure you're not setting off a smoke bomb?"

Wei Xia was really upset, he had to stop eating with his left hand and type slowly: "I hope it's really a smoke bomb."

Kobe was silent for a few minutes.

Wei Xia thought he had nothing to say, so he just put down the phone.

Unexpectedly, this guy called directly.

Very good, no need to type anymore, he can talk while eating while turning on the speakerphone.

"I thought I was unlucky enough, but it seems that I'm not as unlucky as you!" Kobe's tone was very cheerful, "The arrow is already on the string, but you want to pull it out?"

Hearing Kobe's ridicule, Wei Xia was inexplicably angry.

"Did I say I won't fight?"

"How do you want to fight?" Kobe's voice could no longer hear the smile, "Is dislocation a trivial matter?"

"Know John Havlicek?" This is the source of Wei Xia's confidence for himself, even if he himself knows that his consciousness is not as great as Havlicek.

Kobe doesn't know much about Havlicek, but there is one thing he won't forget, "The one who missed shots after me?"

Is this a record to be proud of?Why does Kobe's tone sound a little proud?

"Yes, he once encountered the same injury as me and played three games with the injury!"

"As expected of the guy I've been chasing for years, I admire him!"

"You chased him?" Wei Xia was dumbfounded, "What?"

"Don't you know I've worked so hard to surpass his missed shots?"

"Is this a record to be proud of!"

It was rare for Kobe to be angry with Wei Xia, and he knew how to bring the topic back, "Okay, I want to know, what is the result of him playing with an injury? He won?"

Wei Xia's silence gave Kobe the answer.

"It's not your only option, Wish," Bryant said.

I just don't know why, after Kobe called, Wei Xia's mood became stronger.

He can't escape, can't give up the game, can't quit the battlefield, he has to keep fighting, even if it blocks the future!
At this moment, his right shoulder twitched excitedly.

The instant pain made his face grim. Fortunately, this is a hotel, his wife and son are not here, and no one who knows him is present.

Otherwise, they would suspect that Wei Xia was pretending to be a ghost, and his face was distorted in pain.

"If I want to escape, of course I have many options."

Wei Xia didn't seem to know what he was talking about.

That's what he said: "I'm not quitting, I'm definitely not quitting the series!"

Kobe definitely spurred him on.

Because he knew that if Kobe encountered his situation, he might not consider a truce at all, and he might not even go to the hospital to check his injuries immediately.

He will definitely play with injuries, which is a no-brainer.

Wei Xia has never regarded Kobe as his opponent, but this time he just wants to compete, just to compare, what Kobe can do, he can also do.

Then, the shoulders twitched excitedly again.

"Damn!"

"That's it!" He hung up Kobe's call impolitely and threw the phone on the bed.

A table of delicacies, only half full and no appetite.

His stomach has been filled with the game, and there is no room for anything else.

(End of this chapter)