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Chapter 65 The Heart of a Champion
The center forward on the opposite side saw that he was about to be dunked, and suddenly remembered the coach's arrangement just now.

With a fever in his head, he jumped into the air and slammed his hands on Davis hard.

Davis was hit hard suddenly, and he fell down hard after losing his center of gravity.

Everyone was stunned.

The whole person basically hit the ground sideways, and after Davis fell down, he lay on the floor without moving.

The Magic team members on the sidelines all stood up and looked at Davis lying on the floor in horror.

Davis' teammates rushed over after reacting.

Angry, Baker pushed away the open-handed center forward, and was about to make a move with red eyes.

"Are you playing ball or killing people!"

Nasr had quick eyesight and quick hands, and directly grabbed Baker.

He knew that if Davis couldn't play in this game, he and Baker would be the team's last hope.

"Mike, how are you?" Max knelt directly on the floor, not daring to move Davis, and asked him loudly beside his ear.

The referee blew the whistle in a hurry, and then came to the scene of the incident immediately.

"Blue 1, how are you?"

Davis lay on the ground for a while before opening his eyes in a daze.

He turned over and saw a group of people surrounding him. After thinking for a while, he recalled what happened just now.

"Hmm..." He only felt severe pain all over his body, and wanted to speak, but he could only utter a few meaningless words.

At this time, the team doctor of the Alligator team also came to the field, took a look at Davis' state, and directly signaled for a stretcher to come on the field.

"Definitely can't continue the game. Please go back to the locker room to check the specific injury."

The Alligator team members hurriedly carried DeWeese to the stretcher, and carefully sent DeWeese back to the locker room.

The "Dididi" referee just blew the whistle again, pointed at the center of the Blue Devils, and sent him off the field with a malicious foul without hesitation.

The Blue Devils center, who had calmed down again, walked towards the locker room with his head in his arms. On the way back, debris kept falling on his side, and his ears were filled with swearing.

"You bastard!"

"You don't deserve to be a basketball player at all"

He lowered his head and walked quickly to the locker room without saying a word.

At the same time, DeWeese also returned to the locker room.

The team doctor looked nervously at Davis' confused eyes, and stretched out three fingers.

"Mike, how much is this?"

Davis looked at the team doctor and subconsciously stretched out three fingers.

"Answer me, how much is it!" The team doctor was obviously impatient.

"three"

The team doctor was visibly relieved.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

Davis slowly came to his senses, he was thrown into a daze just now.

He felt his body carefully, benefiting from the rich experience of injury in his previous life. . .

"It seems that they are all flawed."

He sat up with difficulty, startling the team doctor next to him.

"Paul, I'm fine." Davis said to him, looking at the team doctor who looked at him with concern.

"No, Mike, you haven't had a detailed examination yet."

"It's all flawed, the bones are fine." Davis patiently explained to Paul.

"Then you also have concussion symptoms. After all, you fell from such a high place. You should not play in this game. Your body is still important."

"Paul, this is the final. I can't just watch my teammates fight on the field. I'm sitting in the locker room like a coward!" DeWeese's voice became louder.

Paul thought about it for a while, and said to Davis: "Mike, you are about to participate in the draft. If you insist on participating in the competition, it may have an irreversible impact on your career."

"Just possible! Paul!"

At this time, the door of the dressing room was opened.

It's old DeWeese.

He walked up to DeWeese: "Mike, how do you feel? This is not the first time, I hope you are okay this time."

"Dad, I feel good. I can't wait to play." DeWeese thought that he crossed because his former owner fell off during a layup. . .

Old DeWeese thought for a while: "Well, let's wait until the second half of the game. If you don't feel anything wrong, you can play."

Paul hesitated to speak next to him, but finally nodded.

DeWeese began to do various actions in the locker room under Paul's guidance to ensure that there were no potential injuries. In the absence of a way to do a CT to check in detail, this measure could only be taken.

Soon it was time for halftime, and the teammates asked Davis about his injury immediately after they came to the locker room.

"I'm fine, what's the situation now?" Davis eagerly wanted to know the game outside.

The teammates were silent for a while.

"Now, we are behind by 16 points. 30-46. After you left the field, we lost the best firepower on the outside and were strangled by them. We couldn't open inside and outside." Coach Mark took over the conversation.

"I can play in the second half!" Davis said firmly to his teammates.

Davis' words seemed to be a shot in the arm, and the eyes of his teammates lit up.

"But, Mike, your injury?" Nasr asked with concern.

"It's okay, trust me." Davis gently moved his left shoulder again when no one was paying attention, as if it was pressed when he landed, and his left shoulder hurt a little, but he insisted on gritting his teeth and endured the inspection just now.

Coach Mark made second-half adjustments in the locker room. He replaced Kevin, put Nasr at power forward, replaced Carroll with the ball, and let Davis play a pure 2 position.

"DeWeese, I have only one request for you in the second half, put all your energy on the offensive end and recover the points."

Davis nodded, seeing that the time was about to come, and walked out of the locker room first.

"Brothers, for the championship!" In the locker room, Nasr shouted with his arms around the other players.

"For the championship!"

"FU! GO-WIN!"

"FU! GO-WIN!"

The players stepped onto the field with great momentum, as if they were the ones leading by 16 points on the scoreboard.

DeWeese couldn't help but put a smile on his face when he heard the roar from his teammates behind him.

Coach Mark watched the players find their backbone, and laughed: "Michael has become the soul of this team. With him, the players have found their own winning heart, or in other words, the champion's heart. Some of them watched the second half of the game."

Davis re-entered the arena, and the audience suddenly fell silent.

Suddenly, there was sparse applause from a certain corner.

The applause seemed to be contagious, getting louder and louder. Finally, all the fans in the arena, regardless of the team, stood up and began to applaud vigorously.

Everyone saw how hard DeWeese fell, and many people speculated that it might even affect DeWeese's career.

In this situation, this man stepped onto the field again.

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