pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 312 Blood Rage Eyes

The intensity of the game far exceeded expectations.

Mu Chenfeng was targeted not only by Duke University, but also by the audience and even the referees.

Such a situation was doomed from the moment Mu Chenfeng made those remarks, and as the game progressed, this kind of targeting became more and more intense. Under the influence of various forces, Mu Chenfeng failed to score a point in half the game, and instead received 3 fouls, all of which were controversial penalties, but the referee was indifferent to this performance.

"This is the real experience of Chinese players in the United States. After all, there is only one Yao Ming, and there can only be one."

Except for Yao Ming, no Chinese player has really gained a firm foothold in the American basketball circle. Players such as Yi Jianlian and Jeremy Lin suffered unfair treatment more or less on the court, which caused their careers to end without much blooming.

The United States is not a place where you can survive by working hard, and some things are doomed long ago.

"Mu Chenfeng, are you okay?" Barton stepped forward and asked, he saw the unfair treatment the players suffered on the court, and everything here seemed to be aimed at Mu Chenfeng.

"Coach, why don't you replace Mu Chenfeng first." Mu Chenfeng was struggling on the field, and many teammates couldn't stand it any longer. If any of those moves were picked out randomly, it would be a foul move to put on others, but it was different with Mu Chenfeng. The referee didn't whistle to "bias" Mu Chenfeng, even if it was fair.

"No!" Barton rejected the request to replace Mu Chenfeng without even thinking about it.

This made Mu Chenfeng very confused and puzzled. He obviously couldn't play any role on the field, but the coach just let him stay on the field. If he continued to stay on the field, there would only be one result, that is, to continue to suffer those unfair treatment. Could it be that the reason why Button did this was to continue to make himself look ugly.

Mu Chenfeng looked at Barton suspiciously, probably Barton is also one of them.

What a terrible idea, if that is the case, there is a high probability that Mu Chenfeng will play the whole game, which means that he will continue to suffer this unfair treatment.

"But." The coach's decision made Felix feel angry. "The other party is obviously targeting him. They have completely different attitudes towards Mu Chenfeng and us."

"I'm the coach, and I have the final say." Barton insisted, "When it's time to change, I will naturally change."

"Shouldn't you be targeting him too?" Felix suddenly had a terrible idea in his mind, because Patton is also an American. From the standpoint of this matter, he should stand on the opposite side of Mu Chenfeng. If that is the case, it would be the worst situation for Mu Chenfeng. His own coaches are all targeting him, and there is no way out.

Barton just sneered and didn't answer.

The cold and heartless smile made people shudder and gave goosebumps all over their bodies.

In the end, UCLA still did not make any substitutions, and Mu Chenfeng remained on the court, as did Duke. Tony continued to stay on the court to "target" Mu Chenfeng.

"Don't forget what I told you." Barton walked to Mu Chenfeng's side and whispered.

"No matter what situation I encounter, I have to control myself." Mu Chenfeng warned himself secretly in his heart. At first Mu Chenfeng didn't understand what Barton said to him, but now he finally understood.

As the game continued, so did Duke University's targeting of Mu Chenfeng.

On the offensive end, UCLA tried not to let Mu Chenfeng touch the ball as much as possible, and the game went relatively smoothly, and the two sides played fairly normally, but on the defensive end, Duke University frantically fed the ball to the person facing Mu Chenfeng, and then attacked in an almost violent way.

In the defensive confrontation, the sound of muscles colliding could be clearly heard. Mu Chenfeng struggled to resist the opponent's impact again and again, and reached the basket. The opponent raised his elbows and turned with the ball.

Da~da~da~
Mu Chenfeng lowered his head, and the bright red blood fell down to the floor along his forehead, and there were a few bright red spots on the white floor in an instant.

When a player was dyed red on the court, the referee immediately interrupted the game.

"Mu Chenfeng." His teammates surrounded him one after another, blocking Mu Chenfeng in the middle, preventing others from seeing his injury.

Mu Chenfeng's left eye was closed tightly, and blood flowed from his left eye, leaving a bloodstain on the wallpaper, and the brow frame of his left eye had been knocked open, revealing bright red blood and a white brow bone, and a big red envelope swelled at the impact.

"I'm fine." Mu Chenfeng was more tenacious than he imagined, staring at the Duke player who had just "badly injured" him with his open right eye, his eyes were full of anger.

Looking at the Duke players, they were chatting and laughing with each other. The player was having a lively conversation with his teammates with a smile on his face. He was probably showing off how he "seriously injured" Mu Chenfeng. He was very proud.

After a simple observation of the situation, the conclusion was given, "needles must be stitched immediately."

"Stitches?" Mu Chenfeng was stunned, "Is it that serious?"

"This is not a trivial matter. The impact on the surface looks like it just hurt your brow bone, but the actual damage is far greater than that, and the congestion inside is likely to spread. Stitches are the right choice." The team doctor explained.

"Is it okay without stitches?" Mu Chenfeng asked, "Because my competition is not over yet."

The team doctor refused seriously, "No, is it important for a game or your eyes? You should be very clear about it. Besides, winning or losing this game is not very important. There are still many games in the future, and you can participate in them all."

"How long does it take for stitches?" Mu Chenfeng asked.

"From here to the hospital, it can be done in an hour." The other party replied.

One hour?When the stitches come back, the game is over.

Mu Chenfeng thought for a long time, then asked, "Can you sew?"

This question confused the other party, "I can only do simple treatment of the wound, and the specific stitches still have to be done by the hospital."

"Just say you can." Mu Chenfeng asked anxiously.

"I can't guarantee it." The other party replied.

"It means it's okay, so let's do it quickly." In order to be able to catch up with the competition, Mu Chenfeng refused to go to the hospital.

"Mu Chenfeng, I advise you to go to the hospital, leave this game to us, we will definitely win the game for you." The teammate persuaded.

"No." Mu Chenfeng was resolute, "I can only win this game myself, and you can't represent China."

Mu Chenfeng's insistence made his teammates no longer persuade him.

"Listen to him." Coach Button said, "He's right, this game can only be played by himself."

The coach said so, and the team doctor naturally couldn't continue to refuse, but he still reminded Mu Chenfeng, "Because the injury is too serious, I can't guarantee whether there will be scars after the stitches are completed."

"It's okay." Mu Chenfeng said, "Use the fastest speed to get me back to the court."

"Come with me to the preparation room." Since the operation could not be performed on the sidelines, the team doctor called Mu Chenfeng into the preparation room for a simple stitch operation, and his teammates replaced him on the field to do the top.

Mu Chenfeng followed the team doctor to leave the field and walked to the preparation room.

"I can only give you a temporary stitch operation to stop the bleeding temporarily, and you still have to go to the hospital after the game." The team doctor told Mu Chenfeng while preparing the materials for the operation.

"Okay." Mu Chenfeng answered cleanly, he just wanted to get back on the court as soon as possible.

In the preparation room, he could faintly hear cheers from the stadium outside. Mu Chenfeng didn't know whether the cheers were for UCLA or Duke University. He hoped that the cheers were for UCLA.

The team doctor took off the gauze used to cover Mu Chenfeng's eyebrows. The blood inside had dried up and stuck to the gauze. After taking off the gauze, the white brow bone inside appeared in front of the team doctor in horror. The opening was about 2 centimeters long.

Such a long opening requires at least 6 stitches.

"Oops." The team doctor searched the entire medical kit, but found no trace of anesthetic, "There is no anesthetic."

Anesthesia is the most common pain reliever in surgery, which can paralyze the part or even the whole body of the person being operated on, so as to reduce the pain caused by the hands.

Needle surgery is a moderately painful operation among many operations, but if the needle surgery is performed on the brow frame, the pain will be doubled.

Mu Chenfeng wanted to complete the 6-needle suture operation without anesthesia, and even thinking about it, his eyelids hurt.

"It's okay." Mu Chenfeng readily agreed, "This pain is nothing." Mu Chenfeng was eager to play, and he was only thinking about going back to the court to play, completely ignoring the pain.

The team doctor is not worried about his own skills, he is more worried about Mu Chenfeng, those who say they are not afraid, are more timid than each other when they move. Besides, the 6 injections are a continuous process, and the whole pain will last for a long time.

Team doctors have seen a lot of "arrogant" people like Mu Chenfeng.

"Have you thought it through?" Before the action, the team doctor reconfirmed, "It's still too late to regret it now."

"Come on." Mu Chenfeng urged.

"It will hurt." The team doctor reminded.

"I'm not afraid." Mu Chenfeng said.

The team doctor sterilized Mu Chenfeng's wound with alcohol cotton. After being cleaned up like this, the bones inside became more and more obvious. The team doctor skillfully threaded needles between Mu Chenfeng's brows. After the first stitch, a concentrated pain spread from the scalp to the soles of the feet. This was the most painful episode. The next few stitches, because of the slight numbness already appeared, the pain was not as strong as the first stitch. After a while, the 6 stitches were finished.

"Open your eyes," said the team doctor.

Mu Chenfeng slowly opened his eyes. In addition to some pain above the brow bone, his vision in the left eye also became blurred. He always felt that his eyes were covered by a hazy film, and he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him.

"It's congested." The team doctor said, the blood clot from the impact had spread to his eyeball, and now Mu Chenfeng's left eye was still a large dark red blood spot.

Mu Chenfeng tried to rub his own eyes, but the scene was still blurry.

"What's wrong with my eyes?" Mu Chenfeng asked anxiously, because his left eye was blurred, Mu Chenfeng could only observe with his right eye, and what he saw with one eye was almost a flat picture, so it was difficult to determine the exact location of things.

For basketball players, eyes are as important as their hands. Only when the position of the basket is determined by the eyes can it be possible to shoot the ball. For a person who does not even know where the basket is, it becomes very difficult to score.

"How long will it take for the blood clot to disappear?" Mu Chenfeng asked.

"It will take a week at the earliest."

Let alone a week, Mu Chenfeng didn't even want to wait for a minute. If he followed the advice of the team doctor, Mu Chenfeng would miss the rest of the game.

"One week is too long." Mu Chenfeng's right eye is pure white with a black kernal, while his left eye is bright red.

After the stitches were finished, Mu Chenfeng stood up, "I must play this game." After finishing speaking, he returned to the court alone.

It only took Mu Chenfeng 5 minutes from returning to the war room to returning to the game after surgery. In the past 5 minutes, UCLA, led by Oscar and Felix, made great efforts to catch up and successfully brought the score back to only 3 points.

When Mu Chenfeng returned to the sidelines again, Barton deliberately applied for a timeout, which was not so much an application as a waste, because the timeout was just to welcome Mu Chenfeng back to the team.

"You're back." Oscar was the first to speak.

"Well, I'm back."

"Your eyes!" The bright red left eye was immediately spotted by his teammates, and the bright red inside was very obvious.

"It's okay." Mu Chenfeng said simply, obviously the wound didn't affect him too much.

Substitution!Mu Chenfeng returned to the court after treatment.

"Hey, isn't this the Chinese boy? I didn't expect you to come back so soon." Tony challenged.

"I came back to defeat you." Mu Chenfeng's eyes became sharper and sharper. When his eyes met Tony's, Tony's body couldn't help shivering.

"What's the matter with this shiver?" Tony was startled by the sudden shiver, he hadn't felt this way for a long time, and the look Mu Chenfeng looked at him just now was extremely sharp.

The anger flowing in the bright red left eye was even more violent, even fiercer than the right eye.

"What? Is it like the return of the king?" Injuries are part of the basketball game. Some players can't afford to fall to the ground due to injuries, and even have to be reimbursed for the season or even their careers.

Although Mu Chenfeng is not a star player, in terms of character, he possesses the stubbornness that can match a professional player, and he was seriously injured just now. It is not too much to define it as the return of the king.

(End of this chapter)