No matter how busy the hospital was at night, it could not be compared to the daytime.
The doctor on duty was also a little puzzled. Under normal circumstances, a cold would not come to an A-grade hospital like theirs. It could be treated in an outpatient clinic.
However, since he was here, he would definitely prescribe medicine and have an injection.
After Lin Feng heard this, his eyes widened again. "I still need an injection?"
"Injections are the fastest." The doctor passed the form to Yun Hu and shouted, "Next."
He really didn't give Lin Feng any chance to regret.
After all, why did he follow Huzi to the hospital?
Uncle Lin Feng, who was never afraid of any difficulties, turned his face away when the nurse raised the syringe. He even used one hand to cover his eyes.
The nurse looked at the handsome man and laughed. "Why are you afraid of injections?"
"I'm not scared, I'm just dizzy." Lin Feng's handsome face was obviously a little uncomfortable.
It was probably the first time that the nurse had seen someone so handsome and funny. She laughed and loosened her grip.
Yun Hu watched from the beginning to the end.
Just as Lin Feng was about to thank the nurse after he finally got through the ordeal, Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.
He was dragged over by someone.
Lin Feng was confused. "What are you doing?"
"You haven't even fastened your belt properly. How are you going to strike up a conversation?" With that, Yun Hu reached out and grabbed the belt on Lin Feng's waist.
The nurse, who was standing at the side, was completely dumbfounded. Were the relationships between men nowadays … so good?
"What are you waiting for? Aren't you leaving?" After Yun Hu helped him buckle his belt, he held his neck and brought him out of the injection room. Why hadn't he changed his bad habit of seducing girls?
They were so close that Lin Feng could smell the scent on his body as soon as he breathed. It was very clean and refreshing, completely different from a rough man like him.
"Hey, let go, let go." Lin Feng was so busy trying to free his neck that he didn't notice how red his face was.
Yun Hu released his grip and glanced at him. "Is your fever getting worse?"
"No." Lin Feng didn't think it was that serious now.
Yun Hu frowned. "Nothing, why is your face so red?"
Lin Feng felt as if his face was burning. "F * ck, you talk too much … Wait, let me take a call."
Yun Hu gave him a casual look.
Lin Feng's caller ID flashed. "Hello, Master, I'm outside. I just received someone. My body? My body is fine. Cough? Whoa, much better. "
"Go back and rest well."
The deep voice was especially piercing to Yun Hu's ears.
"Are you done?" Yun Hu raised his hand and circled him. "Once you're done, follow me to the club to report."
Lin Feng apologized to the other side of the phone and hung up. He felt cold again, so he pulled up the collar of his coat. "Go to the club now? At this hour? "
Yun Hu took out his phone and showed him his WeChat. "It seems like something happened to the team."
Upon hearing this, Lin Feng didn't say anything else and got into the car.
Something had indeed happened to the team.
Because of an interview from the international media.
He was from Country H. He was a support player.
It was precisely because the other party played a support role that he couldn't tolerate it.
"The Asian Cup against the Supreme Alliance? The team that doesn't even have enough members? As a foreign team, I advise China to reconsider. We don't wish to compete with such a team. Anyone who participates in esports has to respect the competition. I hope China can bring out their strongest ability to face us. "
The media hadn't expected him to be so direct. "I heard that Supreme Alliance has an Almighty joining, the god-team controller Rao Rong. You should have heard of him."
"Rao Rong? I'm sorry, I've only heard of the team controller from Country H. I've never heard of this name. " That person laughed. It was obvious what he meant. "You can get their strongest support to have a solo match with me, let's try it out."
Supreme Alliance rarely had any support players.
In the past, it had always been two assassins, followed by Fatan and archers. It was mainly a fast-paced match.
Other than Coco and Yaoyao, there wasn't anyone else who played support.
Coco wasn't in a good condition to compete.
Yaoyao mostly played sorcerer support.
If they didn't accept this match …
It would be too frustrating.
How dare an opponent's support do that?
But they didn't have anyone suitable to compete.
Moreover, it wasn't a good time to compete at this juncture.
If they lost, it wouldn't just be scolding online, it would be a humiliation to their countrymen.
But the most important thing was here.
"The committee is asking us how confident we are in winning the solo match. If we win, Supreme Alliance will be participating in the Asian Cup." Feng Yi switched off the video, the sly smile on his face gone, replaced by calmness. "You heard it, it's the support's solo match."
This meant that it didn't matter how strong Rao Rong, Yin Wuyao, or Yun Hu were.
It wasn't a good situation since they weren't support players.
"Should we let Coco go?" Lin Feng asked, sending the situation to Bo Jiu.
Feng Yi's gaze was calm as he stood up. "We have to win this match. I don't approve of using the country's reputation to gamble for the sake of competing. "
Coco didn't reply. Recently, he had been focusing most of his energy on the livestream. Since his captain wasn't around, he hadn't adjusted his state of mind.
The meeting room was silent.
Yun Hu had just returned and he was faced with such a situation. There should have been a welcome party or a reunion party.
But peace never came.
It was probably because they were in the same industry.
Esports had to deal with the internet.
Even now, there were still many people talking about Spade Z online.
Even if they didn't know the entire truth.
There were those who said they liked it, knowing that it wouldn't be recognized by the officials, but they still insisted on doing it, creating a topic of discussion.
Some fans didn't care about the survival of a team, they just wanted to do what they liked and do whatever they wanted.
Even when Rao Rong joined Supreme Alliance, there were people who laughed.
Rao Rong replied, "No, hehe."
At this moment, regardless of the situation.
Supreme Alliance was at its darkest.
Support … If Little Spade was around, they would have been able to win this match.
But now …
"I'll compete." Suddenly, Xue Yaoyao stood up, her gaze dark and her palms sweaty. "I'm doing well with my support skills."
Feng Yi glanced over, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. "He's a world-class professional player, even though he's a newbie like you."
Xue Yaoyao glanced down at the screen. When she glanced up again, her gaze was firm. "I'm also a member of the Chinese National Champions. Our Supreme Alliance isn't as weak as he thinks."
Feng Yi noticed her gaze, glancing over. The moment the screen darkened, the word 'nine' was clearly reflected.
"It seems like Little Spade trusts you." Feng Yi chuckled.
At this moment, Feng Shang opened his mouth, stuttering. "I-I, too, trust Yaoyao."
Feng Yi arched a brow, his gaze sweeping over the members, including the two new Almighties. "What do you think?"
“solo。”
One word.
It wasn't just cool, it was also trust, the answer of the entire team.
Yaoyao turned back, looking at her teammates, her heart tightening. "I …"
"You spent ten hours a day practicing your support skills, studying so many videos and finding people to practice with." Yin Wuyao looked suave with a cigarette in his mouth. "A record of over a thousand matches, an 80% win rate, Yaoyao, you can do it."
Rao Rong chuckled, returning to his earliest gaming days. "You're the only flower in the team, what else can you do other than support? Let's make use of this opportunity to practice with them."
"Did you forget that Spade Z is a girl too?" Lin Chentao reminded.
Rao Rong stilled, he had really forgotten.
Lin Feng bolted upright. "No bibi, to borrow Little Spade's words, beat them until they call you daddy! Sister Yao, we're all behind you, don't be careless, beat them until they cry. "
"Can you not be so filthy in front of a girl, I'm impressed."
"What should I say? Make them cry? "
"Shut up, didn't your PE teacher teach you Chinese?"
Xue Yaoyao watched the members of Supreme Alliance. They fought and kicked each other.
Almighty Lin was still around, Almighty Yun was coming, and even Almighty Rao had joined them.
She had never felt this way before.
She didn't want to lose this match.
It would be a lie to say that they could do it again.
She wanted to do something for the team.
She wanted that person to return to the esports arena one day.
That FC King with top-notch maneuvers, elegant positioning, and a barren land, he was born to be here.
As long as Supreme Alliance qualified, more people would know why the youngster was participating in the competition.
Fire?
It had never been.
But the blood that filled her chest, ready to boil at any moment, was witnessed by others.
Every single time.
When she won, she would turn her head and see this bunch of idiotic teammates.
When you lose, there will always be someone who will take the blame before you do.
Her head would be lowered, more upset than anyone else, but she didn't forget to tell her, "It's okay, we still have a chance."
This time, it was her turn to fight for this chance.
Xue Yaoyao glanced down, swiping open her phone. There was only one sentence. "Yaoyao, believe in yourself, you can do it."
The sender didn't need to be stated.
It was as though that person wasn't in the team anymore.
She had been cursed into the dust.
She had never forgotten that when the team needed her, she would appear once again, even if she was far away.
Xue Yaoyao smiled, tears in her eyes.
She suddenly recalled what Almighty Rao had said when he came to report to Supreme Alliance.
"Why did I join? It's simple, my dream teammate is here. "
Supreme Alliance.
They couldn't just disappear like that.
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