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Team Doctor came over and slowly lifted me down on a stretcher. I turned back occasionally to look at A Fei and the others, who were all standing there, staring blankly at me. Then I glanced at the game clock; there were only fifty-eight seconds left. Huh? The score had changed to 109-106. How did that happen? I realized! The shot I just made went in, it was +1! "Sister Team Doctor, can I stand up and take the last free throw?" I asked Team Doctor. The Team Doctor beside me immediately refused, saying, "No, you might have injured your ribs; you need to be hospitalized for an examination first." I felt particularly anxious inside; I wanted to take the last free throw before going down, to give my all for Yulin in this final match of the tournament. When they carried me off the court, Teacher Qiu hurried over, "Jie, how do you feel? You need to go for a thorough check-up right away; health is the most important thing." "Coach, can I take the last free throw first? Please." I looked at Teacher Qiu with pleading eyes. A hint of worry flashed in Teacher Qiu's eyes, "Are you sure you can really stand up to take the free throw..."
"This is absolutely not allowed!" The Team Doctor beside me immediately vetoed my request: "He must be examined first. Liu Xiao can take the free throw instead; health cannot be taken lightly!" "Liu Xiao has little experience with free throws and his shooting percentage is very unstable. Plus, at this critical moment, he will feel even more pressure. This point directly affects our final outcome; let me do it. I promise I can make it. Coach, Liu Xiao is almost ready to shoot; call a timeout!" I tried to struggle and stand up from the stretcher. While supporting me, Teacher Qiu signaled the referee for a timeout. I looked at Teacher Qiu gratefully, thanking him, my teacher. After the players came off the court, they all surrounded me. Ouyang spoke first: "Jie, why are you still here? Hurry up and get a thorough check-up." I smiled as Teacher Qiu slowly helped me stand up: "Because there's still one thing I haven't done yet. Liu Xiao, let me take this free throw."
"That won't do! Are you kidding? Don't play the iron-blooded hero here; just go get checked out." Ouyang interrupted me immediately, and Liu Xiao quietly said to me: "Jack, I'll do my best to make this free throw..." I slowly patted his shoulder and smiled: "Silly, it's not that you can't do it; it's just that this point is too crucial. You have less experience with free throws than I do; let me take it." Just then, the referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the timeout. With support from A Fei and Ouyang, I walked onto the court. The opposing team gave me a warm round of applause as I stepped up to the free-throw line and signaled to A Fei and Ouyang that I could stand on my own. The referee tossed the ball to me; as I caught it, a sharp pain shot through my chest again. Then I raised my hand and prepared to shoot. Estimating the force needed while looking at the hoop, I released the ball. At that moment, as I exerted force with my arm, I nearly felt dizzy. A Fei and Ouyang quickly rushed over to support me.
The ball arced gracefully through the air and swished through the net—110-106! I gently closed my eyes; I kept my word—I indeed made it! After taking my shot, Teacher Qiu quickly called a timeout so that I could finally go to the hospital for an examination of my injuries. The stretcher was brought back onto the court, and as they lifted me onto it again, I called out to Team Doctor: "Wait!" The Team Doctor turned her head: "What now? Didn't you already take your shot? Are you still not satisfied?" Teacher Qiu ordered me: "Jie! Stop messing around; go to the hospital!" "Coach, there’s still one minute left in the game; let me watch it." As I said this, the two attendants carrying me became anxious and hurried towards the gym's exit while carrying me on the stretcher. Lying there, I felt a bit panicked: "Hey! Guys, I'm not ready to leave yet..." "Enough! Don't linger here; hurry up and get to the hospital so we can all feel at ease," one of them replied without looking back.
After arriving at the hospital, I underwent a comprehensive examination and various scans. The results shocked me: not only did I have soft tissue bruising in my chest cavity but also two broken ribs on my right side! I had fractured bones! When my parents arrived, they were heartbroken; my mom was crying continuously. The doctor told me that surgery was needed immediately to fix my ribs. Soon after, I was pushed into the operating room. As they closed the door behind me, an inexplicable fear washed over me—I had never been in this place before. The intense pain in my chest left no room for these thoughts as they lifted me onto the operating table and turned on the glaring surgical lights. The anesthetist asked me to turn on my side. "Doctor, it hurts so much in my chest; please hurry," I pleaded while trying to support myself in that uncomfortable position. As he adjusted the anesthetic dosage, he reassured me: "Don't worry; it won't hurt soon..." Just as he finished speaking, I felt a sharp pain in my back—the sensation of a needle piercing into flesh. After about seven or eight seconds, he pulled out the needle. Gradually, I felt no more pain in my chest and my consciousness began to fade...
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a circle of people looking at me—my dad and mom, Uncle Yu, Aunt Yu, Teacher Qiu, as well as A Fei, Ouyang, Tu Lei, and Li Kanglin. "Jie, you're awake! How do you feel now? Is there anything uncomfortable?" asked Uncle Yu. My mom's eyes were red from crying earlier. "Right now, it feels like there's no sensation in my entire chest," I replied honestly. Upon hearing this, my mom panicked: "Ah! What should we do? How can there be no feeling?" She turned around as if searching for a doctor when Dad pulled her back: "You're getting dizzy from worry! Our son is still under anesthesia." My mom suddenly realized what was happening and slapped her forehead—it seemed she really was dizzy. Suddenly remembering about the game, I asked: "Coach, who won between us and Yuce High School?" This result had been weighing heavily on my mind; if we lost after all this effort leading to two broken ribs—even though it was just a friendly warm-up match—it was still an intercity competition with significant meaning.
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