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Chapter 44 Urgent

Something's not right. Could it be that too much was used? Zhou Kang's eyes widened, and he began to have doubts.

When he used it, it felt cool at first, then it felt scalding hot, but it wasn't that exaggerated.

He hesitated and said:

"This medicine is very effective; it's probably because I've used too much of it, and this is the medicine taking effect."

Wang Xueqing frowned and remained silent.

Other coaches and team doctors also dared not offend Secretary Zhou.

The timeout passed quickly as Liu Yichuan and the team doctor breathed heavily.

Liu Yichuan looked down and saw that the ointment on his right wrist was drying quickly on the skin, turning from dark green to dark brown, and a layer of gel formed on the surface.

There was intense burning heat beneath his skin, as if someone were rolling a branding iron over his bones, making him sweat profusely.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and trickled down his cheeks into his collar.

It's hot, so hot.

He even felt so burned that his consciousness was somewhat hazy.

Just as he was about to give up the match and say, "Quickly, take me to the hospital," the burning sensation began to subside rapidly.

The once burning hot area was now icy cold again, until the last trace of heat dissipated from the fingertips.

His entire right arm felt as light as if it had just been soaked in an icy spring, incredibly comfortable.

At that moment, the referee blew his whistle.

The coach remained kneeling beside him, observing him. Seeing that he looked much better, the coach comforted him:

"It's time to go on stage. Just do your best and don't feel pressured." After saying that, he reached out to help her up.

But then they saw that Liu Yichuan had already stood up.

Liu Yichuan came to the stage, picked up the bow, and stood on it to fire the arrow.

Nock the arrow, raise the bow, and draw the string.

The seventy-meter target shrank to a tiny dot at the edge of the field of vision.

The bowstring is drawn taut, power flowing from the shoulder blades all the way to the fingertips, steady and resonant.

He strummed the strings and released them.

"Nine rings!" the commentator exclaimed in surprise.

"Although Liu Yichuan was injured, he recovered remarkably well, and that arrow was a solid shot!"

Off the field, everyone was delighted.

The coach slammed his thigh.

Liu Yichuan had just injured his wrist, yet he still managed to hit a nine-ring shot with one arrow; it seems luck was on their side.

Wang Xueqing nodded slightly.

The second arrow begins.

Liu Yichuan nocked another arrow and raised his bow.

This time, the arm seemed more stable than before, and there was almost no deviation the moment the sight locked onto the bullseye.

He adjusted his breathing and released.

The arrow shaft traced a straight arc and pierced the target.

Ten rings.

"Liu Yichuan has scored a perfect 10!" the commentator exclaimed.

The audience in the stands erupted in gasps of amazement.

The athlete was injured; they could all see that he was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat.

But after only a short rest, he performed so well. Is he being blessed by a deity?

The coach jumped to his feet and cheered, "Great!"

In this round, Zhao Ming's first two arrows were eight and nine rings respectively, for a total score of seventeen rings.

Liu Yichuan scored 19 points with two arrows, leading by two points.

One arrow remains.

If Liu Yichuan hits a nine-ring shot with his next arrow, the total score will be twenty-eight rings.

Even if Zhao Ming scores a perfect 10 with his last arrow, his total score is only 27, which is too high to catch up.

In other words, the match is over as long as Liu Yichuan's next arrow is no lower than nine rings.

The third arrow begins.

Liu Yichuan nocked an arrow and released it.

The arrow shaft flew out, its arc trailing for more than a second under the light.

Thousands of eyes were fixed on it.

The arrow pierced the target, hitting the bullseye perfectly, and remained motionless.

Ten rings.

"Two consecutive bullseyes! Liu Yichuan competed despite his injury, gritting his teeth and withstanding the pressure. Congratulations to Liu Yichuan on winning the match!"

The on-site commentator shouted excitedly.

Won!

A burst of cheers erupted from the stands.

The coach was the first to rush forward, and Zhou Kang and Wang Xueqing also stood up, clapping as they walked forward.

Applause and whistles mingled together, and someone shouted Liu Yichuan's name.

Liu Yichuan put down his bow and stepped off the bowstring. The coach ran over:

"Well done! To play like this even injured, two consecutive bullseyes, an exceptional performance! This spot is well-deserved!"

Liu Yichuan's expression was a mix of excitement and confusion. He hesitated and asked, "Coach, it seems like my injury is healed?"

The coach was stunned: "What injury has healed?"

"It's just..." Liu Yichuan raised his right hand.

The ointment on his wrist had dried completely. He rubbed it with his left hand, and the ointment film on it peeled off with a crack, revealing the skin underneath.

The bruises on his wrists had completely disappeared, leaving them clean and white.

The team doctor, who had followed them, exclaimed in astonishment, "The bruising has completely disappeared? How is that possible...?"

The team members gathered around, all of them stunned.

Liu Yichuan played so well just now that everyone on the sidelines thought he had suppressed the pain with amazing willpower and endured the game.

So, you've already healed from your wounds?

Wait, the injury is healed?!

Everyone present looked at Zhou Kang with shock and confusion.

The team doctor reached out to touch Liu Yichuan's wrist and pressed on the outer side of his wrist bone, but the latter did not react at all.

He pressed harder and from a different angle, but there was still no response.

He lowered his hand and looked at Zhou Kang incredulously:

"Where did you get this medicine? In my twenty years of medical practice, I've never heard of a medicine with such good effects!"

Even though Wang Xueqing knew nothing about pharmacology, he understood what was going on.

His gaze lingered on Liu Yichuan's wrist, his eyes also filled with barely suppressed surprise.

When he gave Zhou Kang the medicine, he just thought that it was better than nothing, but who could have imagined that it would have such amazing effects!

He took a step forward, coughed, and interrupted the conversation.

He first patted Liu Yichuan on the shoulder:

"You secured a spot in the national championship for Songhai today, well done."

His tone was steady and composed, displaying the demeanor of a leader.

After saying that, he beckoned to Zhou Kang.

Wang Xueqing pulled him to the entrance of the passage next to the waiting area, a few steps away from the crowd.

"Xiao Zhou, where did you get this medicine?"

Zhou Kang dared not hide anything and told Jiang Yuan everything.

I met him at an archery open competition. He was the champion who got ten consecutive perfect scores. Later, he took the initiative to contact me and said that his family had a family recipe, so he sent me a copy to try for free.

He tried it himself yesterday and found the effect amazing, so he took it out today.

Wang Xueqing listened without interrupting.

After Zhou Kang finished speaking, he pondered in his heart.

In other words, this medicine has been on the market for several days and is already very popular?

"Jiang Yuan..." Wang Xueqing repeated the name to himself. "Call him quickly and contact this Jiang Yuan immediately."

Zhou Kang dialed the phone, but no one answered.

He dialed a few more times, then looked at Wang Xueqing.

Wang Xueqing frowned, his fingers tapping anxiously on the armrest:

"What are you doing in broad daylight? Why aren't you answering the phone?"

Zhou Kang said, "Why don't we wait?"

"No." Wang Xueqing's thinking was much more profound than Zhou Kang's.

What he saw in this ointment was far more than just a medicine; it represented a huge business opportunity and a network of connections.

Chairman of the Songhai Archery Association—that title sounds impressive, but archery is ultimately a niche sport.

He has spent a lot of money on the association over the years, hoping to use this platform to expand his network.

But the truly wealthy who control resources are involved in more mainstream and high-end sports.

—Those involved in football, golf, or tennis... his wealth doesn't even qualify him.

But it's different now.

Wang Xueqing's heart was burning with excitement, and he took out his phone to make a call:

"Hmm, his name is Jiang Yuan... he's a local from Songhai, help me look him up."

Shortly after hanging up, the phone screen lit up.

He looked down at the address above and felt a sense of relief.

"Chairman, what is this...?" Zhou Kang vaguely understood something.

He had a vague idea of ​​the amount of ointment.

I just don't know if the other party has any left, or if they can mass-produce them.

"Xiao Zhou, you've done a great job today!" Wang Xueqing took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his shirt, put them back on, and said:

"You're familiar with Jiang Yuan, so go and invite him now. Show your sincerity before anyone else does..."

"No." He immediately shook his head, his tone urgent. "I'll go with you."

"I must personally pay a visit to someone with such talent!"

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