Nuggets home court, Ball Center.
The game continues on the field.
Wang Yi, who previously scored 18 points in just 10 minutes, was sitting off the court to rest.
Altitude sickness caused him some hypoxia, chest tightness and nausea.
He lowered his head.
Beads of sweat fell down from his forehead and reached the tip of his nose.
After shaking for a few times, it fell to the floor on the tips of his feet with a snap.
"Hoo-ho-ho-"
He could hear his own heavy breathing.
This reminded him inexplicably of the cattle plowing the fields in the past when he returned to his hometown.
They stick out their tongues and open their nostrils.
There was white foam hanging from the corner of the mouth.
These bubbles glow with colorful light under the sun.
After a while, the nauseating feeling became even stronger.
He seemed to want to retch.
He had to raise his head and lean his entire back on the back of the chair.
Lift your head up and rest it on the top of the chair back.
Stretch your arms and rest them on the backs of the chairs on both sides.
In a daze, he seemed to see the old scalper's tail swishing away flies and mosquitoes.
Snap!
At a certain moment, the old scalper's tail suddenly swung quickly and accurately hit a gadfly that was lying on its buttocks sucking blood.
The gadfly was immediately photographed in a radiating shape.
Six legs radiate from around the body.
A large amount of blood burst out from its body.
The flies and mosquitoes around him immediately fled in all directions.
…
The cameras at the scene also captured this detail of Wang Yi.
This picture was then presented on the big screen.
When TV commentator Sanders saw this scene, he immediately slapped the table and roared excitedly:
"Look, hahahaha... altitude sickness!"
"This guy thinks he is the big devil. He fought so hard from the beginning. Now he must pay the price!"
"Boy, you are too young. Let you experience what the devil's home court is!"
Mediterranean Brown was also full of joy: "This guy has tasted the pain. Next time he comes to our home court, he will never dare to be arrogant again."
When the audience saw this scene, they were as excited as if they were celebrating Christmas.
Their words were much harsher than the two commentators:
"This sick man went on the field even though he was ill. He is really disabled in body and strong in spirit."
"Oh - God, you are a ghost. Come and look at this poor guy, his nose is about to flow out. Someone take pity on him, please call an ambulance?"
"Why did Asia call the Chinese people in the past? The sick man of East Asia. Look, look, this is it!"
When the Chinese fans saw this scene, every one of them frowned.
"This is altitude sickness."
"What should I do? Brother Yi, go get oxygen quickly."
"What do you know? If Brother Yi takes oxygen now, do you know how the audience will laugh at him?"
"Then what should we do? Can we just bear it hard?"
…
This time the altitude sickness was more severe than before at the Jazz home court.
The reason is that this place is at a higher altitude than the home court of the Jazz, and Wang Yi just used too much force.
The team doctor on the sidelines has prepared oxygen bottles, and Wang Yi can take oxygen at any time.
"Wang...does he need oxygen?"
The team doctor's voice seemed far away.
Wang Yi shook his head with difficulty.
"Wang, I suggest you suck a little, so you will feel more comfortable."
Wang Yi moved his lips slightly, joking with difficulty, and said:
"I'm not a little girl...if I lose even one hair, I have to go to the hospital..."
And what he was thinking about was: A certain silly guy once said - people can't be too comfortable, otherwise problems will arise if they are too comfortable.
In fact, no player wants to breathe oxygen in front of 20,000 spectators in an away game.
That will make the audience laugh at you for being a sick person.
Although Wang Yi couldn't hear the noisy voices of the audience, he could already imagine how the audience was laughing at him.
If he is captured taking oxygen again, there will probably be only one sound in the entire arena: ridicule for him.
And after he came to the NBA, he heard the four words most often heard from the audience.
There is another important reason why Wang Yi is unwilling to take oxygen: he will come to this arena many times in the future. He cannot play with an oxygen bottle every time.
So he has to let his body slowly adapt to the altitude and this arena.
The Nuggets' home court is also one of the five devil's home stadiums in the league.
The Warriors, who have won 73 games, can hardly win a single victory here.
And Wang Yi, if he wants to conquer the NBA, he must conquer every court!
Even if you are at the devil’s home court at an altitude of 1,600 meters!
I will kill you too!
Let all the viewers who laugh at me shut up!
Finally, slowly...
I don't know how long it took, but he felt better.
The team doctor next to him asked: "Wang, do you really not need oxygen?"
Wang Yi's mouth moved slightly: "Water... just give me water."
The team doctor was also slightly moved.
This was the first time he had seen someone suffering from altitude sickness and not taking oxygen.
This Chinese man is surprisingly strong and stubborn.
He quickly took the water from the coach's hand, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Wang Yi.
Wang Yi gurgled and drank several mouthfuls in succession.
His pale face seemed to have recovered a little.
He slowly raised his head from the back of the chair, turned around, and stared directly at the malicious cameraman who had taken a close-up of himself.
His eyes once again showed the same bloodthirsty look he had when facing the Lone Ranger.
He spoke slowly: "You guys, just wait for me!"
When the audience saw Wang Yi's bloodthirsty eyes, their hearts trembled.
But they soon reacted.
"Haha, the patient is getting angry."
"I'm so scared, what should I do? Hahahaha..."
"The sick man of East Asia looks so cute when he gets angry."
An audience member raised the beer in his hand, and after finishing speaking, he took a few big gulps: "I'm so scared, hahahaha..."
At this time, Wang Yi had already stood up.
I looked at the time.
There are only 3 minutes left in the second quarter.
Look at the score... Damn it, don't look at it.
The 18-point advantage has been eroded down to only 11 points.
Wang Yi didn't know that after he came off the court just now, the pick-and-roll cooperation between Murray and Teacher Yue once again showed great power.
That is to say, James and Big Eyebrow can barely catch up on the pick-and-roll, so that the point difference does not approach single digits.
But James and Nongmei were both a little bit sick of altitude sickness, so they didn't dare to fight for the bayonet in the second quarter.
There are two more sections to come.
When the Nuggets coach saw Wang Yi's pale complexion and big beads of sweat, he knew that Wang Yi was having a fever.
He said to Murray: "His altitude sickness is very severe. This is our opportunity!"
Murray was abused by Wang Yi for a few minutes just now, and he is now looking to get it back.
Hearing the coach's words, he nodded excitedly: "Don't worry, coach, I will let the next few minutes be engraved in his heart for a lifetime."
On the Lakers side, coach Vogel asked Wang Yi: "Wang, how do you feel?"
Wang Yi stood up as he did every time before.
He was still a little dizzy and nauseous.
Still want to vomit.
But what does that matter?
The worst he can do is spit in his opponent's face.
James encouraged Wang Yi: "Wang, you should know that I had cramps in a game before and was carried off the court by my teammates. All the spectators were laughing at me. You know how I responded to them."
Wang Yi nodded: "Coming back is a key three-pointer."
James didn't say anything more and just patted Wang Yi on the shoulder: "Go and respond to them. Use your performance to shut them up!"
Wang Yi stepped onto the court again and glanced around.
He didn't say any bold words and just served the ball.
Caruso dribbles forward.
But after Wang Yi served, he immediately reached for the ball.
Caruso seemed to know what Wang Yi was going to do and immediately passed the ball over.
Button was already guarding outside the center circle in the frontcourt at this time.
He knows that Wang Yi has a three-point logo.
Wang Yi dribbled the ball and advanced slowly.
Dizziness, chest tightness, these feelings still exist.
But when he was fully engaged in the game, these feelings seemed to be much weaker.
Looking at Patton standing at the opposite logo, Wang Yi didn't even cross the center line.
His foot just stepped on the logo in the backcourt and he directly raised his hand to push.
"Fake!"
Barton cursed angrily and rushed forward.
He didn't even think that this guy couldn't even reach the center line, so he took action directly.
Are you really going crazy?
However.
The basketball was like a cannonball, roaring over Patton's head and flying towards the enemy's position.
Amidst the smoke, a loud noise suddenly came.
Bang!
Chapter completed!