It didn't take long for the congestion on the ankle to almost disappear.
Tong Yiqiao looked surprised. She tried moving a few times. Although there was still some slight pain, the situation was much better than before, and the pain was no longer obvious. "Is this... okay?"
Xing Luo: "Of course not. Although the congestion is gone, it doesn't mean you haven't been injured here. It just doesn't hurt as much as before. But you can't move around, otherwise it will still hurt."
After saying that, Xing Luo pulled out the silver needle and put it in another box. After returning it, it must be disinfected before it can be used next time.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked again...
"I'll go!! It's amazing!! Such a serious injury healed so quickly?!"
"Is the acupuncture in country Z so powerful?! Xing Luo is so powerful!!"
"As a Z country person, I am also shocked, okay? Although acupuncture can cure diseases, there are not many doctors who can really do acupuncture and produce excellent results. Mr. Luo is simply amazing! Tong Yinghou Wei's It was so serious that the congestion was cleared up in just a few minutes!”
"There are still people who question our Master Luo's medical skills. You have nothing to say now, right? Does your face hurt?"
"Xing Luo is really an admirable person. I really don't know what else she can't do... This woman is really amazing! There are such powerful artists in Z country, which puts a lot of pressure on other countries like us!"
"Xing Luo has completely become the focus of the competition. Of course, he also has real abilities. In comparison, the stars of our other eight major countries are not enough to watch..."
"This person is indeed outstanding. Even if she is from country Z, I am still a fan! I hope she can give me bigger surprises!"
After putting away the silver needle, Xing Luo packed up the medical kit. After packing it up, she sat back in her seat.
"Xing Luo..." Tong Yiqiao pursed her lips and called her.
Xing Luo turned his head and looked over, "What's wrong?"
Tong Yiqiao's hand on his side unconsciously pinched his clothes, "You asked me not to participate in the competition and leave it to you, so what are your plans?"
Xing Luo: "You will know soon."
"..." Tong Yiqiao lowered his eyelids and didn't ask any more questions.
After what happened in the past two days, she had unknowingly regarded Xing Luo as her backbone...
Tong Yiqiao knew that it was not a trivial matter that she was injured and could not participate in the competition. She should be more nervous, but Xing Luo just said to leave it to her, and Tong Yiqiao was inexplicably relieved and believed that Xing Luo really There is a way...
The same goes for Sun Zhao and Che Lingmo. They are willing to believe in Xing Luo.
After the 200-meter sprint, there is a long-distance running series, including 400 meters, 800 meters and 1500 meters.
Of course, participation in these events is not compulsory, because the physical fitness of artists is generally not very good. Besides, after running 400 meters, running 800 and 1500 meters, few people can do it.
These events were just decorations in previous years, and not many people actually participated. Even if they did participate, there would be no results if they did not finish the race. It will not be counted as results even if they did not finish the race just because there were only a few people participating. They must finish them all. But artists simply can't do it. Basically, even if they participate, they give up halfway.
No one abstained from the 400-meter event. It’s not too long. It’s embarrassing to abstain in front of the whole world. It’s not too late to abstain from the 800-meter event...
Everyone will abstain anyway, and no one will get points for the long-distance race.