My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

Coach Andrew was so angry that he started smoking.

Li Bo, smoking a cigarette, chimed in, and Coach Andrew calmed down a bit, sighing softly, "I'm doing this for his own good. How many eyes are watching athletes every time they perform? If they make a mistake because of an old injury, I don't know how much they'll be criticized. The audience can't see the injuries on the athletes; they only use the results as the standard to measure their athletic achievements for the year..."

"Understood, I'll try to talk to him." Li Bo asked, "Coach, what did the doctor say about this ligament strain? I heard from Ruan Ge that he even had surgery? Is it serious?"

"For a moderate injury to the medial collateral ligament of the knee, it is generally recommended to rest for about a month before starting rehabilitation training, but a functional test must also be passed."

"Okay, I'll check it when I get back. Thanks. I'll keep an eye on things here. You should go home and get some rest." Li Bo stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it away.

Coach Andrew asked, "Mr. Bo, are you and Yan Shao very familiar with each other?"

When he entered the ward, he saw Li Bo touching Zhou Yanshao's head. He and Zhou Yanshao had just had a big argument about registering for the competition. Zhou Yanshao was in a bad mood, and it would be good enough if he didn't kick him out of the ward, let alone touch his head.

Since arriving at the training base, Zhou Yanshao has been a constant source of worry. In Coach Andrew's memory, he's the type who would never let anyone pat his head. It's simply not something a grown man would want to be done by someone his own age, especially someone like Zhou Yanshao who's quick to anger.

Li Bo nodded: "Mm."

"Okay." Andrew was relieved. "I'll come again tomorrow morning."

Li Bo returned to the ward, walked to the bedside, lifted the blanket at the foot of the bed, and looked at the hinged knee brace. "Does it hurt?"

"fine."

The nurse knocked and entered, applying a cooling compress to Zhou Yanshao's swollen area. She then looked at Li Bo and asked, "Are you a family member?"

"Um."

"Apply ice to the inside of the patient's knee 3-4 times a day, for 15 minutes each time. Keep a close eye on the patient and ring the call button if needed."

"Okay." Li Bo asked about some precautions, then sat on the edge of the bed, gently placing his hand on Zhou Yanshao's thigh. "Are your legs cold?"

"Um."

Li Bo helped Zhou Yanshao lie down a little lower and covered him with a blanket. "Sleep for a while. I'll call the nurse when it's time."

"Um."

Li Bo placed his hands inside the blanket and gently rested them on Zhou Yanshao's legs to prevent him from moving around.

Zhou Yanshao felt the slightly cool foreign object on Li Bo's knuckles, frowned, and said, "Take your hand out."

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Li Bo pulled his hand away.

Zhou Yanshao clearly saw the ring on Li Bo's hand...

The ring he gave to Li Bo seven years ago.

Li Bo wasn't lost, nor was he lost after the breakup; he remained intact for seven years.

"It's alright," Zhou Yanshao said. "Move up a bit."

"OK."

Li Bo sat up a little higher, and Zhou Yanshao took Li Bo's hand, put it under the blanket, and placed it on his waist and abdomen to warm it.

Li Bo's hands were very cold.

Zhou Yanshao held Li Bo's hand tightly and fell asleep shortly after. Fifteen minutes later, Li Bo got up and pressed the nurse call button. As soon as he withdrew his hand, Zhou Yanshao woke up and looked at Li Bo with displeasure.

Li Bo smiled and said, "Press the nurse call button."

He raised his hand and touched Zhou Yanshao's face. "Why are you such a light sleeper?"

Zhou Yanshao said "Oh," and added, "I just fell asleep a little while ago."

The nurse came over and removed the ice pack, telling Zhou Yanshao to rest. Li Bo nodded. After the nurse left, he made a phone call to the driver. After hanging up, he said to Zhou Yanshao, "I'll go back to the base to get a computer, and I'll get you some clothes and daily necessities."

"oh."

Li Bo's driver arrived downstairs quickly. He reached out and patted Zhou Yanshao's head, saying, "Soon."

Li Bo acted quickly, returning to the hospital within an hour. On his way back, he stopped by to ask for a folding bed. This was the best hospital in Northern Europe, expensive but well-equipped; Li Bo had stayed there seven years ago.

Li Bo took his things back to the ward, and just as he put them down, the doctor knocked on the door and came in.

Li Bo opened the door.

The doctor looked at Li Bo in surprise and asked, "Li Bo?"

Li Bo's body stiffened slightly, and he nodded slightly. "The patient is inside."

"Oh." The doctor walked past Li Bo, came in with his assistant to check on him, gave him a few instructions, and before leaving, turned his gaze to Li Bo: "Is your injury healed?"

"It's a minor injury, it's healed long ago." Li Bo smiled as he saw the person out of the ward.

After the doctor left, Li Bo closed the door, and Zhou Yanshao asked, "What injury?"

"Seven years ago when I came to Northern Europe, I fell in the snow and dislocated my shoulder. I was hit by a car. It wasn't serious, but I stayed in the hospital for quite a while, just in case, to be on the safe side for observation," Li Bo said casually.

What kind of car?

"It's just a regular sports car, nothing serious. I fell and had just gotten up when I was lightly bumped again, which caused the second injury and led to my hospitalization."

Just as Zhou Yanshao was about to ask another question, the doorbell rang. A nurse brought Li Bo a folding chair, which Li Bo unfolded next to Zhou Yanshao's bedside. "I'll stay here with you during this time," he said.

Zhou Yanshao's eyes were deep: "Did you see the message I sent you seven years ago?"

"No," Li Bo said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you? My phone is broken and can't be fixed."

Li Bo continued, "My phone had been used for a long time, and I couldn't find anywhere to repair it. I was in a hurry to go to the hospital, and I didn't even know where I had lost my phone."

Zhou Yanshao's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Li Bo asked, "What's wrong? What message did you send?"

Zhou Yanshao took a breath, his eyes stinging, "It's nothing."

Seven years ago, Zhou Yanshao sent a message to Li Bo the day before the competition.

[Li Bo, I have a match tomorrow, are you coming to watch?]

You promised me that.

If you don't come, you won't need to go to the Russian ski resort anymore.

Li Bo didn't come that day.

Li Bo did not receive this message at all, or rather, Li Bo was hospitalized in a Nordic hospital at the time.

Li Bo has always been the type to only report good news and never bad. He downplayed the car accident, but who knows how serious it really was...

Zhou Yanshao's voice was very nasal: "Come sit here."

"Hmm?" Li Bo put down what he was doing and sat down on Zhou Yanshao's bedside.

Zhou Yanshao pulled him into a tight embrace, and Li Bo could feel Zhou Yanshao's hands trembling.

"What happened?" Li Bo asked with a smile. "It's really nothing. The car accident wasn't serious. The Winter Olympics are being held here in Northern Europe, so there are a lot of cars, and speed limits are in place. There won't be any fast cars."

Li Bo's lying technique was extremely high; it was reasonable, believable, and delivered in a very light tone, as if nothing had happened.