Chapter 11: How Did This Happen?

“I’m fine… it’s just… my right wrist… I think it got hit… it hurts so much…”

Feng Yuxiao and the team’s medical staff had already rushed to the car. They quickly opened the door and carefully helped her unbuckle her seatbelt.

“Don’t move!”

Feng Yuxiao looked at his sister grimacing in pain, feeling both heartbroken and anxious.

“Medical team! Stabilize her wrist first! We’re heading to the hospital right away!”

Feng Miwan let the medical staff secure her wrist with a temporary splint.

She saw her brother’s face full of self-blame and wanted to comfort him:

“Bro, it’s okay… accidents happen in training… it’s normal…”

Feng Yuxiao cut her off. “Don’t talk!”

“We’re going to the hospital for a full checkup now! Where’s the team car? Bring it over quick!”

Feng Yuxiao drove the team’s sedan at high speed and soon pulled up at the entrance of Tanzhou City Hospital.

He carefully supported his sister as they hurried inside.

After registering, a nurse directed them to wait outside the Trauma Department consultation room.

Feng Miwan hurt so much she wilted, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Before long, the consultation room door opened, and a nurse poked her head out:

“Feng Miwan, come in.”

Feng Yuxiao quickly helped his sister walk inside.

In the room, a doctor wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses stood with their back to them, head down examining some X-rays.

Feng Yuxiao anxiously spoke up:

“Doctor, my sister injured her wrist during training. Could you take a look…”

The doctor turned around at the sound.

Their eyes met.

Feng Miwan suddenly forgot the pain:

“Dr. Xiong?!”

Xiong Yibai was also surprised to see them but quickly regained her composure.

Her gaze swiftly scanned Feng Miwan’s temporarily splinted right wrist, and she stepped forward briskly:

“How did this happen?”

“It was… during training… I didn’t control it well and crashed.”

Feng Miwan inexplicably felt a bit guilty and answered softly, like a child who had done something wrong.

Xiong Yibai gestured for Feng Miwan to sit. “Let’s check the injury first.”

She carefully undid the temporary splint and professionally yet gently lifted Feng Miwan’s wrist.

When her fingers touched the swollen, hot skin, Feng Miwan couldn’t help but hiss.

Xiong Yibai immediately lightened her touch and looked up at her.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Feng Miwan gritted her teeth.

“It’s… it’s okay…”

Xiong Yibai said nothing more, just furrowed her brows slightly as she carefully examined the wrist joint.

She gently pressed several key points, observing her reactions.

“Does it hurt here?”

“Hiss… yes!”

“What about here?”

“Mm… a bit sore and swollen.”

“Try moving your thumb. Yes, slowly… Good, now your index finger…”

Feng Yuxiao watched tensely from the side and couldn’t help asking:

“Doctor, is her condition serious? Will it affect her driving in the future?”

Xiong Yibai didn’t answer right away. After finishing the initial palpation, she addressed the Feng siblings:

“Preliminary judgment: acute wrist sprain with possible ligament damage of varying degrees.”

“The swelling is obvious. You need ice packs immediately to reduce it and any internal bleeding.”

“For the exact severity and to rule out hidden fractures, get an X-ray first.”

She quickly wrote up the exam order and handed it to Feng Yuxiao:

“Pay at the desk first, then take her to radiology. Bring the films back to me.”

“Okay, okay! Thank you, Doctor! Thank you!”

Feng Yuxiao hurriedly took the form and helped his sister to leave.

Xiong Yibai suddenly called them back.

“Wait.”

They turned around.

Xiong Yibai grabbed a disposable ice pack from the treatment table nearby, snapped it to activate, and handed it to Feng Miwan:

“Use this on the way. It’ll help ease it a bit.”

Feng Miwan dazedly took the ice pack and pressed it to her throbbing wrist. The stinging pain did lessen somewhat.

“Tha… thank you, Dr. Xiong.”

“Go on.”

Xiong Yibai’s voice remained even, but the look she gave Feng Miwan seemed to hold a touch more concern than usual.

As Feng Yuxiao helped his sister out of the room, he couldn’t help whispering:

“Little Wan, when did you meet this doctor? She’s pretty… responsible.”

Feng Miwan held the ice pack with her uninjured left hand and mumbled evasively:

“Just… a few days ago… by chance… Ow, Bro, hurry and pay! It hurts so bad!”

Soon, the X-ray results came back.

Feng Yuxiao grabbed the films and report, then rushed his sister back to the Trauma Department.

He eagerly handed over the film envelope.

“Dr. Xiong, the X-rays are here. Please take a look.”

Xiong Yibai took the films and clipped them to the lightbox.

The black-and-white images lit up clearly.

She scrutinized every bone and joint space in the wrist.

Feng Miwan and Feng Yuxiao both stared nervously at her expression, trying to read something from it.

After a moment, Xiong Yibai turned around:

“Good news: no obvious fracture lines.”

The Feng siblings both let out huge sighs of relief.

“But,”

Xiong Yibai continued, pointing to a spot on the film where the joint space was slightly widened.

“The joint space is a bit wider. Combined with the physical exam, it indicates ligament damage in the wrist, and it’s not mild.

“The swelling and pain will last for a while.”

She returned to her desk, typing up the medical record as she spoke:

“Acute phase requires strict immobilization.

“I’ll fit you with a polymer splint for external fixation. It’s lighter and more breathable than plaster, but you must keep the wrist completely still.

“At least two weeks, then follow-up to check recovery.”

She started writing the treatment order:

“Get some oral anti-inflammatory painkillers from the pharmacy to help with pain and swelling.

“Continue ice packs for the first 24 hours, 15-20 minutes each time, with breaks in between.

“After 24 hours, if swelling subsides, switch to heat packs to promote absorption.”

She laid it all out clearly and methodically.

Feng Miwan couldn’t help asking,

“So… Dr. Xiong, will this… affect my driving?”

Xiong Yibai paused her typing and looked up at her:

“What do you think?”

Without waiting for an answer:

“Right wrist ligament injury means you can’t effectively or precisely handle steering, shifting, and so on.

“Especially in high-precision, quick-reaction motorsports.”

“Forcing it would be extremely dangerous and worsen the injury, possibly leading to permanent joint instability.”

“But…”

Feng Miwan wanted to argue—the season wouldn’t wait!

“No buts.”

Xiong Yibai cut her off.

“This is the golden window for treatment. You must rest and immobilize.

“Unless you want this injury to end your career for good.”

Her words shattered Feng Miwan’s last bit of wishful thinking.

She deflated completely and mumbled softly:

“Oh… got it…”