"I have to compete." Qin Mo tugged his sleeves down, the calmness and lack of concern on his perfect side profile sent helplessness through his principal doctor.
When Feng Yi arrived and heard that last line, the smile in his eyes dimmed.
The last time he asked, Almighty Qin told him not to worry about his injury and that he had recovered.
But if he had really recovered, why would the principal doctor pay so much attention?
Feng Yi tightened his grip on the doorknob, pushing it open forcefully, ignoring Qin Mo's gaze. He focused on the principal doctor. "Doctor Liu, I will make sure he gets his rest. Could you let me know how long he needs?"
"At least three months."
"Three months…" Feng Yi understood the consequences; the entire National League was just twenty days.
Three months meant that Almighty Qin had to forsake the competition this year.
