Chapter 209: Racing in the Rain (2/2)
Jun Xie dropped out of the match because of his injury, so Guohong Niu, the bench player, had the opportunity to play.
Guohong Niu was quite excited. He had not been entered in any individual events. He had thought he would sit on the bench until the end of the competition. However, Jun Xie's injury was a great blessing for Guohong Niu. He could finally participate in the matches of the Asian Games.
The Qatari Team was in the same situation as the national team. Since Clark had dropped out of the race, and Oneida was also recovering from a concussion, the Qatari Team eventually gave up the relay.
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On the track, as the third leg, Zitao Wei handed the relay baton to Sijie Yang, who took the baton steadily and started sprinting.
”No mistakes, the baton pass was successful!” Li Xue heaved a sigh of relief.
The baton pass between the third leg and the last was successful; now all Sijie Yang could do was clench the baton and dash forward strenuously.
As the new 100m sprint champion of the Asian Games, Sijie Yang was very confident. He had the demeanor of a star athlete, a kind of mindset change. With a brilliant gift for sprinting, it was only a matter of time before Sijie Yang became a world-class sprinter. An Asian Games championship would just accelerate his transformation.
Sijie Yang crossed the finish line steadily, marking the entry of the national team to the finals.
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Zitao Wei took the towel handed to him and wiped the rain water off his head, then returned it to Dai Li.
”Your face is flushed.” Dai Li looked at Zitao Wei, and found his reaction was unnatural.
”I…” Zitao Wei hesitated a bit and finally said, ”I feel cold.”
”Maybe you have a fever! I'll get the thermometer from the team doctor.” Dai Li fetched for the team doctor immediately.
A moment later, the team doctor arrived. He touched Zitao Wei's forehead, which was very hot, then measured his body temperature with a thermometer.
”He has a fever. His body temperature is 102.02℉, almost 102.2℉,” the team doctor said solemnly.
The coaches around Zitao Wei gasped.
Coupled with the sudden temperature drop last night, a race in the rain could have easily caused a cold and fever. However, it was indeed the wrong time for Zitao Wei to have a fever, since the final match of the 200m sprint would start in only one hour.
”What should we do?” Everyone was looking at Li Xue; it was time for the boss to make a decision.
Li Xue looked at Zitao Wei, as if he was asking for his opinion.
”Coach, let me do it!” Instead, Zitao Wei was quite steadfast; he continued, ”This might be my last Asian Games. In four years, I'll be over thirty. I'm afraid that maybe I'll be retired by then. I've entered the finals, and I don't want to regret anything.”
”Will you be able to handle it?” Li Xue continued to ask.
”Yes, I can make it!” Zitao Wei nodded resolutely.
”Then okay! Drink more water, and don't be worried about the result. You have a fever, no one could blame you. After the match, I will immediately dispatch a car to send you back so you can rest.” Li Xue accepted Zitao Wei's request.