And he was so gentle with his wife that the young nurse's eyes were melting.
Hearing Lin Yan say it was embarrassing, Su Mojin looked around and indeed saw nurses and doctors snickering. She quickly wiped away her tears, as if genuinely afraid of embarrassing Lin Yan.
The entire car journey took less than ten minutes. The nearest hospital was only a few kilometers away from the racetrack. After Lin Yan arrived, he went in for an X-ray and then quietly waited for the results.
At the same time, Reisner and Lunce also arrived. Reisner had also injured his leg. This guy, like Lin Yan, had gotten up immediately after crashing and was hit by a car as he left the runoff area.
In that situation, the moment Lin Yan crashed, he almost realized there was a problem with the track surface. So, after crashing, he immediately prepared to evade, which meant leaving the runoff area to avoid being hit by those behind him. Reisner must have thought the same way, but how could a person be faster than a car?
Seeing Reisner's face covered in sweat, Lin Yan guessed that this guy was probably more seriously injured than him. As for Lunce, his luck was neither good nor bad. His limbs were fine, but his brain might have had some issues. It wasn't a big problem, just a slight concussion.
A fractured bone could still allow participation in the race as long as the body met the standards, but a concussion almost always required hospitalization for observation for a few days, as it was a mental issue.
"No, wife, I'm not paralyzed. You don't need to be like this."
Leaning on the hospital bed, Lin Yan looked at Su Mojin, who was bringing him tea, water, and fruit, with a somewhat strange expression.
"You took care of me like this last time, so it's only right that I do the same. Who are we if not husband and wife? Come on, let me prop up a pillow for you."
Su Mojin reached out her fair and smooth hand, supported Lin Yan's back, and propped up a pillow for him so he could lie more comfortably. Then, she brought him the tea beside him, serving him with utmost care.
After about ten minutes, the doctor walked into the ward with the results. It was a bone crack, not very serious, and did not require surgery. It only needed to be immobilized to heal naturally. This result made Su Mojin breathe a sigh of relief, but her heart soon tensed up again.
"So, I should be able to be discharged now, right?"
After looking at the results, Lin Yan's expression remained largely unchanged. Instead, he asked a question.
"Uh, I think... I think you should be able to be discharged."
The doctor hesitated for a moment before finally answering truthfully.
A moment later, Su Mojin sat by the bedside, holding Lin Yan's hands and slowly bringing them to her face. Worry was evident in her eyes.
"Do you really have to go?"
"Yes, I have to go. But I'll be careful this time."
Lin Yan had no intention of withdrawing from the race midway. If the problem wasn't too serious, he would try his best to persevere. Su Mojin hesitated for a long time, but the words she had prepared did not come out. She chose to respect Lin Yan's decision.
After Lin Yan decided to compete with his injury, Reisner in the next room had the same idea. However, unlike Lin Yan, he was strongly opposed by his team. His injury was much more serious than Lin Yan's, with new and old injuries compounding. Last time, because it was the end of the season and he needed points to maintain his second place, this time it was the beginning of the season, and they couldn't take this risk.
When Lin Yan emerged from the ward, leaning on crutches, the noise from the adjacent ward was still ongoing.
Reisner was arguing to participate in the race, while his technical team was firmly against it.
Hearing the discussion inside, Lin Yan pursed his lips and smiled. The drivers in this world were indeed the same as in their previous lives.
It was commonplace for GP drivers to undergo surgery. One moment their collarbone was broken, the next their leg was broken. As long as they were on the track, crashes were inevitable.
But when they entered the operating room or the ward, they would only say one thing: "Ah, t..."
When Lin Yan left the hospital under the cover of night, it was already ten o'clock. The night was deep.
However, just as Lin Yan was about to get into the car, they encountered an acquaintance.
"Your brother is in room 307. He's a bit agitated. Go in and calm him down."
Reisker, dressed in casual wear, got out of a black commercial vehicle. Reisker naturally recognized Lin Yan, and Lin Yan also had some impression of this kid.
"Okay, thank you."
Reisker looked up at Lin Yan, his gaze somewhat complex. He didn't linger, just glanced and then hurried into the hospital. Because there had been a serious accident in the highest category, the race committee had decided to let the Moto3 race first, otherwise, he wouldn't have come so late.
"Are you really okay with this?"
As Su Mojin helped Lin Yan into the car, she asked. Lin Yan was still using crutches, and the fact that he still wanted to race made her very worried.
"Don't worry, with such a beautiful wife, I won't joke about my life."
"It's already this time, and you're still joking."
Su Mojin gave him a big eye-roll. If Lin Yan had said this normally, she would have been very happy, but now she was too worried to be.
Under the streetlights, Su Mojin's delicate little face was pale and tender. If the other party hadn't been wearing a stern expression, Lin Yan would have taken the opportunity to kiss her.
Returning to the racetrack, Lin Yan began his pre-race test, putting aside his crutches.
Besides the mental damage, the specific factor that determined whether a driver could participate in the race was the test at hand. Seeing Lin Yan put down his crutches and still be able to do nearly fifty push-ups, Su Mojin was truly astonished. Her small mouth parted slightly. Although she had some understanding of her husband's stamina, she never expected Lin Yan to be this strong.
With a fractured right leg, bound by a brace, he could easily do over fifty push-ups. Even without injury, most people couldn't do that.
After fifty push-ups, he continued to test his arm strength and heart rate. After a series of indicators passed, Lin Yan was granted the right to compete.
Jerry Wheel was also there to take the test. This guy had a fractured finger. Although it was more serious than Lin Yan's bone crack, the location was better and didn't cause any issues.
When Lin Yan finished these tests and took back the crutches from Su Mojin, he saw that his little wife's face was flushed pink. Puzzled, he raised an eyebrow and asked,
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
When Lin Yan turned his head back, Su Mojin secretly stuck out her little tongue. Her husband's stamina was so strong, no wonder...