The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 515 Thunderbolt
Chen Juan saw that she didn't know that she just fell in pain, and when she heard her coquettish words to her, she almost couldn't hold back the tears from falling down. A rather unnatural smile.

He calmed down and said to her, "Don't move around, you jump so high, and of course your back will hurt if you fall flat."

"Meng Yao, are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat." Head coach Zhu deliberately diverted the topic.

"I'm a little hungry. Thank you, head coach Zhu." Meng Yao smiled at him.

Head coach Zhu nodded slightly, turned and went out.

"Mom, there is still free skating to come. When will we be discharged from the hospital?" Meng Yao asked her after Head Coach Zhu left.

Head coach Zhu, who was still standing outside the door, felt heavy when he heard Meng Yao's words. After more than half a year of spending time with her, he knew her love for skating. If he knew that she could no longer skate...

The smile on Chen Juan's face became ugly, and she lowered her head to help her pull the quilt to hide the sadness in her heart so that she could not see the expression on her face, "You still want to free skate with such pain in your back, take a good rest, and we will go back to China in a few days " After speaking, he stood up, "Mom, go to the bathroom, don't move around, you know?"

Seeing that she hurried into the bathroom with her head down in the middle of her sentence, as if she was in a hurry, Meng Yao felt puzzled.

Why does mom look so panicked?
Just as he was thinking, the sound of rushing water from the bathroom sounded in the quiet ward.

In the bathroom, Chen Juan was crying with her mouth covered, trying to tell her the truth, but how could she speak such a cruel fact.

The phone in his pocket rang, and Gumani called.

After not seeing Chen Juan coming out for a long time, Meng Yao wanted to go in and take a look. She looked at the medicine bottle hanging above and began to move her body slowly, but found that her lower body felt nothing except the pain in her upper body. Thinking it was an illusion, she moved her feet again. The legs covered under the quilt still didn't move.

Why can't I move my feet?
"Mom, mom," she tried again and again, but she didn't see her legs move once. She became more and more flustered, and shouted louder and louder, "Mom, mom! I can't move my legs!"

Hearing her cry, Chen Juan ended the call with Gumanni and turned off the water, wiped her face dry with water, took a deep breath and opened the door to go out.

"Yaoyao, what's wrong?"

Seeing her coming out, Meng Yao seemed to be seeing a savior, so she stretched out her hand without needles, looked at her legs and said anxiously, "Mom, I can't feel my feet!"

Chen Juan was stunned and stood there motionless.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Meng Yao focused on her legs and looked back at her face, only to find that her eyes were red and swollen.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" You cried with red eyes.

Chen Juan's lips were heavy and she couldn't open her mouth, and her throat was like a stone, holding back her words.

Her abnormal appearance made Meng Yao suspicious. Looking back at her unconscious legs, she thought of her painful upper body, and she lost consciousness due to a mistake in the game, and quickly thought of a possibility.

"Mom, can my feet...can't move anymore?" She hoped that the following words were fake and she just lost consciousness temporarily. She still wants to skate and win medals for China.

Chen Juan lowered her head, her eyes became hot and red quickly, tears dripped onto the backs of her hands clasped in front of her, her throat tightened and she nodded.

Her silent response was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Meng Yao was instantly petrified, her mind went blank, her eyes were slightly blurred by the water as she looked at Chen Juan.

"Mr. Qiao, Yaoyao is paralyzed."

Just as he said goodbye to Meng Xun, Qiao Yiyuan received a call from Gumanni, his slender legs stopped suddenly in shock, and his heart throbbed faintly.

Passers-by who came and went looked sideways at him, who was good-looking but dull-looking.

(End of this chapter)