The starting gun is the horn of the athlete's charge.

The moment the starting gun rang out, the athlete rushed forward like an arrow.

But Ding Peng did not rush up because just as he was exerting force on his legs, a tear-like pain suddenly came from the wound on his legs, which made him stagger and almost fell to the ground.

This scene was so lingering that the audience in the stands and in front of the TV were so scared that many girls even screamed, and some even covered their hands and stopped moving.

The coach next to him, Ma Dongbo, and some athletes who had no competition, also made a thrilling heart and almost screamed.

At home.

The Ding Manrou sisters didn't dare to move, as if they were afraid that their movement would affect their father's game.

Jin Ling sat on the sofa in dismay, and Zhao Fang was with her.

Cheng Guanjie stopped moving.

Zhu Beibei almost stopped breathing.

There were many people who all became quiet at this moment.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

On the field.

Ding Peng took a breath of air conditioning directly, but he knew that this 100-meter race would not allow him to have too much air relief time. Everyone is an excellent athlete. The 100-meter distance is in the blink of an eye for them, and he must rush forward.

"ah!!"

Ding Peng roared in his heart, and then he didn't care about the pain on his legs at all, and rushed forward like an injured cheetah.

At first, he was a little slow because the wound on his legs really hurt.

But when he ran out for about ten steps, the pain had become numb, and Ding Peng's speed was completely relieved.

But his start was still much slower.

When he started to accelerate, the person in front had already run nearly fifty meters away.

All the audience held their breath and focused. Many people felt that time had stopped, and many people kept praying for Ding Peng in their hearts.

"Chasing, chasing, chasing!"

Ding Peng kept chasing him, and he rushed forward almost desperately.

He caught up with the last athlete at sixty meters and then gritted his teeth and continued to rush.

The athletes who were running in front of him just now were surpassed by him one by one.

Boggot is the first to run, while American player Green is the second to run.

But it is very close to the end, at most about thirty meters away.

Green felt very happy. Although Ding Peng had a physical problem, he would be happy no matter what he could beat Ding Peng, and don’t care what Ding Peng was like.

But just when he was happy, he suddenly felt a figure beside him passing by like lightning. He looked forward and saw that the guy almost staggeringly lying on the ground.

"Damn, how is that possible? This...this is so unscientific!"

Green was really scared. He didn't expect that the person who surpassed him was Ding Peng.

You should know that this guy was injured on both legs, and it looked quite good, and he was so busy that he was donating blood. How could he run so fast?

Brother, are you a robot that is so powerful?

At this moment, Green even thought of a supreme existence in heaven, and only he could burst out such terrifying speed and power in this state.

"Impossible, impossible!"

He wailed over and over again in his heart, but no matter how he accelerated his feet, the distance between him and Ding Peng was gradually widening.

In fact, although Boggart is the first place now, he is really not happy.

He was once a strong man. What he needed was not shameless means to take advantage of the illness and kill people, but to compete with the real strong man.

This is a unique arrogant mentality of a master.

He knew that Ding Peng was very powerful and wanted to beat Ding Peng, but today Ding Peng was completely out of shape. His body was not in shape. I guess his mood was no longer in shape. In this case, even if he wins, he will be invincible.

At this moment, he felt like he was duke Qiubai.

I thought to myself that without Ding Peng, I will not be able to find an opponent again.

But just when he was depressed, just when he was about fifteen meters away from the finish line, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

Boggot: "..."

Damn, besides Ding Peng, is there any hidden dark horses in this group? How did you catch up with me?

He looked out of the corner of his eyes and almost jumped up.

"Damn, Ding Peng?"

But how is this possible?

Can you catch up with me in that state?

No, this is no longer a problem of catching up. Judging from this rhythm, you want to surpass me.

And the last ten meters, I really don’t believe that I can’t beat you!

At this moment, Boggart's competitive spirit was also stimulated by Ding Peng. The frequency of his footsteps began to accelerate, and the speed increased, and his whole person turned into a black lightning.

Ding Peng really didn't consider Boggart's feelings, he didn't even consider anyone's feelings. He only knew that he couldn't lose and had to be the first. Even if this was not the final, he wanted to be the first.

In his eyes, only the finishing line in front, which is his goal.

Whoosh ~~

Boggot accelerates!

But what drove him crazy was that when he accelerated, Ding Peng actually accelerated too.

Damn, you can still speed up after you are like this? Is there any reason? Are you injured? Are you pretending again?

Boggart was about to collapse because he found that although he accelerated, he was still not as fast as Ding Peng.

If he is a lightning bolt, Ding Peng is the existence of super lightning bolt.

Ten meters away in the blink of an eye.

Boggart watched Ding Peng pass the finish line about three meters behind Ding Peng. The guy shouted silently: "I'm so unwilling to give up!!!"

He was really unwilling to accept it. He had never lost so much.

The opponent's physical condition is not good, and his body is almost ruined. In this way, he can't beat the opponent. Is there any reason?

"I used to run very fast? Why do I feel like a snail in front of Ding Peng now?"

Boggart crossed the finish line, holding his knees with both hands, and he felt that he had used up all his strength at the last twenty meters away. He had never been so tired when he participated in the finals before, and this was simply not something that people could bear.

He bent over, held his knees with both hands, then looked up at the middle-aged man who had run first but had no sign of happiness at all. He saw him turn back in front of the finish line, return to the starting point and walk to the side, pick up his sportswear and leave without saying a word.

Without post-match interviews and ignoring everyone's cheers, Ding Peng left silently but also eye-catching.

Back at the location of the Chinese track and field athletes, Ma Dongbo and Mu Jianguo, who had not left, hurried over.

Ma Dongbo turned around and called the doctor with the team over, saying, "Stop the bleeding and replace the gauze immediately."

Xu Ping, who had already come here, looked at Ding Peng's legs and said with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Ding, please don't run away. Your legs can't run away anymore. Although you are not injured by your muscles and bones, the external injuries are too serious. If you continue like this, the wound will not heal at all."

Ding Peng said: "Just stop the bleeding a little."

"But you only have two hours of rest before the next 110-meter hurdle semifinal. Even if you stop bleeding, as long as you exercise, the wound will not heal."

"I know this more than you."

"and you......"

"Stop the bleeding."

"......good."

In the athlete's lounge, Xu Ping almost trembled his hands to treat Ding Peng. When he saw that Ding Peng had a large piece of skin fell on his legs and knees, he could no longer help it.

A man with iron bones actually cried.

He lowered his head and helped Ding Peng change the hemostatic medicine on the wound. Tears fell down while dripping on Ding Peng's legs. He hurriedly wiped them off.

After finally treating Ding Peng's wound, he couldn't stand it anymore. He ran out of the lounge and hid in a corner where no one was around and cried loudly.

He has never experienced such a situation, nor has he seen such a person.

He knew why Ding Peng refused to withdraw from the competition because he wanted to fulfill a promise to a friend who was still rescuing him.

This is the man!

The second floor of Kyoto People's Hotel.

There were less than fifty people sitting in the huge conference hall.

At this time, sitting in the front and middle position was not a respected medical master or a well-known medical expert, but a young girl under the age of twenty.

This is a meeting that is extremely important for the Chinese medical community. They are congratulating Ding Dang on his Nobel Prize in Medicine!
To be continued...