This was an extremely rare match for Dortmund, one where they started strong but lost the first half.
So much so that during halftime, when they returned to the locker room, everyone felt a bit out of sorts.
...
"Marcus."
In the noisy away team's locker room, Wang Shuo had just sat down when he called over the team doctor, Dr. Marcus Braun.
Braun immediately handed what he was doing to his assistants and hurried over.
Wang Shuo pointed at his right calf.
Marcus Braun followed Wang Shuo's gesture and only then noticed that the yellow sock on his right calf was stained red with blood. He cursed, "Damn it!"
"Peter, Peter!"
Marcus Braun's urgent shouts instantly silenced the previously boisterous locker room.
Everyone turned to look at Wang Shuo.
It was only at this moment that they realized Wang Shuo's right leg was injured and bleeding.
"Wang, what happened?" Subotic asked with a concerned look.
"Yeah, what's going on?"
"When did you get hurt?"
"Which bastard was it?"
