"You're not really going to play, are you?" Guy looked at Hansen's pale face, unable to believe it.
Hansen didn't speak; he just nodded and then walked over to his seat to sit down.
"You don't have a fever anymore?" Randolph looked at Hansen, who did not appear to be in good health.
"Are you all so free? Don't play worse than me tonight." Hansen did not directly answer because he was still running a fever.
"Han, don't risk it," Battier also tried to persuade Hansen at this moment.
"I said I wanted to win the championship in Miami." Hansen shook his head.
Before Battier could continue persuading, Hansen had already stood up, looked around the locker room, and continued,
"Win tonight's game for me; this is my last request to you."
Hearing Hansen say this, everyone who had wanted to persuade him fell silent, their fighting spirit replacing their words.
Spiritual Infection Power wasn't only Wade's.
