Chapter Four: An Old Injury Worth Eight Million

The next day, Lin and Su Man met Ndiaye at an empty training ground. He was sprinting alone around the touchline. His right foot showed no pain avoidance on impact, but every time he slowed, he drifted half a step left. “There is nothing wrong with his knee,” Lin said. “It's his boot.” Ndiaye stopped and stared at him warily. His right leg was six millimeters shorter than his left. Northcastle's medical staff had prescribed a lift to correct the difference, then put it in his left boot. The mistake tilted his pelvis and inflamed the outside of his knee. A mistake that elementary stopped looking like a mistake after eighteen months. “Who told you to keep wearing these?” Lin asked.