The referee glances toward Kenta, eyes narrowing briefly as he catches the cut above the brow. It's bleeding, but not heavily, not the kind that usually forces a stoppage.
He hesitates for a second, weighing it. "…You think it's necessary?" he asks.
Zhou doesn't slow. "I'll make it quick."
The referee exhales through his nose, then gives a short nod. "Alright. Go ahead. Quick check."
Zhou then climbs the apron and gestures toward Kenta.
"Moriyama. Come here for a second."
But there is no response. Kenta doesn't move, nor does he acknowledge the call, even as the doctor leans close enough to fall within his line of sight.
Zhou's expression tightens slightly before he slips through the ropes, closing the distance himself.
He reaches out, intending to examine the cut more closely. But just as his hand comes near Kenta's shoulder, Nakahara intercepts immediately. His grip closes around Zhou's wrist, firm enough to stop the motion entirely.
