Chapter 310: The miracle doctor from the East Defies Fate, Betting His Career to Compete in the World Cup Again

The person on the other end of the line was none other than the Chinese miracle doctor who had previously used Cristiano Ronaldo’s acupuncture special skills, known among fans as the top scorer.

After hanging up, Pepe let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a bit more at ease.

Now, all we can do is pin our hopes on those mysterious forces from the East.

The next morning, while Houston was still asleep.

A private jet quietly landed at the airport.

The top ranking leader hurriedly walked out of the cabin, followed by four others dressed in standardized training uniforms.

Each of them was a capable middle-aged man with prominent temples and eyes shining brightly.

These four people were top-tier massage masters he had worked hard to bring in from China, each one a national treasure.

Pepe personally drove to the airport and brought the group to the hotel where the Portugal team was staying.

To avoid attracting media attention, everything was done in secret.

In Cristiano Ronaldo’s room, the curtains were drawn tightly, leaving only a dim desk lamp.

The top guy looked at Cristiano Ronaldo’s swollen, pig-like ankle, his brows furrowing into a knot.

He said in an undeniable tone.

“Nonsense, it’s just nonsense. I warned you last time: acupoint sealing therapy is only an emergency measure, treating the symptoms, not the root cause. "

“Using this injured leg continuously and intensely like this is basically a joke about your career.”

Cristiano Ronaldo lay pale on the bed, unusually without any objections.

He knew the other party was telling the truth.

Pepe was anxiously pacing around nearby.

“What’s the point of talking about this now? Bro, hurry up and think of a way. Seven days—no, only six days left. After six days, he must take the stage. "

The top guy walked around Cristiano Ronaldo’s bed twice, gently pressing several acupoints around his ankles.

Cristiano Ronaldo shuddered all over in pain, a cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead.

The top leader said in a deep voice.

“The ligament was severely torn, accompanied by bone fractures and massive bruising.”

“The Western medical plan is to have immediate surgery, followed by at least half a year of rest.”

“Half a year.”

Pepe almost jumped up.

“The World Cup will be over in half a year. No, absolutely not.”

“Don’t rush.”

The top guy waved his hand, his gaze turning sharp.

“Conventional methods definitely won’t work; we can only resort to unconventional methods.”

He turned to the four massage therapists he had brought and said.

“Teachers, thank you for your help.”

The four nodded and silently walked to the bedside. The two were responsible for one leg, clearly divided their roles.

They didn’t wear gloves, just started pressing, kneading, and massaging Cristiano Ronaldo’s legs with their bare hands.

Their techniques were strange—sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful, sometimes as if their bones were being crushed.

Cristiano Ronaldo felt his legs being wrapped in countless currents of warmth and electricity simultaneously.

Soreness, numbness, swelling, and pain all intertwined, making him moan softly.

Pepe watched from the side, her heart tightening.

“Don’t worry, this is a necessary step to activate blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and unblock the meridians.”

The top scorer explained.

“If the blood clots don’t dissipate and new blood doesn’t grow, his ankle will never heal.”

As he spoke, he took out a set of silver needles and several black jars from his medical kit.

“First, letting the blood first, then cupping. I’ll use acupuncture to seal his pain nerves, and combine it with medicinal decoction.”

“Six days should be enough for him to get back to playing and running, but still…”

The top guy suddenly changed his tone, looking at Cristiano Ronaldo with a serious expression.

“I have to be clear upfront—this method is extremely exhausting on your body.”

“Once the World Cup ends your leg, you probably won’t be able to withstand the intensity of top-tier league competition anymore.”

“In other words, this could be the last few games of your career.”

“Have you made up your mind?”

The whole room instantly fell silent.

The air froze.

Cristiano Ronaldo closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Retired from service.

Those two words struck him hard in the heart.

He imagined countless scenes of himself leaving the court, perhaps after achieving fame and success, waving goodbye amid applause and cheers.

Perhaps it was because Lian Po was old and calmly announced his decision after an ordinary season.

But he never imagined it would be in this way.

He gambles on a distant championship dream with a crippled leg.

Is it worth it?

Countless images flashed through his mind.

The innocence and excitement of wearing the Portugal national team jersey for the first time.

In 2016, at the Stade de France, he left the field due to injury, cried on the sidelines directing his teammates, and ultimately lifted the Delunnay Cup in the joy.

And those tears of defeat, the overwhelming doubts, and the lonely figures practicing late at night.

Twenty years of national team career, all the glory and humiliation, all the laughter and tears, all pointed to the same goal: the World Cup trophy.

That was the final and most important piece of his entire career.

If he gave up now, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Cristiano Ronaldo suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes, which had looked dim from exhaustion and pain, now ignited once again.

“Let’s get started.”

He looked at the top leader, his voice hoarse but unwaveringly resolute.

“As long as I can finish this World Cup, even if I have to watch in a wheelchair from now on, I’m willing to accept it.”

The top guy gave him a deep look, then finally sighed and nodded.

“Madman, you really are a lunatic.”

The following hours were nothing short of torture for Cristiano Ronaldo.

The stabbing pain from the bloodletting needle piercing his skin, the burning sensation of the cups clinging to his body, and those four pairs of tireless hands kneading him.

He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Sweat soaked the sheets, and he felt like he was about to collapse.

Pepe watched nervously from the side, wanting several times to rush forward and call for a stop, but the top scorer stopped her with a look.

No one knows how much time passed, but when the last silver needle was pulled from Cristiano Ronaldo, he was so exhausted he couldn’t even move a finger.

The top guy tucked him in with a blanket.

“Let him sleep for a while, and when he wakes up, he should take his medicine.”

“For the next few days, take turns massaging him. Remember, don’t stop.”

“Understood.” The four technicians responded in unison.

Pepe saw the top scorer out the door, thank you profusely.

“Remember what I said: this is just a forced way to extend life. The aftereffects will be severe.”

The top leader finally reminded him.

“We know, thank you.”

Pepe nodded vigorously.

Back in her room, Pepe looked at Cristiano Ronaldo’s sleeping face.

On that usually tense face, a rare trace of relaxation appeared at this moment.

His recent hostility was too strong; his whole body was tense, feeling as if he would completely collapse if he had any more strength.

Pepe’s heart stirred, and she took a small bottle out of her pocket.

It was the same bottle of Yagami Floral Water that Cristiano Ronaldo had previously given to him, and he had returned it in return.

He twisted open the cap, and a fresh fragrance instantly filled the air.

“You bastard, your temper is even worse than mine. I need to help you cool down.”

Pepe muttered softly as she carefully applied the cologne water onto Cristiano Ronaldo’s temples and wrists.

After all this, he finally felt guilty, like a thief.

He quickly slipped out of the room and gently closed the door.

He hoped for this bottle of floral water infused with magical Eastern magic.

Not only does it relieve Cristiano Ronaldo’s physical fatigue, but it also helps soothe his increasingly irritable temper.

After all, every upcoming match was a true life-or-death battle.

The team needs a Cristiano Ronaldo in good physical condition.

What is needed even more is a leader with a clear head.