Chapter 279

The contract renewal issue with Real Madrid did not surprise Cristiano. He understood Florentino's nature and did not expect him to change.

"Finish the game, enjoy the game, win the game, Sergio, this is what I want to do." Cristiano looked helplessly at the Real Madrid captain in the locker room.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Kaka again, as if asking for help, and his lover received the signal in time and changed the subject.

Cristiano felt that Ramos was sometimes like an intuitive hound. He seemed to have sensed something was wrong and then pursued it relentlessly, always asking him in a roundabout way about whether he should stay in Real Madrid.

But Cristiano doesn't want to talk about it.

"I will play well in every game, Sergio. Even if my contract renewal has not been negotiated, it will not affect my game state. I am a professional player, and you know it very well." On the training ground, Cristiano still trained one-on-one with Ramos. Facing the opponent's gaze, he had to reiterate it again.

Ramos pouted his lips unsatisfied but helpless.

He realized he couldn't pry any more out of Cristiano.

But he thought to himself that Cristiano would probably stay here.

Because of their tacit cooperation, they have created the most brilliant and glorious history of Real Madrid together, and this will continue.

——As long as they are together, this galactic battleship will not sink.

And this thought reached its peak during their match against Levante.

Before this game, they had suffered two consecutive home defeats and they desperately needed a big win to regain the confidence and support of the fans - as we all know, Real Madrid has the most demanding fans in the world.

As soon as the away game against Levante started, they encountered the worst situation.

Cristiano was ten yards in front of the goal, facing the opponent's flying kick, and he headed the ball into the goal without hesitation.

"The ball goes in!!! Lightning kick-off!!! Real Madrid leads 1-0!!"

"Ronaldo flew in and headed the ball into the goal against Scher's spikes!!"

The ball was quickly headed into the lower right corner of the goal. This lightning goal occurred less than three minutes into the game, and almost made the entire stadium boil with excitement.

However, they soon realized something was wrong - Cristiano was still lying on the ground.

Kaka reacted immediately and ran quickly to Cristiano's side.

Immediately, Ramos saw the Brazilian with a grim look on his face, shouting for the team doctor to come over.

Soon, teammates quickly gathered around and saw Cristiano covering his face, almost his entire face was soaked in blood.

Ramos took a breath and was a little slow to react. The next second, he was pushed out by the team doctor who came.

The team doctor moved Cristiano's hand away, wiped the blood off his face, sprayed hemostatic coagulant... the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

The commentators and media at the scene and in the broadcast room went crazy when they saw this, almost screaming: "Ronaldo is bleeding profusely! The price of this goal is really too high!"

"Let's take a look at the slow-motion replay! When Cristiano was competing for a header, he was kicked in the corner of the eye by the central defender's spikes! My God, I don't know if his injury is serious..."

"It's too close to my eyes! It's very dangerous—"

Kaka knelt beside Cristiano, holding Cristiano's hand tightly, staring motionlessly at the wound from which blood continued to flow. His face looked even worse than Cristiano's.

His mind was in a mess. He knew that Cristiano had suffered such serious injuries, but this was the first time in front of him. It was the first time he saw Cristiano bleeding in front of him.

His hand holding Cristiano was shaking unconsciously.

The team doctor was asking Cristiano's teammates to move away and give them some space and air, but Kaka just stood there in a daze, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Scatter, scatter!" Ramos seemed to come back to his senses when he heard the team doctor's voice. He immediately shouted loudly to separate his teammates and the opposing players who surrounded him.

Levante's defensive center back grabbed his hair and thought painfully that he had never expected the situation to develop like this. He stared at Cristiano's face until he was pushed away by Ramos with his arm.

The team doctor saw that Kaka did not move, but the Brazilian did not hinder their treatment, so he tacitly allowed him to stay where he was.

Cristiano felt that his eyes seemed to be swelling rapidly.

In addition to the severe pain from the initial collision, the wound now felt like it was pulling on his nerves, causing his eyes and head to ache as well.

He was familiar with this feeling. He just thought to himself, what the hell, his left eyebrow bone had been injured so badly, he hoped that he would be lucky this time and only need a few stitches.

When the ball was right in front of him, he couldn't think about so many things. His instinct was to fight, shoot, and score a goal, even if he got a bloody head more than once.

Cristiano's other good right eye saw Kaka running towards him first, and he forced a helpless smile at Kaka. He guessed that his smile must be very ugly and it would not have any comforting effect, because Kaka's face was obviously so ugly that it seemed as if he was the one with the disfigured face.

He could hear Kaka's rapid breathing, and his fingers were clenched so tightly by Kaka that he had to bend his fingers and scratch the other's palms, hoping that Kaka would relax.

The team doctor cleared his vision and he was finally able to see with his left eye.

The hemostatic gel seemed to have some effect, and the team doctor asked him to move to the sidelines to continue treating the wound.

The opposing center back walked up to him with an extremely apologetic look on his face, stretched out his hand to pull him up, and apologized in a panicked and confused voice.

Cristiano accepted the other party's apology, he extended his hand to the other party, used the force to stand up, then patted the other party on the back and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it was an accident."

As he spoke, he followed the team doctor to the sidelines. He turned his head to look at Kaka, who followed him closely.

"We have to sew him up. The cut on his eyebrow bone is too deep and the bleeding can't be stopped." The team doctor explained to Zidane while preparing the surgical tools on the sidelines.

Zidane frowned when he heard this. Before he could say anything, Cristiano waved his hand and said, "Come on, just come. No problem."

Ramos and his men also ran to the sidelines. After hearing Cristiano's words, they took a breath. Ramos immediately asked, "No anesthesia?"

"If he continues to play." said the team doctor, looking at Zidane and Cristiano.

Cristiano said calmly: "Come on, I can, we have to win this game, but one goal is not what I want."

He looked at Zidane, then at Ramos, and then said to the team doctor: "Go ahead, I will hold back."

Ramos and Zidane saw ambition and determination in Cristiano's eyes.

He is so eager to win in every game, and this desire becomes the driving force of the entire team, giving the Galactic Battleship the same offensive color.

Ramos could only watch from the sidelines. As the captain of Real Madrid, which currently ranked fourth in the league standings, he knew they could not afford to lose any game. He could not ask Cristiano to leave the field, and he could not guarantee that the one-goal lead would be enough to last until the end of the game.

He turned to Kaka again, hoping that Kaka could say something to stop Cristiano.

But neither did Kaka.

Kaka squatted beside Cristiano and whispered, "Cris, this will hurt, but I will be by your side this time, okay? You can hold my hand."

Cristiano grinned when he heard that. He didn't grab Kaka's hand. So many eyes were staring at him. This was too much.

"I can endure pain very well, don't underestimate me," he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the team doctor came over with surgical tools and first rinsed the wound on his face that was covered with blood with clean water.

Everyone could clearly see how long the wound on Cristiano's brow bone near the end of his eye was. It was several centimeters long. If you gently wipe, touch or press the area around the wound with a cotton swab, more blood would rush out.

Modric and Marcelo couldn't bear to watch any longer after taking one look. They turned their backs sadly, made the sign of the cross on their chests and prayed quietly.

The intermittent gasping sounds made Cristiano want to laugh at an inappropriate time. If the wound wasn't so painful, he would definitely laugh at these cowardly guys.

Cross took a quick look at the outer circle and quickly retracted his gaze. He grabbed the water bottle and replenished his water absentmindedly, but the cut and the blood gushing out made his heart beat faster. It looked really painful.

James and Di Maria on the bench also ran over quickly and watched nervously from the side. James was so nervous that he almost didn't dare to look. He put his hands together to his mouth and breathed softly.

Cristiano closed his eyes, the suture needle with a thin thread pierced his flesh, he suddenly grasped the grass without making a sound, he had to try his best to control his instinct and fear to avoid pain, as well as his body's reaction to pain, his breathing and heartbeat were speeding up, and the team doctor's hands were moving faster.

He had five stitches on his eyebrow bone, which almost made his entire body soaked in cold sweat.

When the team doctor announced that the suture was successful, Cristiano's tense muscles relaxed slightly, and Kaka quickly supported his back, allowing Cristiano to lean on him relaxly.

Cristiano leaned against Kaka to take a breath, then grabbed Kaka's hand and used the force to stand up.

"I want to change my clothes." Cristiano pointed to his jersey. His jersey was covered in blood and looked particularly scary.

But he looked like nothing happened, not at all like someone who had just had five stitches on the spot without any anesthesia.

The staff nearby reacted and quickly took a jersey and ran over to help Cristiano change into it.

After Cristiano changed into a dry jersey, Zidane held the boy's shoulders and locked his eyes with Cristiano: "Listen, don't force it. Tell me immediately when you feel it's not working, and I'll make arrangements for you, okay?"

"Of course." Cristiano replied, his left eye half open, his right eye bright and round. After answering, he ran towards the field.

Seeing this, the fans on the sidelines burst into incredible cheers and shouts of encouragement.

"Ronaldo is back in the game! He can still play!? Unbelievable!"

"According to the news from the scene, Ronaldo received stitches without anesthesia on the sidelines and can continue the game for the time being!"

Cristiano's return to the field was like a shot of adrenaline into the team. The whole team pressed forward and organized wave after wave of attack.

A heavy drizzle began to fall from the sky.

"Ramos flew over and intercepted the ball! He passed it directly to Ronaldo! Very beautiful and neat!"

"Ronaldo is dribbling the ball to the side, is he going to challenge to break into the penalty area again?! All Levante's defensive players are speeding back to the penalty area!"

But Cristiano did not move into the penalty area again. He accelerated forward a few steps, created some space, and then shot directly at the goal from a long distance! The ball hardly changed direction, it was a powerful rocket attack that went straight through the goalkeeper's fingers!

"A world wave!!! Ronaldo scored another goal in the 17th minute of the game!!"

"Levante's defenders left too much space for Ronaldo! Even with his left eye injured and poor vision, Ronaldo still made a long shot and extended the score to 2-0!"

“So beautiful!”

Ramos quickly got up from the ground, ran to Cristiano, and hugged Cristiano with joy and excitement, with his feet several centimeters off the ground!

"That's great, Chris! That's great! God, you're incredible, how did you do it!" Ramos shouted excitedly, waving his fists. Others also ran up quickly. If it weren't for Cristiano's injury, they would have jumped on Cristiano and laughed and cheered.

Cristiano grinned. In fact, he could hardly see anything with his left eye. He relied entirely on his intact right eye and shooting instinct and foot feel to complete the shot.

Now, he felt worse and worse. His right eye began to feel hot, as if it was also affected, and slowly his eyelid began to swell up.

Kaka suddenly held his face and asked softly, "How do you feel?"

Cristiano blinked, then slowly pulled the corners of his mouth: "I may have to go down."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kaka immediately raised his hand to signal to the referee and Zidane on the sidelines.

Ramos and others now noticed Cristiano's slightly swollen wound and the redness of his other right eye. Perhaps it was due to rain and sweat, or perhaps the wound was bad enough in itself, but now it became worse.

Cristiano had to go off the field, and Morata, as a substitute, was warming up and waiting on the sidelines.

When Cristiano walked off the field, applause broke out from the entire Levante home stadium's fan stands. He looked up and saw that almost all the fans stood up and applauded him - whether they were Levante fans or Real Madrid fans, everyone was applauding.

He smiled and also raised his arms and clapped his hands in response to the fans.

Kaka sent him to the sidelines, where he hugged Cristiano tightly and whispered, "Leave the game to us."

Cristiano nodded, and he tilted his head to the crook of Kaka's neck: "I believe you."

He quickly walked off the field, high-fived and gave a brief hug to Morata who was waiting.

"Come on," Cristiano murmured, patting the young Spaniard on the shoulder before gently pushing the boy onto the court.

Morata felt the force from behind, his eyes slightly hot and he nodded heavily.

Cristiano returned to the sidelines and the team doctors quickly came over to re-examine and treat his wounds.

Zidane also strode back to Cristiano from the coaching area on the sidelines and asked the team doctor about the condition in a low voice.

"Go to the hospital and get treated." Zidane said immediately, "The game will not end for a long time, Cristiano must go to the hospital and get treated as soon as possible."

Cristiano did not refuse again. He looked at the field. Zidane noticed his gaze and said, "Don't worry, they are in hot form now. They will definitely win."

As Zidane said, Real Madrid is in hot form.

All the main players seemed to be holding their breath, and they pressed towards Levante's frontcourt with non-stop attack, as if to prove something.

In the 90 minutes of regular time, Real Madrid won the valuable three points in the league with a 7-1 victory. Kaka and Benzema scored two goals each, Bale also scored a goal in the final injury time, and Morata gave an assist.

Zidane had to stay for an interview after the game. Too many people were paying attention to Cristiano's injury, so he had to stay. Others simply missed the post-match interview and went directly to the hospital on the bus.

By the time the Real Madrid team arrived at the hospital, Cristiano was already fast asleep in the hospital ward.

"Someone has to stay and keep him company, right?" Ramos said after looking around. He pointed at his eyes. "After all, he has problems with his eyesight, so it's always inconvenient."

"I'll stay." Kaka said, in an unquestionable and resolute manner, with his eyes lowered and his face expressionless, but for some reason people dared not refute him.

Ramos paused. He wanted to say that as the captain of Real Madrid, he should stay, but since Kaka had spoken, he nodded and agreed: "Of course, you always live together, you must be more familiar with his needs."

Kaka responded without saying anything else, and just started to drive people away: "You guys go back and have a rest early, it's settled."

Ramos, Pepe and the others looked towards the bed again, but couldn't see anything, so they nodded: "That's it, we'll come back tomorrow."

"Okay." Kaka said and walked straight into the single room and closed the door.

Now the others could see nothing at all.

Marcelo touched the tip of his nose and said sullenly, "Kaka seems to be a little bit off."

"He's just in a bad mood. We all are." Pepe said, and he called to the others, "Okay, let's go back and have some rest. We'll come back to see him tomorrow. Chris always recovers quickly, so maybe he'll be back with us soon."

Ramos followed suit and took the players back to the hotel.

Lying on the guest bed in the hotel, Ramos couldn't help but think about today's game. They hadn't had a 7-1 victory like this for a long time, not to mention that Cristiano was injured at the beginning of the game.

Cristiano cheered them up. Ramos thought to himself.

He knew very clearly that it was Cristiano's persistence and stubbornness in pursuing victory in the game that prevented them from being demoralized by such setbacks, but instead made them fight more courageously.

His heart would still beat faster when he recalled the two goals and the bloody appearance of the opponent. He grabbed the pillow and pressed it against his head. He realized that perhaps they could no longer live without the Portuguese man.