You Asked Me to Be the Team Doctor, but I Built a Max-Level National Team

Su Cheng transmigrates into the role of a national football team doctor, with all his medical knowledge wiped clean and nothing left but a bottle of expired safflower oil.

System activated: absorb symptoms, store symptoms, transfer symptoms.

From then on, he becomes the “Living King of Hell” to every athlete. Treat his own players, and old injuries vanish in thirty minutes;

treat the opposition, and one look is enough to make them “unexpectedly” withdraw on the spot.

National team captain Bai Yang is diagnosed with a fatal heart condition. Routine checkups show all green, but stepping onto the pitch would be gambling with his life.

Su Cheng uses his hands to suppress the symptoms in three stages, dragging Bai Yang back from the gates of death.

With red eyes, Bai Yang says, “Doctor Su saved my life. From now on, he’s responsible for it.”

From the women’s table tennis team to the women’s volleyball team, from track and field to the national football team, everyone thinks he’s just a team doctor who knows how to give massages.

That is, until he takes the head coach’s seat and leads twenty-three players ravaged by injuries on an expedition to Tehran’s dreaded home stadium.

A hundred thousand fans jeer, the referee favors the opposition, and the other team offers a huge bounty for a win.

Su Cheng unscrews his thermos on the bench and says casually, “Let them shout. Once they’re tired, we’ll score.”

He conquers Asia’s most fearsome home stadium.

CCTV broadcasts the match live, and the whole country erupts.

The Football Association panics, the opposition cries, and the fans fall to their knees.

Savior of the national football team?

No, he’s just a “retired cadre” carrying a thermos. The gold medals are a bonus. The face-slapping is serious business.