Chang Cheng quickly rushed to Zhang Jie: "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

"Here." Zhang Jie pointed to the back of his right thigh.

"It's a muscle strain." The referee who followed him said to see Zhang Jie's appearance.

"It should be that it will be very troublesome if this kind of injury is not corrected." Mulin and Chang Cheng, who ran over with Chang Cheng, helped Zhang Jie up.

"Don't move first! We have a stretcher here!" a middle-aged man who looked like a teacher shouted. Then he turned around and shouted to the other two young men: "Go to the infirmary and get the stretcher!"

The two of them ran quickly to a room in the corner of the stadium, and soon took out a stretcher from the room. The two of them quickly ran to Zhang Jie and said breathlessly: "Come on it, lie down first!"

"Thank you!" Chang Cheng thanked the other party while helping Zhang Jie lie on the stretcher. Then he said to Mulin: "You lead the team back first, others need someone to lead the team. I will accompany Zhang Jie to the hospital."

"Okay." Mulin didn't bother to stop. Seeing Zhang Jie lying down, the two young men had already lifted him up and walked towards the room in the corner of the stadium. The middle-aged man took out an umbrella to help Zhang Jie beat him. He immediately turned around and gathered the other team members back to the bus. The whole team took the bus and left No. 4 Middle School.

"You have already called an ambulance, don't worry too much." The head coach of No. 4 Middle School also came over.

"Thank you!" At this time, Chang Cheng no longer knew how to express his gratitude in his heart, so he could only say thank you simply and repeatedly.

In the infirmary, the coach of No. 4 Middle School took out two new towels to dry the water on his head and body for Chang Cheng and Zhang Jie, and took out a dry jersey to change it for Zhang Jie. The middle-aged man began to check on Zhang Jie's injuries.

"Who is this?" Chang Cheng saw the middle-aged man gently pinching Zhang Jie's thigh, and was both worried and embarrassed to brush his kindness.

"This is our school doctor and our football team doctor. We have a good deal of dealing with this kind of injury." The head coach of No. 4 Middle School saw Chang Cheng's meaning and immediately explained.

The middle-aged man seemed to have a good idea. After a brief check, he said with certainty: "Muscle strain is not very serious, Xiao Sun! Take all the ice packs, bandages, and aerosol in the refrigerator."

The young man named Xiao Sun immediately brought everything from the other end of the room. The middle-aged man skillfully made a simple treatment for Zhang Jie. After the treatment, he let out a sigh and said to Zhang Jie: "Don't move around now, wait for the ambulance to take you to the hospital for detailed examination."

"Thank you, teacher." Zhang Jie's expression was no longer so painful, and he shyly thanked the middle-aged and those who helped him.

"This kid is completely different from the field. He is so fierce on the field, and he is so shy when he comes down." The head coach of No. 4 Middle School said with a smile.

"Yes, it caused us a lot of trouble." Another coach with a beard also smiled.

"Thank you." Chang Cheng stood up and thanked them again.

"Come on, if it weren't for this child, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you." The bearded coach didn't give him any face, and directly choked Chang Cheng and couldn't speak.

"How do you talk?" The head coach of No. 4 Middle School pulled a beard, and the bearded immediately did not dare to speak, so he found a chair and sat aside.

"I'm sorry. This guy is just a bastard. He just goes straight to everything and says whatever he sees." The head coach of No. 4 Middle School laughed.

Chang Cheng was so depressed that he was stabbing someone with a soft knife. The head coach of No. 4 Middle School is not a good deal.

"Why do you say that to coach Chang!" Chang Cheng didn't say anything. Zhang Jie was immediately dissatisfied when he heard the other party say that. Although he didn't quite understand why the other party said that to Chang Cheng. But in his opinion, anyone who says bad things about Chang Cheng will be classified as not a good person.

"Hey? Young man, he's quite a personality." The bearded laughed, "Do you know what we're talking about?"

Zhang Jie shook his head honestly, and then said firmly: "I don't know, but I know you are talking bad things about coaches."

"Don't talk nonsense, they didn't say bad things about the coach." Chang Cheng patted Zhang Jie on the head. But Zhang Jie still looked at the bearded man in a bad way.

At this time, a whimpering sound came from outside, and the ambulance had arrived at the stadium. Two medical staff entered the infirmary to inquire about the situation, and then put Zhang Jie on the stretcher taken down by the ambulance and carried out of the infirmary.

Chang Cheng also came out. At this time, the rain had stopped. The audience in the stadium had almost gone, and only some staff were left cleaning the garbage on the stadium.

Chang Cheng followed the ambulance and left in 4th Middle School. The game with 4th Middle School was for Chang Cheng and for all the coaches and players of Jiangcheng U15.

"He is still a good coach." The school doctor washed his hands, walked out, and locked the door of the infirmary.

"Why do you say that?" asked the bearded man strangely.

"Apart from other external factors, he can get the maintenance of the young players to prove that he is a good coach. And I have also heard from my teacher talk about him. My teacher said he is a very good person and worthy of handing over."

"Your teacher?"

"Professor of Sports Medicine, Mr. Qian." The middle-aged school doctor smiled.

"Old Qian?" Hearing Mr Qian's name, the head coach of No. 4 Middle School and the bearded coach involuntarily showed an expression of admiration.

"How could Mr. Qian know such a flattering guy? He still thinks he is a good person worthy of handing over?" asked the bearded man in confusion.

"I also want to know, I'll ask if I meet a teacher next time." The middle-aged school doctor also wants to know what kind of person this teacher thinks is.

"Old Qian? Why are you here?" Chang Cheng saw Mr Qian standing at the entrance of the hospital as soon as he got off the ambulance.

"Why am I here? I was in the clinic today. I heard that some players were injured in the game against No. 4 Middle School, so I'll wait for you here." Mr. Qian stepped forward and looked at Zhang Jie's injury on the stretcher. "It was handled well. Who handled it?"

"It was the help of the doctor in the No. 4 Middle School." Chang Cheng replied truthfully.

"Oh, no wonder, I forgot that he was in No. 4 Middle School." Mr. Qian's words made Chang Cheng confused and it was difficult to interrupt Mr. Qian's inspection.

After a check-up, Mr. Qian asked the medical staff to push Zhang Jie into the hospital for further examination.

After a series of examinations, Mr. Qian said to Zhang Jie's parents who rushed over: "It's nothing serious, it's just a strain, not serious. I prescribed some medicine for the child, applying one patch a day, two courses, and one course of seven days. After two courses, he recovered almost all. However," said Mr. Qian, "Don't train the game in the past two months, just do some simple upper limb strength training. Avoid straining again, which will be troublesome. You must wait until the child fully recovers before training the game. Don't do any psychotherapy such as minor injuries and not leaving the line of fire, which will break the child's football path."

"Don't worry, I won't do this, you should understand me." Chang Cheng also put a stone in his heart when he saw that Zhang Jie's injury was not a big problem.

"I feel at ease with you. Can you guarantee other coaches?" It seems that Mr. Qian still remembers Liao Chen's last incident.

"Don't worry, I will also ask other coaches." Chang Cheng gave Qian Lao a reassurance and also made a promise to Zhang Jie's parents.

Zhang Jie was injured, Jiangcheng U15 had only one full-time defensive midfielder. Without him, Jiangcheng U15's midfield hardness was much less. Now Chang Cheng is also starting to worry about this problem, and he has to think of a solution. Yang Zhi can also play the middle ground, but his defensive ability can only be considered average. His advantage is the ability to organize offense. If Yang Zhi focused all his energy on defense, the team's offense would be discounted. Originally, the team's offense was not too strong, so he would give it another discount, haha. Chang Cheng didn't want to think about it anymore.

Wu Qifan and Wang Feng have even worse defensive abilities, and they are both soft midfielders. Although they made great progress after Chang Cheng led the team, they still cannot stand alone. Otherwise, Zhang Jie would not have played the whole game without losing every game.

"Why would you like to push Liao Chen up and hit the back? Chen Wei plays the center back, and his central defender is also good. He is always playing before Liao Chen recovers from injury." Mulin raised his idea.

Liao Chen? Yes! Chang Cheng slapped his thigh: "Yes! Liao Chen's long pass skills are also good. I'll familiarize him with the position of the midfielder next week's training."

"I didn't expect that you, the wood, could think of a solution?" Zhang Jun couldn't help but criticize Mulin.

"That was told by Director Xu. He wanted Liao Chen to hit the back from the beginning." Mulin told the truth, he remembered the last time Xu Tao pointed at his nose and scolded.

"Ah? What Director Xu said?" Zhang Jun was stunned.

"Yes. That was when I first led the team last year, Liao Chen was in my team. Coach Xu told me that I had tried it, but the effect was not very good. Maybe I was not very familiar with him." Mulin did not say that he was scolded by Xu Tao. The fewer people knew about this, the better.

"That's it." Chang Cheng made the final decision.

After four days of training, Liao Chen did not do well in the position of the back midfield. Because Chang Cheng had extremely high requirements for the back midfield, not only had to have a large area of ​​activity and sweep the entire midfield, but also had a certain ability to organize offense. Liao Chen had the ability to organize offense, but his defense became a problem. He was used to the defensive way of the center back, and the defense method of the back midfield was completely different from the way he was used to. He always used the defensive way of playing center back to defend the midfield. The result was that he played in a mismatch position, and the team's defensive system was also affected. He was scored two goals in a team training match and lost to the substitute lineup for the first time.
Chapter completed!