You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 1027 An Enthusiastic Rookie

Chapter [-] The Enthusiastic Rookie
Mo Mengchen struggled to get up from the bed, people tend to get older and sleep less, but he was the opposite.

When I get older, it is difficult to get up on time according to the previous routine.

He kicked off the quilt, folded the quilt again, and left the dormitory. He checked the time: 7:41.

He slept an extra 41 minutes today, but he still felt a little sleepy, so he glanced at the schedule again.

Surgery in the morning, training in the afternoon, and competition in the evening.

Well, with such a solid plan, my life is full of meaning-quickly let me die.

Negative emotions only stayed in his mind for a moment. He has lived this kind of life for more than ten years and has long been used to it.

He washed first, then had breakfast, walked around, and went to the hospital.

The number of times he comes to the hospital is less and less. Because of his existence, St. Lucifer is already the most famous hospital in Detroit. There are many excellent surgeons, but no matter how many surgeons there are, their reputation is not as good as 100% doctors Reassure the patient.

Although Mo Mengchen is no longer a 100% doctor who never fails, he has made an indelible contribution to the development of St. Lucifer Hospital.

In the past, for attribute points, he would ask the hospital to arrange surgery in the morning whenever he was free.

Now he doesn't come to the hospital very much even if he is free, unless it is the day of the operation.

He turned around and walked outside Sievers' office without knowing it.

Sievers is not only the general manager, but also the deputy director of St. Lucifer Hospital. When Martin Pinger retires, she is the popular candidate for the director.

Mo Mengchen knocked on the door several times regularly.

"Please come in."

"You're late," Sievers said.

"I'm sorry, men are never as enthusiastic as women when it comes to boring things." Mo Mengchen walked to the cabinet next to him, took out a bag of instant coffee, filled it with water to heat it, and took out his exclusive cup.

"How have you been lately?" Sievers asked.

She was used to Mo Mengchen speaking with a gun and a stick, even if their relationship became ambiguous, even if she gave birth to a daughter for this bastard, this would not change.

Sometimes she really wonders, does he treat everyone like this, or does he treat everyone differently?
"I can still stand here very energetically, ignoring the crow's feet on your face, do you think I'm okay?" Mo Mengchen opened the bag of instant coffee and poured it in.

Several wrinkles formed at the corners of Sievers' eyes.

Sievers is 2 years older than Mo Mengchen, but white people always age quickly, even if she takes care of it, the years still leave marks on her face.

Women who are becoming more and more charming like Ephraim are rare, let alone whites, and all races combined are extremely rare.

"If you have time, go see Monica more," Sievers said. "She's always talking about you."

Holding a cup of instant coffee, Mo Mengchen asked, "There are seven days in a week, and I'm not in Detroit for about two or three days. I visit her once or twice a week."

"Why can't it be increased to three or four times?"

"I'll try my best." Mo Mengchen took a sip of the instant coffee lightly, the bitter taste refreshed him a lot.

The familiar taste is always so unforgettable.

After only one sip, Mo Mengchen poured it out.

Instant coffee is Sievers' favorite drink when he is in office. Even if he kills Hilmo Mochen, he doesn't know what's good about this stuff. It's not healthy or nutritious. It's useless except for the bitterness that makes people feel refreshed. If you drink too much, your teeth will be stained yellow. In severe cases, you may have bad breath.

Every time he was sleepy, he would come here to take a sip and then pour it out.

"If you don't want to drink, you can give me a drink."

Want to kiss indirectly with me?Why not be more direct?
Mo Mengchen pointed to his own face: "Look at my bitter face, it is enough to prove that I have drunk."

"Yeah, just took a sip and then poured it out." Sievers said, standing up. "Don't you know it's shameful to waste it, Doctor Mo?"

Mo Mengchen put the cup on the table, and said forcefully: "If the world will be destroyed because I wasted a cup of coffee that is too bitter to swallow, my behavior is really shameful." If the world is really so stingy If so, let it be destroyed.

Looking closer, although Sievers's appearance has deteriorated, he can still achieve the beauty of his peak through exquisite makeup.

Makeup is really a magical science.

Mo Mengchen flicked his bangs, "If there's nothing else, I'm going to have an operation."

"The operation time is nine o'clock, and there is still half an hour." Sievers reminded.

Wouldn't it be nice for someone to comfort the patient before the operation, so that he can relax about the operation, and I will definitely let him wake up safe and sound?
Well, I'm not that kind.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Sievers put down the document and smiled softly: "Doctor Mo, please lock the door first, and we'll talk slowly."

Mo Mengchen looked at her with a half-smile: "Is there still time for me to run?"

"Unless you're going to 'talk' about it in your office." Sievers stood up, bent slightly, his cool-colored suit slid down slightly, showing the beautiful view of the center, "I have no objection."

Great, the reality version of "Night XXX" will be staged again at the best hospital in Detroit - St. Lucifer Medical Center.

in the afternoon
Mo Mengchen attended team training on time.

Five games have been played so far this season, and the Pistons' record is four wins and one loss.

Among the four opponents to win, there are fringe teams like the Hornets pursuing the playoffs, as well as rivals and championship contenders like the Lakers who need to go all out. Similarly, of course, there are also big players like the Grizzlies and Jazz.

In the losing game, the opponent was also the mortal enemy.

The Philadelphia 76ers from the East.

Today's 76ers are still Duncan and Iverson's team.

Since the two joined together four years ago, the 76ers have entered the second period of prosperity in team history. They have reached the conference finals three times in four years, all of which were lost to the Pistons.

Both Iverson and Duncan are not young anymore. One is 30 years old and the other is 29 years old. Their good years have passed away, and there are only a few years left in their prime time to pursue the championship.

If they can't succeed, they will become tragic heroes like Malone and Elgin Baylor.

Even if they become such people, there is no need to be sad, because there are too many tragic superstars at the same time.

The battle to defeat the Pistons was mainly because Duncan was unstoppable inside.

The performance of 37 points, 15 rebounds and 6 blocks dominated the three-second zone, and Curry was in a foul crisis less than halftime, and the swing to the power forward made Gerrard doubt his life.

The Pistons' first defeat of the season was completely expected.

Tonight, they will usher in their sixth opponent of the season - the Cleveland Cavaliers.

Affected by the butterfly effect of the traverser, the fate of the knight has completely changed.

The king of Akron, the little emperor James is now sitting on the Iron Throne of Apolis, being hailed as the second wolf king, and he is assisted by giant crocodiles like O'Neill who still have power.

Where's the knight?They didn't get a historical superstar similar to James.

But under the leadership of Ricky Davis and Ben Wallace in the past few years, they have been a strong team in the Eastern Conference that can reach the playoffs every year. A weakened version of Boom Piston.

During the offseason last year, Steve Nash, the son of the wind who was abandoned by the Mavericks, chose to join, making up for the biggest shortcoming of the Cavaliers.

It seems that Nash, who has passed his peak and should consider retiring after playing for a few more years, actually had a second spring in Cleveland. Not only did he lead the Cavaliers to play the best offensive efficiency in the league, he also eliminated the Knicks led by Penny Hardaway in the first round of the playoffs. Si, avenged the year before last, and lost six games to the Pistons in the semifinals.

The combination of Nash and Davis is called a weakened version of Momongchen and Hill.

The Cavaliers should not be underestimated. Davis is no longer the little brother who was saddled in the past. He is the only star in the Eastern Conference.

"The Cavaliers are coming tonight. We all know that they are a top team in the Eastern Conference." Frouses stood on the court at the Henry Ford Training Center and said, "They not only have our old friend Ricky, but also the big Ben, Steve Nash was a good star guard as well."

At the same time, he is also a Canadian dirty guy who licks his hands, feet, soles and tongue, and has very bad hygiene habits.

Every time he played against Nash, Mo Mengchen would make other players switch defenses.

For no other reason, he just simply couldn't bear Nash's operation of "wiping the soles of his shoes with his hands, and then sticking out his tongue to lick the palm of his hand that had just wiped the soles".

"We don't practice strength today, save your strength for the people of Cleveland."

After speaking, Frouses let everyone dismiss.

Mo Mengchen patted the ball, ready for shooting practice.

The only rookie on this year's team, Martel Webster, eagerly asked, "Dad, do you need a hand?"

"I just need a caddy to pass the ball." Mo Mengchen said.

"I am willing to help you." Webster saluted like a mercenary in a fantasy novel, and offered to show Mo Mengchen his bald head.

His dreadlocks have been completely shaved, as Mo Mengchen said, he looks ugly with bangs, but when he shaved his head bald, the instigator of this incident——Dor. The one who understands himself is always himself. Although dreadlocks don't match Webster, they look much better than bald heads.

Poor kid, he is obviously in his early 20s, with a bald head and this old face, just like a 40-year-old veteran.

There was no trace of remorse in Mo Mengchen's heart, he really asked Webster to help him pick up/pass the ball.

His shooting touch is not very good today, Webster was enthusiastic enough, running around, running around, he can definitely be called a qualified caddy.

"Didn't you tell the rookie that father wouldn't be kind to him even if he was as eager as a border collie?" asked Magloire.

Everyone shook their heads.

Since he doesn't know, let him continue not knowing, it's not a bad thing anyway.

(End of this chapter)