You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 103
Dumas remained silent, and he didn't expect Mo Mengchen to talk to these big shots so soon.

The strangest thing was that a small character like him would usually be nervous in front of a big boss, but he acted very sophisticated, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Didn't come?" Jordan said, "Shouldn't it be, isn't Breadcrumbs boasting its ability to read people?"

Mo Mengchen roughly knew what Jordan wanted to do, he just found an excuse to spray Jerry Krause.

As a Bird fan, he is also very familiar with Jordan, because Jordan's era just connected with Bird's era.

The grievances between Jordan and Klaus have a long history, dating back to the 86 season, when he missed most of the season due to injury.

At that time, Klaus took office as a new official, and Jordan wanted to come back after he recovered from his injury. Klaus disagreed, and finally complained to the boss.

Jordan subtly persuaded the other Jerry, but also because of this incident, he had a grudge against Klaus. This small grudge turned into an irreconcilable conflict in the subsequent frictions.

"He has a really good eye."

Mo Mengchen didn't follow Jordan's intention. He turned his eyes to Pippen and said, "Not everyone can catch Scott at a glance."

"Hmph, even if Charles hits a few balls with golf clubs, what's that?" After Jordan finished speaking, Barkley couldn't sit still.

The chubby face was only angry at the moment: "Damn it, can you stop talking about me?"

"Anyone who's ever seen you play golf knows what I'm talking about," Jordan said flatly.

Barkley said angrily: "The doctor said, I am mentally ill!"

Jordan said: "It's interesting that you didn't have the disease until you saw the doctor."

Barkley used to be very good at golf. In Jordan's words, "he played pretty well." He was friends with Jordan and Tiger Woods.

Later, in order to play better, he invited a golf coach. The coach told him to pause before swinging, which would be more accurate, so the tragedy happened.

Barkley seems to be poisoned, and he can no longer play golf well. Every time he swings, it's like Chuck Hayes' free throw. Pause motion of diabetes insipidus.

Not only was the move comical, it ruined Barkley's enjoyment of golf because he could never hit the ball again.

Before he was able to hit the ball, but now, he's [-] empty shots out of [-] swings.

Even Tiger Woods privately asked him not to publicize that he had taught Barkley how to play golf, because it would damage his reputation and image.

For the gods in the golf field to condescend to speak so much, it can be seen how bad Barkley's golf skills have become.

"It's a pity that you didn't come to Chicago for trial training." Jordan said lightly.

Yes, it's a good thing I didn't go, otherwise wouldn't my story become a reprint of "The Legend of the Bull"?I don't want to be traded for fun and then win a title with regrets in cold Minnesota.

"It's nothing to be sorry about. I believe that what's happening in front of me is the best arrangement." Mo Mengchen said.

"Yes, Michael, you don't come here, the doctor is doing well in Detroit." Dumars couldn't watch Jordan poach someone face to face like this, although they were very good friends.

Ewing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Since you are a doctor, can I ask you to look at it for me?"

"No problem." Mo Mengchen said.

Ewing stretched out his leg and said: "After the game, my knee will be sore for a while, but it doesn't last long."

"This shows that your sports recovery is not doing well, and your body is reminding you that you need better post-match recovery training."

"Resume training after the game?"

Some of you here know the concept, and some of you are like discovering a new world.

"You can do quiet squats, which can prevent knee wear, especially after a game and before going to bed."

After all, Mo Mengchen did a standard squat in front of Ewing.

"Do you do it every night?" Dumas asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "Of course, my knees are older than all of you combined. I have to do more."

Anyone who is familiar with Mo Mengchen's injury history knows what this sentence means.

"I don't see the need for this. You doctors just like to magnify small things." Barkley seems to have some prejudice against the profession of doctors.

Mo Mengchen asked with scrutiny, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Barkley felt that under Mo Mengchen's gaze, he couldn't hide any inner voice. These eyes were full of warmth, making it hard to look at.

His eyes dodged for a moment, and he said, "This...I feel like I'm healthy."

Mo Mengchen didn't believe that Barkley was healthy. When he first entered the league, he was the weight of a center, the height of a guard, and the speed of a forward. He was unbeatable. Now that he is older, he is basically fixed at the fourth position. , the famous stinky mouth not only sprays feces quantitatively every day, but also can't control it. He drinks heavily and eats meat, and his body shape is not well managed.

If you can't manage your body shape well, you can't see any problems when you are young. Now that you are older, some problems will naturally emerge.

"Let's go, the doctor is going to see a doctor." Miller booed.

Mo Mengchen felt that he was more annoying than when he was in the game, no, he was not so cheap in the game, it was just a smelly mouth and dirty hands, now he is completely a bitch.

"What do you want to do?" Barkley was nervous.

"In St. Lucifer, many patients hope that I will choose them as my patients in their dreams, because they know that I am the best doctor in the world. Now I am willing to help you with a simple examination for free, if you don't want to"

Mo Mengchen said that he was about to walk away.

Buckley's big fat hand suddenly grabbed Mo Mengchen's small arm: "Look! You can look at it any way you want! Do you need me to take off my underwear?"

"No, I just need you to shut up when you should."

Speaking of this, Mo Mengchen raised Barkley's left leg.

This is a majestic leg, especially the thigh, which is full of muscles. It is completely conceivable that this fat man has a super invincible big butt that makes countless people have nightmares at night.

Barkley's lower body strength is unimaginably strong, just think about his official height and Jordan, the actual height may not be as good as Jordan, but in the most profound period of inside talent in NBA history, he dominated the offensive end while dominating the rebound , you should know how terrifying his power is.

Mo Mengchen pressed his thigh lightly and found it was very stiff.

It can be seen from this that this fat man usually doesn't pay attention to recovery training at all.

"How about it?"

Mo Mengchen checked from the thigh to the calf. Those who knew him knew that he was a doctor, but those who didn't know thought it was an Asian male technician who was in charge of providing special services for Duis.

"I will say that you have a lot of problems."

"Then tell me the most important thing."

"Your self-control needs to be improved."

Jordan laughed: "If this fat pig can improve self-control, I'll eat all the cigars in this box!"

"Go away!" Barkley said angrily.

Mo Mengchen knew it was useless, but he still told Barkley a few solutions.

To Buckley, his words sounded like those students who don't like English class. You think he listens very carefully, but he really doesn't know what the teacher is talking about.

What rest braking, what compression bandaging, what raising the affected limb, what calf muscle foam roller relaxation, what tibialis anterior muscle activation, what soleus muscle stretching
Mo Mengchen talked for a few minutes, until he said ice compress, Buckley nodded with a blushing face.

Damn, I finally understand a word!
"You are undoubtedly a wonderful flower in the history of the NBA, but it's a pity that you don't know how to take care of it at all." Mo Mengchen said, "If you have an excellent doctor like me as your personal doctor, your career will be extended for many years. Pity."

Barkley is very good at capturing the key points, and he grasped the elements at once: "Then why don't you be my personal doctor?"

"Chuck, I'm afraid you can't afford him."

Dumas is also tired, why bring a little brother to see the world, and these old hooligans are all thinking of poaching?

"What?" Buckley stared, "You think I can't afford him?"

Dumas held back for a long time, and couldn't help but come out to attack people.

"If nothing else, let's start with the little things. What hotel did you stay in when you came to San Antonio?" Dumas asked.

Barkley said proudly: "I'm not like you fucking country bumpkins who don't know how to enjoy themselves. I live in Contenton!"

"Oh? Is that where humans live?"

Dumas's words were extremely harsh to the others.

Almost there, Contenton!
Everyone's eyes were extremely hot, and Dumas said fearlessly, "We are staying at the Emmanuelle Royal Hotel."

"It's a fucking waste, isn't it?"

"Do you have so much money that you have nowhere to put it?"

"Isn't it just to play an All-Star game? As for this?"

"It really is a country bumpkin from Detroit!"

The All-Stars in the East and West wailed, not because they couldn't afford to live in the Emmanuel Royal Hotel, but because they didn't need it.

Now I saw a group of people who didn’t play their cards according to the routine and secretly stayed in the Emmanuel Royal Hotel. You can just stay in secretly, why do you want to show it off?

"Is this true?" Barkley swallowed hard.

"It's true," Mo Mengchen said, "but it's not as expensive as you think. I have Emmanuel's gold card, and I can stay for free."

"what!!!?"

　Thank you sevenTen for your reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)