You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 1082 The melancholy of civilized people

After the press conference was over, Mo Mengchen walked into the corridor in good order.

After walking a few steps, he felt a little unstable. He quickly supported the wall with his hands to control the center of gravity of his body. Anthony quickly came over to give him a hand: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Bitter Gourd still cares about me.

Frouses followed, held his hand, and asked, "Mo, can you play the sixth game?"

Anthony hesitated for a while, and then immediately heard that something was wrong, Mo Mengchen looked like this.
"What do you mean?" Anthony asked.

"If the team needs it, I can insist." Mo Mengchen smiled wryly, "Of course, it's best not to."

Anthony finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Dad, what's the matter with you?" Anthony asked.

"If I can't play the sixth game," Mo Mengchen straightened up and slowly let go of the hands placed on him by Anthony and Frauses, "What will you do?"

Even if Mo Mengchen didn't say it clearly, Anthony knew what was going on.

It must have been caused by the collision with Bowen.
"I will do my best and give everything to help the team end the series in Game [-]!" Anthony said solemnly.

Suddenly, Mo Mengchen remembered the finals in 1980, when the Lakers and the 76ers faced off in the finals. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar was injured and told the magician to wait until G7 before killing the opponent.

The magician told the sky hook to prepare to spray champagne, and then played the famous 42+15+7.

Can Anthony replicate the magician's miracles?
To be honest, Mo Mengchen didn't particularly trust Anthony.

After all, this is his first year as a starter, and he has never left his father and mother before.

But, so what?
If you don't give him a stage, he will never be able to prove himself.

Before entering the locker room, Mo Mengchen kept Anthony a secret.

Apart from him, so far, only Frauses, Hill and the team doctor know about it.

In order to avoid leaking the news, Piston blocked the news of Mo Mengchen's injury.

That night, Mo Mengchen went to St. Lucifer's Hospital alone in the name of being on the night shift.

Apart from the team members, the only people who knew about it were Noah Sievers and his intern Suzy Jacobson.

At 01:30 in the morning, Mo Mengchen arrived at St. Lucifer's Hospital, and under the arrangement of Jacques Bosen, he underwent an MRI examination.

After the test, he and Sievers returned to the office to wait for the results.

Having known Mo Mengchen for so many years, it was the first time Sivers saw him so taciturn.

Usually, even if he doesn't want to talk, he will find something to say. As long as he is with acquaintances, he will find ways to find fault with them.

After Sievers had a relationship with him, he thought that the situation would improve. As a result, this person not only did not repent, but also worsened. The most annoying thing was when he took off his clothes and fought on the bed. He would compare her to his heart's content How is it different from his wife's figure.

This guy who doesn't make people angry but is uncomfortable, now there is only silence left.

Sievers made him a cup of instant coffee.

Every time he came to St. Lucifer for the morning shift, he would make a cup of instant coffee, not because he liked it, but because the bitter coffee lifted him up.He takes one sip at a time and throws it out like trash.

"I'm not thirsty." Mo Mengchen said.

"It won't be a problem." Sievers said softly, "You take better care of your body than anyone else in this world, and it's the same this time."

For a man who has three ACL tears and is rated safe at 30 and 35 in his left and right knees, Seavers' consolation is weak.

Mo Mengchen's silence was not because of sadness, nor was he waiting for the results of the MRI like those condemned prisoners waiting to go to the execution ground.

He was thinking about things that had nothing to do with health.

How am I doing as a time traveler?
Mo Mengchen thought about this question carefully, and after much deliberation, he couldn't deny himself anyway, because he did a good job in every aspect.

It is not modest to say that he has done his best to make the projects he dabbled in the best.

Second question: is it worth it?
In order to achieve ten consecutive victories, he gave up a lot. Now he puts all his attention on the NBA, and even his concern for his family is decreasing.

He hadn't thought about it carefully, and he used to comfort himself with "I still have a lot of time until I complete my goal".

Now that he's injured, he has time to think about it.

Eight consecutive championships, nine consecutive championships, ten consecutive championships.

The record will always be there, and he has achieved the ultimate.

No matter how long it has passed, he and the Pistons will become the most memorable page in the long history of the NBA. Do they really need a record-breaking nine or even ten consecutive championships to prove themselves?

Even if he retires tonight, will he be ridiculed for creating a mythical seven consecutive championships in the modern NBA?
No, he's already a legend within a legend.

"Did Monica watch the game tonight?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Sievers didn't expect him to ask this question suddenly, and replied directly: "Of course, she is not only very interested in practicing medicine, but now she is also very interested in basketball, as expected."

"My daughter." She paused and said with a smile.

At this moment, Suzy Jacobsen knocked on the door and came in.

"Doctor Mo, the MRI results are back."

Su Xi handed over the result to Mo Mengchen, and before he saw it, she said: "Your luck is really great!"

Through the MRI photos, Mo Mengchen saw his meniscus.The last time he had an MRI was 11 years ago. He went to the hospital for a full-body examination in order to be selected by an NBA team.

The familiar and unfamiliar meniscus doesn't look like the health value is only 30.

Mo Mengchen believed that his meniscus was no different from those with full health, they were all like a crooked moon.

Su Xi said that Mo Mengchen’s good luck was not without reason. With his injury history, the injury caused by that level of collision turned out to be only a radial tear of the right knee meniscus.

This is the most common type of meniscal tear and shows up on an MRI as a tear-like tear in the middle of the meniscus.

These gaps are located in the avascular region of the meniscus, which has no blood supply, so these gaps have little ability to heal.So, when these gaps require surgery, the usual option is to trim the damaged portion of the meniscus.

Mo Mengchen's incision is very small, and he only needs to do a simple and convenient minimally invasive surgery. At that time, he can recover his sports ability after half a month's rest.

If he knew it was the result on the spot, he would be very happy.

Now, besides his peace of mind, he also felt a bit of unspeakable melancholy.

"Doctor Mo, do you want to arrange an operation for you immediately?" Su Xi asked.

"No rush." ​​Mo Mengchen said, "Please inform the team of this news, there are many people waiting for the result."

Su Xi left the office.

"Why wasn't surgery done immediately?" Sievers asked.

"Because the game is not over yet."

"Are you crazy?" Sievers asked nervously. "Do you want to play injured?"

"If it is not forced, no one will be a hero." Mo Mengchen stood up, felt a tingling pain in his right knee, and then took a step forward, the tingling still felt.

This pain will continue forever.

He could obviously change to an ugly but comfortable way of walking. In order to maintain his own image, or that bit of insignificant dignity, he chose a painful way of walking.

He straightened up like a soldier, trying to make people believe that he was fine, and his tense expression and trembling eyes revealed his true feelings.

"I will send you back."

Sievers said suddenly.

Mo Mengchen's door was on the doorknob, he turned his head and smiled and said, "I won't bother you with this kind of rough work."

"It's so late, who will take you home?"

"Of course it's the servant who is in charge of rough work."

servant?Sievers didn't think that Mo Mengchen would call his driver that. Although the man's pretense like the wind syndrome had entered the advanced stage, his condition should not be so serious.

Since he was sent by someone, Sievers couldn't say anything. She didn't want to let Mo Mengchen walk to the parking lot with one foot. The hospital will be smashed by raging Detroiters tomorrow morning.

Thinking of this, Sievers decided to give Dr. Mo a ride.

Not only was Mo Mengchen not moved by Sievers' dedication, but he was also a little unhappy. Doesn't it make him look weak?Thinking that he is a dignified Dor.Mo, the shadow that covers the alliance, the devil who rules the Motor City, the superstar of the era who dares not to obey, and he is reduced to the point where he is sent to the parking lot by a woman holding hands?

"Why so slow?"

Seeing Mo Mengchen, Hill took off the black hood that was suspected of being used by terrorists, and let out a sharp breath.

Although Sievers doesn't watch football, she knows Hill at least. She suppressed a smile and asked, "Doctor Mo, is this your so-called servant?"

"What?" Devil Mountain's mouth twitched, "What did he say about me?"

Sievers didn't know the friendship between Mo Mengchen and Hill, seeing Devil Mountain's expression changed drastically, he thought he was really angry, and quickly explained: "It's nothing, I was joking, Doctor Mo didn't say that."

"Madam, thank you for sending this bastard here. You have nothing to do here. We will take care of the two of us. Please leave immediately so as not to hurt innocent people." Hill joked seriously.

Sievers said goodbye to them, turning his head as he walked.

When Sievers walked away, Hill said angrily: "You actually called me a servant?"

"The night is so beautiful tonight, Grant, would you like to have a midnight snack together?"

"You fucking don't change the subject!"

"They are all civilized people, can you stop swearing?"

"Are you fucking civilized?"

Hill really wasn't my fault, believe it or not.

(End of this chapter)