You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 241 Angel
"Snapped!"

At the end of the game, Hill walked up to Mo Mengchen, and the two completed a high-five.

"You don't have much strength in your hands, are you exhausted?" Hill asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen said: "No, it's because your feet are frivolous and weak. It may be that the injury has worsened. Hurry up and check it out, and be careful of broken bones."

"How could you do this and curse me?"

"I'm a doctor, of course I have to make the worst assessment."

"It used to be."

"And now."

"part-time."

"so what?"

It is gratifying to be able to win three consecutive victories in Salt Lake City, but Hill's sprain is indeed a cold sweat.

"Grant has gone to a nearby hospital for an examination, and the results will be available soon."

After the game, Collins and David Wise went to a nearby hospital for an examination with Hill, and the players took the bus back to the hotel.

The locker room was almost gone, but Barkley was still here.

Mo Mengchen came out of the shower, changed his clothes, and said, "Do you want to spend the night here?"

"Yeah," Barkley glanced for a long time, "but I haven't found a bed that suits me, so I can only go back."

Mo Mengchen also sat down: "Still angry?"

"I can't help but wonder if the decision to join the Pistons is correct, maybe Houston is more suitable for me." Barkley said.

Although Barkley is not as cautious as O'Neal, if there is an awkward situation, it will also hurt the team's chemical reaction, and some problems must always be resolved.

It's better to catch up sooner than later, right now.

"I didn't invite you back then, nor did I reject you. All of this is your own decision." Mo Mengchen said, "I was worried about what happened today."

Barkley was still sitting, waiting for Mo Mengchen to continue. He is a star and a superstar. At his peak, he was a top three superstar in the league. In this team, no one has a bigger position than him.

But Mo Mengchen didn't give him any face, and scolded him severely in front of the whole team.

Mo Mengchen continued: "We don't need Charles Barkley who averages 20+10 per game. I should have told you earlier. Maybe this is not what you expected."

"Damn, do you know what you're talking about? Don't need 20+10 me?" Barkley's hairless head seemed to be on fire. "Don't you know that I can play in every Win 20+10 tonight?"

"I know," Mo Mengchen turned his gaze back to Barkley, "but what did this bring you? Do you have a championship?"

Damn champion!
"You have to tell me this? Make it as if you have it!" Barkley said angrily.

Mo Mengchen smiled, a natural kind of smile, a kind of smile that can adjust the atmosphere and make people relax. Barkley can understand this smile from many angles, except for one kind - not ridicule, no.

"I don't have one yet, but there will be in the future."

When he said this, Mo Mengchen's tone was firm, and his eyes sparkled with fire. Barkley could almost see the scene of this man holding up the trophy that he was fascinated by in these bright eyes that he couldn't look directly at.

He can do it.

No basis, that's what Barkley thought.

"You said you don't need a Charles Barkley who averaged 20+10 per game, maybe, but a great player like me always has diversity, but you said, what kind of Charles Barkley do you need?"

The fat man asked arrogantly.

"Like the second half," Mo Mengchen said, "rebound like Rodman, stop all the penetrators like a clean-loving defender, do everything like there is no tomorrow, lead us like a big brother, You did it in the second half."

"If you can do it once, you can do it twice. We need Barkley like this. If you can do it every day, then I think," Mo Mengchen said movingly, "we can hit the championship now."

Barkley stared at the young man who was a round younger than him in front of him, and a strange feeling grew in his heart.

It is a mission and a responsibility.

As the person with the deepest qualifications and the most honors in the team, he should stand at the front and set an example. He is not a star who averages 20+10 points per game, but does the dirty work and makes other young people in the team shine. Behind the scenes of the gifted light.

"I can try it," Barkley said.

"Before that, you have to lose weight first." Mo Mengchen naturally reached out and patted his belly.

Buckley laughed out loud.

"Are we all right now?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Buckley laughed and said, "What can be the matter? But I have to say yes first. If you want to call me a softie next time, I will definitely beat you up!"

"I can't guarantee that because if you make the same mistake as tonight, we need someone to step up and tell you what was wrong."

"Grant is not suitable for doing this, the coach won't do it, only me, Chuck." Mo Mengchen said lightly, "Only I can do this."

Mo Mengchen put on his backpack and prepared to leave: "I heard that there have been a lot of perverted Mormon gays haunting recently, and they especially like men with your physique. If you want to stay here, I will not accompany you."

The fat man suddenly felt his ass light up, and caught up with something: "Oh, wait for me!"

Barnes Hospital

Hill finished the examination and left with Collins, because he really didn't think there was a problem.

Team doctor David Wise stayed in the hospital to wait for the test results.

"David, this is Grant Hill's inspection report." The hospital handed him the inspection results.

Wise has a lot of experience. He has seen hundreds if not thousands of inspections over the years, so he knows where the key points are.

He flipped over quickly.

"No structural damage."

"No local damage."

"If there are no symptoms of soreness."

"The ligaments in the left ankle are suspected to be worn out, and it is recommended to be included in the daily inspection list."

Seeing this inspection report, the team doctor couldn't help but lament that the team had many disasters this season. They didn't blow themselves up. They were united at the last moment of the season and prepared to hit the playoffs. No big injury, but without Hill at this juncture, the team will be in a very difficult situation.

Wise returned to the hotel and handed the report to Collins.

"what do you mean?"

Collins narrowed his eyes and looked at Wise seriously.

"Any doctor would advise Grant to truce. Although there is no clear diagnosis, once this suspected injury intensifies, the consequences will be disastrous."

That was not what Collins wanted to hear.

He's thinking about the playoffs, if Hill sits out at this juncture
Collins dug up the rest of the schedule.

"Damn it!" Collins said, "We can't lose Grant now!"

Wise said: "Grant decides whether to play or not. We have to tell him the truth."

"We'll wait until tomorrow to talk about that." Collins looked gloomy.

After Wise left, Collins thought about his future.

What he has to do now is to lead the team to achieve results in the rest of the season, and this result will become his vote for the next job.

If it is reported that Hill is injured at this time, what will the media say?How much impact will it bring to the team?

Thinking of what Mo Mengchen did to Barkley in the locker room tonight
At that time, Hill will not come out to warm up the game.

The next day, before the Pistons left Utah, Wise informed Hill of the test results.

Collins then called Hill to his room.

"Grant, how did you sleep last night?" Collins asked with a smile.

Hill said: "Very good, I had a sweet dream."

"Then, you must know about the inspection report, right?"

"Yes, David told me earlier."

"Does anyone else know?"

"No, only I know at the moment."

Collins' face changed slightly, showing embarrassment. Every coach is a qualified actor: "Grant, you know the situation of the team."

"I know, we are in good shape." Hill said.

"Then do you know how important you are to us?" Collins said, "You saw it in the locker room yesterday. When Mo got mad, no one could stop him, only you."

"You are our leader, we can't do without you, alas"

Collins sighed, as if life had lost hope.

"Coach, I can insist. I have no problem. Since it is a suspected injury, it is not necessarily an injury." Hill said, "I will not leave the team at this time."

"But."

"Don't worry, I will pay attention to propriety."

Collins suddenly realized how stupid it was for him to have conflicts with Hill. What a talkative guy is this?
Compared with Mo Mengchen, he is an angel.

No, compared to Mo Mengchen, anyone is a bit like an angel, as long as they stand by his side.

"Also." Xier only had determination, he had to keep this little secret.

Collins smiled hypocritically, and he was still embarrassed. He was obviously cheering and jumping in his heart, and he didn't think about the consequences of Hill's playing like this.

"You know we haven't been good in public opinion recently." Collins said helplessly, "The media always likes to provoke, they want us to collapse all the time, they thought the Pistons were the original bad boy army, but in fact we have changed a long time ago. "

Hill remained silent, waiting for Collins to finish.

"We've become like this because of the damn media." Collins said to the point, "Grant, this is a big deal."

There was no change on Hill's face, he said slowly: "Please rest assured, no fourth person will know about this."

This is an angel, this is it!
Collins stood up and held Hill's hand gratefully: "Sorry, Grant, I'm really sorry for some mistakes I made before."

"I was wrong too, Coach."

Hill suddenly felt that Collins was also difficult to do, and thought nothing else.

"Get ready, we're going home," Collins said with a smile.

"Yes."

Duke's top student walks out of the room with no distractions.

(End of this chapter)