You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 27 Strange Logical Thinking
"Mo, No. 9 has already been chosen."

Warehouse manager Olier said in embarrassment.

"Who chose?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Lynch Hunter, his original jersey was No. 1, and he suddenly told me to change to No. 9 a while ago." Olliton paused, and then said, "Do you want to change the number?"

"No, I'll deal with it with him."

Now, halfway through July, Mo Mengchen also has a whole summer offseason.

He doesn't have a clear plan yet.

Plan 1: Try to think of those popular foreign songs in the previous life as much as possible, and let yourself become a singer first.

Although this matter is not necessary, as a singer, you should also be able to get some attribute points.

For Mo Mengchen, these are all for basketball.

He needs more attribute points, training alone is too slow.

Then he has to hire the TSBK training team again, this time it is no longer a short-term hire, he wants this team for his own use.

The more he thought about it, the more confused Mo Mengchen's mind became.

After finishing these things, he headed to the garage and drove home.

Garryton Apartments

Mo Mengchen opened the door of Room 250, ready to cook something delicious. While cutting the meat, he played the voice message.

"Mo, the sneakers are designed and I've emailed you the photos."

"Caron Insurance, you deserve it"

"Mo, sorry to bother you, my name is Noah Sievers, the person in charge of St. Lucifer's Hospital."

Mo Mengchen raised his head.

St. Lucifer's Hospital?

He had never heard of the name of this hospital, but what did the hospital ask him for?He is not a patient, nor a doctor, nor a practitioner.

Mo Mengchen put white flour on the cut meat and stirred gently.

Then he called back.

"Hello, Mr. Mo."

Mo Mengchen said straight to the point: "Sorry, I don't want to beat around the bush, what do you want me to do?"

"I'm afraid I can't explain this matter clearly on the phone. How about you book a place and let's meet up?"

Mo Mengchen opened the curtain and saw a ramen shop downstairs.

"Did you know that there is a ramen restaurant downstairs in Garleton's apartment?"

The other party didn't expect Mo Mengchen to be so casual.

"I know."

"I'll wait for you there."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Mengchen realized that he forgot to ask the other party's name.

Looking at the half-done dinner, Mo Mengchen felt a little regretful. He put the freshly stirred raw meat into the refrigerator, then went to take a shower, dressed up a bit, and went out.

On the way, Mo Mengchen was thinking about the purpose of the other party looking for him.

He is no longer a doctor now, and he will not be a doctor in the future. Since the other party is the person in charge of the hospital, it must be something related to the hospital to find him.

Mo Mengchen had just arrived, and thought he would have to wait for a while, but the other party acted vigorously, he arrived at the front, and she also came to the store behind.

"Doctor Mo, your eyes are bigger than what you see on TV."

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand, wanting to shake Mo Mengchen's hand in a polite handshake.

Mo Mengchen looked at her—a head of fiery red long hair representing heat and passion, and her facial features didn't look special, but when they were combined in this way, a smile gradually appeared, and there was a strange sense of beauty.

"I'm not a doctor anymore."

After all, Mo Mengchen held the opponent's hand without any difficulty.

Then he did something maddening.

Right in front of the other party, he picked up the tissue provided by the restaurant and repeatedly wiped the hand that he had just shaken.

It's as if he's the only one on this planet who pays attention to hygiene.

His operation made the other party very embarrassed.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Noah Sievers." She controlled her emotions well, "Dr. Mo, I have been famous for you for a long time."

"Again, I'm not a doctor."

Mo Mengchen opened the menu, "What would you like to eat?"

"Go ahead," Sievers laughed.

Mo Mengchen called the waiter, ordered some favorite food, and then said: "You probably didn't come here to watch me order, so just tell me what you want."

What should I do with such an incomprehensible man?

Sievers thought she was quite pretty, and when most men saw her, not to mention staring blankly, they would at least linger on her for half a minute, right?The guy gave her one look the whole time.
"Mr. Mo, I read your resume and heard your story. I admire you very much."

"Ah."

Sievers continued: "You have become the most important surgeon at the Mayo Center at a young age. Some people say that your departure means that Michael Jordan in the medical field will retire early. I deeply agree."

"I understand your regret."

Mo Mengchen poured himself a glass of water, and didn't know how to put women first, and didn't consider Sievers at all. After pouring the water, he picked up a paper towel and wiped the left, right, up and down of the water glass endlessly.

This man doesn't really think that he is the only one who cares about hygiene in this world, does he?

Sievers is angry and funny, and he is too immodest, what do you mean by understanding?
"You completed nearly [-] operations in one year and three months at the Mayo Center, and none of them failed. Mr. Mo, your departure is a great loss to the medical community."

This guy can be regarded as cleaning the water glass - isn't he already clean?

He picked up the water glass and said, "I agree."

"Therefore, on behalf of St. Lucifer Hospital, I extend an invitation to you."

After all, Sievers took out the recruitment contract she had prepared.

At this time, the waiter brought the ramen.

Mo Mengchen put aside the fork provided by the restaurant and took out the tableware he brought.

"You should know that I can't accept it. I have signed with the Pistons. I am now a real NBA player. It is impossible to be a doctor anymore."

Mo Mengchen also misses the days in the hospital, wouldn't it be nice to earn attribute points for surgery every day?But there is always a trade-off in everything. It is impossible for him to become a doctor for attribute points. If he can't play games, what is the use of more attribute points?
"Haven't you thought about the possibility of being an NBA player and being a doctor at the same time?"

Finally got to the point.

Mo Mengchen raised his head and asked, "How is it possible?"

"We are a private hospital, which was built just a few months ago, which means we have privileges that public hospitals don't have, for example, we don't need full-time doctors."

Sievers said: "Mo, your talent, your reputation in the industry, and the team you play for require you to be a real doctor. I don't think there is anything like an NBA player playing a great game at the same time. It's more fun to fight death in a hospital."

"Don't you want to leave your mark in this era like Dr. J?"

Sievers' words finally moved Mo Mengchen.

He took the recruitment contract and read it carefully.

The position offered by St. Lucifer's Hospital, like the title of chancellor emeritus offered by some universities to famous people, is fictional, but interestingly, it is not entirely fictional.

In St. Lucifer, Mo Mengchen can participate in the emergency department, select patients, and have time that other doctors do not have.

He doesn't have to go to the hospital to work on time every day, he just needs to go there when he has time to see if there are any cases he is interested in, and his salary is calculated according to the number of operations he has performed.

This perfectly fit Mo Mengchen's needs.

"I haven't picked up a scalpel for four months." Mo Mengchen said.

"Mr. Mo, I've seen the news about you saving lives at the airport. You still have the skills and qualities of a top doctor. It's not bad for you, the hospital, or the Pistons."

Sievers winked at Momong Chenfei: "They want a player with a positive image, and it won't affect your game."

It really won't affect it.

Mo Mengchen was very moved, but he couldn't make this decision by himself.

This needs to be discussed with the team, as well as with Parton.

"I accept this contract for now, but I can't answer you tonight, I need time." Mo Mengchen said.

"No problem, I'm sure this matter will be resolved soon, and your office has been set up."

Sievers reached out his hand to Mo Mengchen again, and said with a smile: "Welcome to St. Lucifer's Hospital, Doctor Mo."

To Sievers' annoyance happened again, Mo Mengchen didn't seem to care about her looks.

Seeing her outstretched hand, Mo Mengchen looked extremely embarrassed, stretched out her hand tremblingly, and shook it lightly.

After letting go, Mo Mengchen took out the napkin and started over and over again.
"In that case, I won't disturb your meal."

If she stays with this man any longer, she will go crazy.

Sievers was about to leave when Mo Mengchen stopped her.

"Any thing else?"

"The perfume you use is harmful to the skin. If you use it for a long time, it will accelerate your aging speed. Over time, it will also cause various skin diseases. Please be careful."

That's why Mo Mengchen wiped it repeatedly after shaking hands with him. The smell, as well as the perfume, were really unbearable.

"Thank you for the reminder, but I refuse!"

With a dark face, Sievers stepped on the floor hard, trying to show his anger. As a result, her high-heeled shoes broke halfway due to the humiliation, and the tragedy happened.

"Ma'am, are you all right?"

"do not move!"

Mo Mengchen stopped the waiter and stepped forward to touch the part where Sievers twisted, but stopped again.

"It's better for you to come, remember, gently."

Damn man!
Sievers knew that Mo Mengchen was jealous of her perfume, where the hell did this freak come from?
Have you ever seen a woman or what?Are there any women who go out without wearing perfume?
The waiter moved Sievers' leg under Mo Mengchen's guidance, and she cried out in pain.

Mo Mengchen said: "It seems that the ankle is sprained at a high position. Fortunately, there should be no problem with the ligament."

"I can only trouble you to take me home, Doctor Mo."

Sievers looked pitiful—don't you hate the smell of this perfume?Smoke you to death, hum!
"Do you provide driver service?"

Mo Mengchen asked the waiter.

"What service?"

"Chauffeur service."

"What is that?"

Sievers is mad, is there a mistake?Is there something wrong with this man?If it were someone else who had this kind of opportunity to be sympathetic and pityful, he would have to grab it even if he broke his head. How could this person even hire a substitute driver?Not to mention whether there is a substitute driver now, is this the logical thinking of a normal man?
After some inquiries to no avail, Mo Mengchen put his hands on his hips with a desolate expression on his face.

"It seems that I can only send you back."

This reluctance seemed to force him to sleep with a sow.

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