You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 284 Attribute Points Falling from the Sky
Chapter 283 Attribute Points Falling from the Sky
early june

The playoffs have come to the most critical moment.

The Bulls held a 3-1 lead and were about to knock out the Heat, while the Jazz and the Sonics were dithering, and it took at least six games to decide the winner.

At this time, Mo Mengchen had 28000 attribute points.

The special training has also been carried out for more than ten days, and the effect is not bad. The Pistons are also preparing to conduct trial training on Bobby Jackson.

In addition, after Collins resigned, Gentry and Zina McClain also resigned one after another.

Mark Jones had expected him to take over as manager, only to be disappointed.

The man taking over as head coach is Adam Frauses, who is now the Pistons' acting coach.

Jones was devastated by the incident and is preparing to resign recently.

As soon as he resigned, those assistant coaches who followed him would inevitably resign as well. As a result, there were only a few people left in the entire coaching team.

Mo Mengchen was not surprised that the management let Frauses take over.

The team needs stability, so the top management decided to let Frauses, who is quite popular among the players, take over.

This is something that Pistons president of operations Graham Cena did not expect.

His original plan was to push his direct subordinate Mark Jones to the position of head coach after Collins left. As a result, the top management directly came to a cross-level command and appointed Frauses as the acting head coach.

At the same time, the senior management appointed a middle-aged man named Dean Augersger to become the new general manager of the Pistons.

What is worrisome is that Oggsger does not have a resume in the management of sports clubs. Can he really do this job well?
As if in response to people's confusion, Cena explained: "Dean is still a little strange, and I will help him adapt as soon as possible."

The interview was in the newspaper, accompanied by a photo of Augsig.

It can be seen that Augsig is a handsome middle-aged man, with no stubble on his face, and a handsome big back, like an idol star who refuses to face the years.

Judging from the photo, he seems to have some disdain for the job.

Another day of training.

After Mo Mengchen finished the last set of sliding training, the sweat on his body was like raining. Countless sweat fell on every floor he passed.

"Are you going to be able to take it with your body?" Karen worried that he would be exhausted.

"I can take anything just thinking about how good the Bulls are."

The only thing I can't stand is doing nothing on the court.

Mo Mengchen picked up the water bottle from the ground, raised his neck and poured it vigorously.

Suddenly, he received a message from the system.

"Complete achievement: Publish paper in JAMA."

"Reward: 30000 attribute points."

what's the situation?
Mo Mengchen took down the water bottle and turned on the system.

Existing attribute points: 57000.

what happened?

Mo Mengchen naturally hoped that the system could give him 30000 attribute points, but he definitely didn't publish a paper in JAMA. Where is that?The most famous medical journal in the world has a history of hundreds of years, and all the papers published there are not only Taishan Beidou in the medical field.

How can he have that leisure time?
Is someone publishing papers in my name?What's the point?Also, this paper is not written by me, won't the system recognize it?

Or does the system only recognize results?

Mo Mengchen thought of many possibilities, but he couldn't figure it out, why should the paper be published in his name?
For a doctor, performing a thousand operations is not as good as publishing a paper.

Papers are like a soldier's badge in medicine.

Have papers, but no surgery?It doesn't matter, everyone will regard you as a big cow.

Can perform surgery but not write papers?Stupid idiot who can only do rough work, stay away from me!
In his previous life, Mo Mengchen had both, and he had published many papers in his life. Both theoretical knowledge and clinical experience were first-class.

But even he does not have the ability to publish papers in JAMA.

Those who have the ability to publish papers in "JAMA" are mostly for fame and fortune, which means a lot to them, and there is no reason to use their own hard work to achieve others.

"Mo, what's wrong with you?" Kevin asked.

"It's nothing." Mo Mengchen took a shower faster than usual, changed his clothes, and drove straight to the hospital.

This must have something to do with Noah Sievers.

St. Lucifer's Hospital
It was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and Mo Mengchen hurriedly got off the car and ran into the hospital.

"what's the situation?"

"Doctor Mo?"

"It's the first time I've seen him so anxious."

"What happened?"

The doctors and nurses whispered to each other, Mo Mengchen had no time to talk to these people.

He quickly ran to Sievers' office: "Thank God!"

"I just have something to tell you!" Sievers said with a smile.

"It just so happens that I also have something to ask you," Mo Mengchen glanced at her.Sievers recently chopped off her long, wavy red locks in favor of a short red bob, and oh my god, she's finally realizing she's better off with short hair.

Mo Mengchen said: "We should be talking about the same thing, so it's up to you to tell me what happened."

"Here." Sievers put a copy of the latest "JAMA" magazine in front of Mo Mengchen, "The paper you wrote last time passed the inspection of the old pedants in JAMA and was published in the magazine."

Mo Mengchen's eyes at this time are comparable to when Hill was dumbfounded: "I wrote a paper?"

"You forgot, let me remind you"

Suddenly, Mo Mengchen remembered that he had indeed written a thesis for Sievers, it was just like homework, it was just business-like, not very serious and careful.

"You mean, the last time I casually wrote a paper to fool you, it passed the review of "JAMA", and now it has appeared in the latest issue of the magazine?" Mo Mengchen said this sentence slowly.

There was an unsightly vein under the corner of Sievers' eye: "Perfunctory?"

"I take it back." Mo Mengchen also felt that the word "perfunctory" was indeed an insult to an article published in "JAMA".

Mo Mengchen made a correction: "It should be said that it is a paper that is less careful."

If he's serious, does that mean he wrote a random paper and published it in JAMA?
Isn't that a mess?
How many doctors can't publish their papers on "JAMA" with all their energy!
For the doctor, this is like being selected into the Hall of Fame after retiring from the NBA. It is an honor that will go down in history forever.

Mo Mengchen picked up the magazine and glanced at it.

The first line of that paper made him confirm that it was indeed his paper.

Mo Mengchen overlooked one thing. Although it was difficult for his papers in his previous life to be published in "JAMA", it was decades later. He is now writing with an extremely advanced vision and rich clinical experience. For him, this paper has many loopholes, and almost half of the length needs to be revised, but for this era, this paper is very unique.

"Your departure is a great loss to the medical community," Sievers said, "Dr. Leandro, the editorial director of JAMA, said so about you."

"Anyway, thank you for recommending this immature article to "JAMA" with the cheek, I should treat you to dinner." Mo Mengchen asked, "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, how about tonight?"

cheeky
If Mo Mengchen hadn't said that he would treat him to dinner, Sievers might have grabbed the damn magazine on the table and thrown it in the face of that stinky man who didn't know how to speak.

"A Michelin-certified five-star restaurant opened a kilometer away, you have to treat me to a big meal!" Sievers said forcefully.

Mo Mengchen carefully put away the magazine, and said: "You are so thick-skinned that you deserve such a good restaurant, I agree. Hurry up and tidy up, I'm hungry."

After a while, Mo Mengchen and Sievers walked side by side. Although doctors don't like gossip, they look like a couple.

Just didn't hold hands.

"Is this the secret that Dr. Mo is always in that office?"

"Probably."

"If not, why would Dor.Mo choose to work part-time in St. Lucifer? He can have a better choice."

The scandal between Mo Mengchen and Sievers has been going on for a long time, and the fact that they are walking together today is just a seemingly convincing proof for those who believe in it.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Sievers ordered ten dishes in a row, as if he wanted to take this opportunity to eat Mo Mengchen poorly.

"You can order ten more dishes. My salary this month is just enough to pay the bill." Mo Mengchen suggested.

"Is your salary so low?"

Sievers was very surprised. Mo Mengchen was not an unknown young player. Even she, who had no interest in basketball at all, could often hear workers on the side of the road discussing Dor.Mo.

How can such a player receive such a low salary?
"The salary in the hospital is already very low, and I work part-time." Mo Mengchen cut a piece of meat and chewed it in his mouth.

Sievers realized that he had misunderstood, watched him chew slowly, and said suddenly: "You can ask the hospital for more salary, you are our signature."

She didn't know why she said that, because Mo Mengchen didn't need the money at all.

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "Forget it, I'm only a part-time job, and asking for too much salary will make people jealous."

"You care about such things?"

"I don't care." Mo Mengchen said, "But as long as I say this, many doctors will also come to say this, and then you will not be at peace."

It turned out that he was thinking of me.

Sievers was half moved, and Mo Mengchen continued: "You see, I go to your place to rest every day. If your office, which is not very clean, is filled with a lot of unclean people all day long, then I will be in the hospital." The last piece of safe haven is gone."

"99% for me, 1% for you, this little salary is worthless."

After the last sentence, Sievers was furious.

"You must! I will apply to the director tomorrow, and I will report this to the whole hospital!"

Is this woman crazy?

Mo Mengchen was puzzled, and took another bite of meat.

　Thanks to the mischievous Tutu and the undead evil souls for their rewards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)