You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 612 Of course it's 100%

"After Christmas?!"

In Sievers' office, Mo Mengchen thought he heard the operation wrongly after hearing the operation arrangement.

Sievers nodded and said, "Yes, the patient wants to spend Christmas with his family before surgery."

"You should have explained it to him, right?"

He could die suddenly at any time.

Mo Mengchen didn't expect that someone would make a joke about his own life, Sievers expressed helplessness, because it was the patient's decision, and no matter how much they persuaded him, they couldn't change the other's mind.

"Every doctor told him there was only a 20 percent chance, so he wanted to spend one last Christmas with his family," Sievers said.

Mo Mengchen asked with a smile: "Which genius told him this probability? I really want to know, how is this probability calculated?"

"This probability is derived from the combination and various possible accidents." Sievers explained.

Combining various possible accidents?Typical paper talk.

Those people may have written hundreds of papers, but they must have been away from the operating table for many years. They only have theory but no operational experience. They think that they give probabilities professionally, which often scares patients half to death.

These idiots are like those idiots who take a stat and think they know basketball.

Mo Mengchen sat down and asked, "Do you believe in religion?"

"No, what's wrong?" Sievers asked strangely.

It's a pity, if Sievers had been religious she would have been allowed to pray for the sick.

Praying he survives past Christmas.

This was the first SS-level operation in Mo Mengchen's career, and since Sievers snatched this operation for him, the operation mission appeared.

Surgical goals:

Complete the operation.

Complete the prerequisites for the operation: S-level plan, S-level technique, and S-level efficiency.

Note: Both are indispensable!Indispensable!

If the operation is successful, the reward is 10 attribute points.

The price tag is right there.

It's no wonder that Mo Mengchen misses this unknown patient so much. One operation costs 10 attribute points, which is exciting just thinking about it.

Now, he can only pray that the patient waits until after Christmas, and then continuously simulates the operation, familiarizes himself with the whole process, and strives to complete the operation as quickly as possible.

The system requires efficiency, which is to let him speed up, which fully meets his requirements.

In fact, his favorite operation is not the easiest, but the shortest operation.

The duration is key, and most short procedures are simple.

This operation, according to the plan of the group of old scholars, will take nearly seven hours to complete the entire operation plan.

For Mo Mengchen, the operation time was too long.

He needs to refine this surgical plan, and he doesn't think it is an S-level surgical plan.

The system requires S-level efficiency, so a set of cumbersome surgical plans obviously does not meet this requirement. It can also be said that this set of surgical plans definitely does not meet the system's standards.

Old pedants like to seek stability and ensure that everything is safe. These people never go to the battlefield in person, they only know to hold meetings in the conference room to summarize, and then give the general direction.

"A bunch of idiots."

Mo Mengchen stayed in the office for three hours.

From now until Christmas, he has no surgery plans, the only thing he has to do is to ensure the success of the surgery after Christmas.

Since he took over this patient, the medical profession has set its sights on St. Lucifer.

On the day of the operation, there will be many people present, and St. Lucifer will also broadcast the operation live.

Mo Mengchen edited and revised the operation plan, time passed by, and it was already afternoon in a blink of an eye.

It's training time.

There is a game against the Wizards at home tonight, and then tomorrow, two consecutive away games, he has no way to go back to the hospital for simulated surgery.

Mo Mengchen decided to bring the operation plan with him, and carefully edited it during this time.

Henry Ford Training Center
At the end of practice, Westphal called the players together.

There is no lecture, just a small game to play before the end of training.

"Penal throw competition, each player makes ten free throws, and the person who misses the most free throws..."

Rashid said excitedly: "Give money to Dad's foundation!"

"That's right, and there is no overtime. If the lowest points are the same, then they will be fined together."

Westphal smiled faintly: "In order to make your conscience uneasy, I decided to lead by example."

After all, Westphal was actually wearing long sleeves and holding the ball to the free throw line for a free throw.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, watching him make free throws.

"The coach definitely practiced in secret!" Ginobili whispered.

"Manu, I didn't practice secretly." Westphal looked back at the Argentine, scaring the latter into hiding behind Lauderdale.

Lauderdale frowned, he felt that things were not simple.

Because his free throws are really bad, if he plays this game, wouldn't he be absolutely at the bottom?

Thinking of this, the Chicago Giants also thought about their own salary. Although they made some money gambling with Mo Mengchen a few years ago, they couldn't afford to play like this.

Thinking of this, Lauderdale had an idea, clutching his stomach and screaming.

"Dapu, what's wrong with you?"

"Da Pu?"

"Are you OK?"

"My stomach hurts," Lauderdale said with watery eyes.

Just after he finished speaking, Westphal missed a shot. Obviously, he didn't expect this giant with thick eyebrows and big eyes to do such an operation.

He could understand Lauderdale, though, and it really wasn't fair to let him play the game.

"Go ahead," said Westphal.

A few seconds later, Big Ben followed suit, and he got a headache.

Since then, Lauderdale has suffered from indirect stomach pains, and Big Ben has suffered from persistent dizziness, each of which occurred during free throw games with the Pistons.

The Pistons' recent inconsistency at the free-throw line shows here, too.

Hill came on after Westphal and wanted to give everyone a good start, but he shot [-] out of [-].

"That's right, compared to your 50% free throw percentage in the previous games, it's an improvement." Mo Mengchen complained.

Hill glared at him bitterly.

Although Mo Mengchen's free throw command rate has regressed, it still maintains a high level of 86%. He can despise everyone in the arena as he pleases.

Brad Miller hit the field with confidence, hitting eight out of ten to make sure he didn't finish last.

Houston staged a high level of free throws, 2 out of [-], without a goal. Unfortunately, because of the relationship between his style of play, his amazing free throw stability is difficult to bring feedback on the court, because he only averaged [-] free throws per game.

Barkley then played, seven out of ten, still better than Hill.

"Mom, it seems that you will lose the money!" Barkley laughed.

It is a pity that talented people come out from generation to generation.

After Jerome Williams came on, he was deep in thought with the ball.

Who knows what kind of psychological suffering this toughest hero in the team has gone through.

"Jerome, do you also have a stomachache?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

"No!" Williams would not evade, he patted the ball and started to shoot.

The final result was six out of ten.

"Very good, Jerome's free throws are at the same level as Grant's." Mo Mengchen's ridicule was indiscriminate, no matter who he was, he was not immune.

Who told you not to make a penalty.

After one round of penalties, the people with the worst grades were Hill and Williams.

Only Mo Mengchen didn't make a free throw.

"Dad?"

"Do you think I need it?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill yelled, "Get up!"

"Ah."

Mo Mengchen walked to the free throw line, waved to the assistant coach on the baseline, and passed the ball.

He didn't adjust, didn't make preparations, and relied on the strength in his hands to get the ball out.

"Shh!"

Incredibly stable.

"Dad's touch is so real," Ginobili said, "It's hard to describe in words."

Lore said with a smile: "Every time I watch him shoot, I feel hairy all over, the touch is too soft."

Touch, one of Mo Mengchen's most commendable talents.

It is also one of the foundations of his foothold in the NBA. Without such a soft touch, it is impossible for him to replace Joe Dumars as the starter in the first grade.

Because of the touch, he can shoot a very high percentage with very low shooting attributes.

This is his best talent besides height and vision.

After scoring three goals in a row, Mo Mengchen felt bored and switched to his left hand.

Three left-handed free throws, still hit, the feel is exactly the same as the right hand, and there is a burst of amazement behind him.

He had already hit six goals, and with the remaining four, he decided to play differently.

"You say, what will happen if I close my eyes?" Mo Mengchen asked his teammates behind him.

Everyone wanted to say that he must not be fined, but the person who raised this question was Mo Mengchen.

There's nothing he can't do.

"Do you want to pay the fine with me? I'm fine." Hill laughed.

"Well, if I score the remaining four free throws with my eyes closed, you will pay the fine for Jerome." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill asked, "What if you miss?"

"I paid your fine."

Reasonable proposal.

In order to ensure that Mo Mengchen did not cheat, Hill deliberately went to his side to supervise.

Mo Mengchen closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and passed the ball.

Since then, he has closed his eyes.

Hill watched in disbelief as he patted the ball, picked it up, and then used a different way of handling the ball—usually Mo Mengchen used three fingers to force his hair, but now he used two.

The force is the middle finger and index finger of the right hand.

Even though his eyes were closed, he seemed to be able to see.

"Shh!"

"Wow!!!"

Mo Mengchen waved directly to the staff.

The ball is passed.

No adjustment, the same posture, shot again.

And hit.

For the next two balls, the same result was repeated.

Without any doubt, Hill was convinced.

Hill didn't ask him how he did it, because that didn't make any sense at all. He just shot with his eyes closed, as simple as that.

What he asked was, "How sure are you?"

Mo Mengchen opened his eyes, glanced at him mockingly, and said lightly: "Of course it is 100%, idiot, do you think I will fight an uncertain battle?"

Hill could only smile wryly.

After saying that, Mo Mengchen turned around and said to Williams who was secretly grateful: "Jerome, practice hard, you won't be so lucky next time."

Williams said gratefully: "Next time I will punish my mother more accurately!"

Hill glared at him angrily: "What did you say?"

　This chapter is starred in my archive because I was having a hard time writing it?Why is it hard?Because it is very important, so those who read the original version, please go back and read this chapter carefully after reading this passage. I even hope that you can find all typos carefully.That's it, listen to me, there is no need to discuss this matter, one person has the final say!
　　
　
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