You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 76
"You can't imagine that you are such a pervert!"

There was a swishing coolness in Hill's crotch, and Mo Mengchen's gaze made him retreat involuntarily.

"It's a pervert, so you have to use a perverted way." Mo Mengchen tidied up, put his luggage in the locker room and was about to leave.

Hill stopped him: "Wait a minute, don't you take these things away? The Jazz still has the business of delivering luggage for the visiting team? Why don't I know?"

"If you have a caring assistant, it's not a problem."

Having said that, Mo Mengchen walked to the door and opened it, just in time to see Madeira waiting outside the door.

"Where are they?"

“Rockin Cafe.”

Mo Mengchen turned back and said, "Are you interested in going out for a cup of coffee with me?"

Hill shrugged his neck and said, "Drinking too much of that stuff is bad for your teeth, don't you value that?"

"Who told you that you must drink coffee when you go to a coffee shop, Duke's top student?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill guessed that this was not an ordinary date, otherwise why did this rookie call him?It must be him to support the scene, he is Detroit's tomorrow's superstar.

"Forget it, I will accompany you for a while." Hill laughed.

An hour ago, the Rockin Cafe was booked.

This result disappointed some couples who wanted to come here to flirt and flirt. After a long day of work, they wanted to take advantage of this time to make a date in the best coffee shop in Salt Lake City, but they were all disturbed by the damn rich. up.

"I curse that damned rich woman!"

A man said angrily.

The taxi driver drove Mo Mengchen and Hill outside the coffee shop. He didn't ask for the fare, but only got their signatures. He made a correct decision.

A fact that a Jazz fan doesn't want to accept: Even a rising star like Hill who has not achieved much, his signature is more valuable than a superstar like Malone who has been living in a remote area like Salt Lake City all year round.

"It seems that someone was very unhappy after losing the game."

As soon as Mo Mengchen entered the coffee shop, he saw Little Dura and Poser.

Why is she there?He would not have accepted the invitation if Little Dora had informed him that Poser was coming back.

"Wow, you look so ugly, is it because you're unhappy seeing me?" Poser asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen tried his best to smile: "How come? Seeing Madam, even the gloom of losing the game will be swept away."

"This is my teammate, Grant Hill, you should know each other." Mo Mengchen said.

It was Hill who became nervous. He didn't know Poser next to little Doula, but he knew little Doula.

A while ago, Dura Electric announced that it had picked up a partnership with the Pistons, and selected several spokespersons from the Pistons, and he was one of them.

He signed a five-year endorsement contract with Dura Electric.

Little Dora was there when he signed the contract.

"Jaquin, why are you here?" Hill was unprepared.

Little Doula smiled and said: "Mo is my friend, he announced his endorsement for DCT today, and you have another competition, of course I want to join in, let me introduce, this is Shannon Poser, besides my mother, I am in The most admired woman in the world."

"He says that to every woman." Poser smiled.

Hill smiled and shook hands friendly.

"I ordered coffee and nut salad for you. How about it? Would you be considerate?" Little Doula smiled, "You can prepare it now, so don't scare them then."

"Humph!"

Mo Mengchen took out a small box from his arms, which contained sterilized and sterile knives and forks.

"As expected of a doctor, he is so particular about everything he does." Poser said with a smile.

"No, it doesn't really matter," Mo Mengchen said, "No matter how prepared you are, bacteria always come with the wind. I'm just not used to using tableware outside, please don't mind."

"Please enjoy."

Little Du La's timing was very accurate, as soon as Mo Mengchen took out the tableware, the waiter brought the things.

"You came to the scene tonight?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Little Dora said: "Unfortunately, I managed to watch the live broadcast, but you were massacred by the Jazz, alas."

"It's all my fault, I should have played better," Hill said.

"It's really your fault, you actually forced Mo to make a shot, hahaha~~" Little Du La still knows the ball, and also knows some things about Mo Mengchen, he made a joke that only real fans can understand .

Poser, for example, couldn't understand, and she blinked, not knowing how to get involved.

"He played worse than this salad tonight, but it's not his routine and I'm sure he'll get back to it, one game at a time."

In front of outsiders like Little Dula, Mo Mengchen didn't continue to complain about Hill.

"But you still performed well, didn't you?" Poser said, "You have three statistics in double figures."

It's hard for her to know about this. Mo Mengchen thinks that a pampered lady like this is usually not thinking about making money, or thinking about which brand has produced some cosmetics. And she was trying to find a way to discuss basketball with herself.

Although she had other plans, she did some research, or in other words, she watched the game carefully.

"If the game is lost, the statistics are meaningless." Mo Mengchen laughed.

"How come? You are still great." Poser said.

"Do not,"

Mo Mengchen said: "It's like you made a deal with Jacques, you invested the same as him, he made a lot of money, and you lost all your money. Although your deal brought a profit, you didn't make any money. you lose."

"Okay, do you know how to do business? You guy who can only play with balls and scalpels, hurry up, it's time to talk about business!" Little Doula stood up and said to Hill, "Grant, let's go to the front desk for a few drinks? "

Hill is naturally good at numbers, and he stood up: "I have no reason to refuse."

"You let me watch such a stinky game tonight, you have to punish yourself with three cups first."

"You're going too far"

Mo Mengchen ate salad and nuts, and drank a sip of coffee from time to time to eliminate the nutty taste in his mouth.

Poser stopped beating around the bush, and she took out an inspection report from her bag: "This is the result of Loretta's inspection."

"Madam, besides me, there should be many living doctors in this world."

"Why must I?"

Mo Mengchen raised his head, focused on one place, and looked directly at Poser.

"There are many good doctors in this world, but you are the only one who has never failed on the operating table."

Then you are wrong, I have failed countless times.

Although it was before time travel.

Even Mo Mengchen himself admits that Mo Mengchen in this life possesses superior skills than him, coupled with his decades of experience, makes him invincible on the operating table.

This can't explain anything, there are still many diseases that he can't do anything about.

Moreover, even the current Mo Mengchen, has he really never failed?

"You are wrong, I have failed."

"Like the surgeries that are not on the books at the Mayo Center."

Poser said: "If there is one, it will definitely not escape my search."

"Two years ago, I was in a car accident."

When this incident was mentioned, there was a feeling of emotion in Mo Mengchen's heart. He never thought about what happened to "Mo Mengchen" because he was no longer him.

Now that he brought it up, he thought he could say it calmly and without fluctuation, but no, there seemed to be a crack in his heart, but there was no anesthesia, and it hurt there.

"The people I cherish are all in that car."

"I came to my senses, did all the right things, and got into the ambulance with them and watched them die one by one.

Poser said: "That's not your fault, and it wasn't your operation, you"

"If you have a detailed understanding of my injury history, you will know that I am not suitable for your daughter's operation." Mo Mengchen said.

"Moreover, this is not a necessary operation. Her disease itself is not harmful, it's just..."

"Just can't laugh," Poser said with moist eyes, "can't cry, can't show panic or surprise; when she is laughing, she has to tell me and I know; when she is sad, she also has to tell me Know: She wants to express her love, she wants to express her dissatisfaction, whatever she expresses, she has to tell me, she can't express her feelings like other children!"

Mo Mengchen couldn't understand. To him, being unable to laugh or cry was nothing compared to life?This is not a fatal disease. On the contrary, if in order to cure it, an operation with a mortality rate of 30% is required, which is even more incomprehensible to him.

The current technology still needs to be improved. After another ten years, the mortality rate of this operation will be reduced to 12%. However, Poser may not want to wait.

"How did the talk go?" Little Dora came holding a bottle of expensive brandy.

Hill stayed at the front desk chatting with the waiter.

"We had a full exchange of views, but unfortunately no consensus was reached."

Mo Mengchen cleaned up a plate of salad.

Take a paper towel to wipe off the mess and put it back in the box.

"Thank you for treating me to supper." Mo Mengchen said, "The team has a curfew, we can't spend the night outside, so goodbye."

Little Dula looked at Poser who was crying so loudly, she didn't expect that Mo Mengchen couldn't be moved by this. Is this man's heart made of steel?

"Why don't you change a doctor? It's not like there are no other doctors in this world." Little Doula laughed.

Suddenly, Poser put away the pitiful look in front of Mo Mengchen, and there was still mist in his eyes: "Why doesn't Solomon let others operate on him?"

"My father must have him."

"I must have him too!"

Mo Mengchen and Hill went to the street, trying to flag down a taxi.

"The talk didn't go well?"

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"That," Hill said, "thank you for what you said to me tonight."

"Which ones?" Mo Mengchen consciously said a lot to him.

"The worst sentence."

Hill said, "This is very important to me, thank you."

"Don't thank me in a hurry, if you continue to fight like shit like tonight in the future, my words will only be worse."

Mo Mengchen waved while talking, and finally hailed a taxi.

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