You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 137 The Brilliant Bastard

The next day, the Pistons returned to Detroit in a low-key manner.

Although they lost the game, many fans still came to the airport to pick them up.

For fans, attitude matters.

If the Pistons lost to the Magic with no resistance, the fans might not feel at all. They persisted until the end and lost in a few seconds, giving the fans a feeling of "at least we died standing up."

At this time, the slogans such as "It's glorious to lose, I love you even if you win or lose, and if you win, you will X and if you lose, you will X together" came out.

The kindness of the fans was moving. Hill stayed at the scene and said a few words to comfort the fans and make a promise for the coming year.

According to the plan, everyone will go back to the Henry Ford Training Center first, and the coaching staff still has something to say.

Mo Mengchen did not go back with the large army, he notified Collins in advance, and after leaving the airport, he took Madeira's car to St. Lucifer.

"What's the plan for today?"

"According to your order, three surgeries have been prepared today."

three?
Why doesn't Mo Mengchen remember that he ordered this matter?

Forget it, Mo Mengchen sighed inwardly, and didn't think about it any more, three surgeries are three surgeries, just treat it as a distraction and earn some points by the way.

Today is the first day of May and their season is over.

He has nearly five months of vacation, and he has to use this time to improve.

In the past five months, his goals are as follows:
Training, performing surgery, writing and singing songs in my spare time, and doing chores.

By the way, there is one more important thing.

As a time traveler, he has to help the team find good talents.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Mengchen's mood recovered a lot when he realized that there were still many things to do next.

As long as there is something to do, the bad things will gradually fade away, and over time, even the worst memories will lose their lethality.

"Boss, don't be sad, we will all go through some things that are not as good as shit."

Madeira drove the car to the gate of St. Lucifer, and said to Mo Mengchen before parting.

I'm so down and down that I want to be comforted by this fool?God, kill me with one sword.

Just as Mo Mengchen got out of the car, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you have anything else to do today?"

"Mr. Du La wants to sign a cooperation agreement, you didn't want me to go." Medela was interrupted by Mo Mengchen, "No need, you can rest today."

"rest?"

Since following Mo Mengchen, Madeira hasn't had much rest.

Mo Mengchen nodded and said, "Yes, let's rest."

"Thank you." Madeira said.

Just as Mo Mengchen turned around, he suddenly thought of something again: "Your boyfriend."

"You mean Jeffrey? What's the matter with him?"

"Is he all right?"

"Great."

"Are you guys okay?"

Mo Mengchen's eyes scanned Medela's face back and forth, and any abnormality in her could not escape the observation.

Unfortunately, there is no abnormal color on her face.

In other words, what his boyfriend did behind her back has not been exposed yet, how dull is this woman?
"Very good, I'm going back today to give him a surprise." Madeira laughed.

surprise?Oh, don't be frightened.

Mo Mengchen nodded lightly: "Okay, you can start to enjoy your vacation, even though it's only for one day."

After Mo Mengchen left, Medela let out a long breath.

Finally a holiday!
Although only one day!
Mo Mengchen walked into the hospital as usual, he felt that he was no different from usual, but in the eyes of his colleagues, the feeling was different.

"Wow, your face is so ugly."

"After all, they lost. They worked so hard last night."

"I think he has tried his best. No one can do this kind of thing."

"Do you want to comfort him?"

"Do you dare to go up?"

Mo Mengchen's medical skills are highly respected in the hospital, and because of his sternness and meanness, few colleagues are willing to contact him.

Everyone put him in a very high position, as if this person is used to praise, not to get along with.

There are also some people who just hate these people who have halos and privileges.

"Doctor Mo, please don't go through the emergency department later."

Gary Keel, the director of the emergency department, said with a smile.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Why?"

Keir took out a mirror from his body. This behavior really looked like a woman. How could a big man carry a mirror with him?
Even a woman has to be the kind of woman who is narcissistic to the extreme to do this.

"Why don't you see how scary your face is?" Keel asked.

Mo Mengchen lowered his head, facing his collar, straightened his hair, and said, "Thank you for the mirror."

After all, Mo Mengchen diverted to the emergency department.

"Humph!"

What made Keir upset was that Mo Mengchen left before he had time to tell the story of the Pistons' loss last night.

Hearing that Mo Mengchen came to the hospital, his intern doctor rushed to find him: "Doctor Mo!"

"What's the matter?" Mo Mengchen had just walked around the emergency department when he turned around and saw Romien Olagundoye in a hurry.

Better to be stopped by her than by that bitch Keel.

"This is the last surgery report, please have a look." Romien followed Mo Mengchen closely.

Mo Mengchen took the operation report and read it hastily: "If you think it's ok, then hand it in."

What do you mean I think it's okay? Romien rolled his eyes: "Doctor Mo, although you lost the game, I think so."

"I remember that I have a few patients who will be scheduled for surgery in the next few days. Now please go and see their conditions, and then make a form for their physical conditions in the last few days. Hurry up, go now. "

Mo Mengchen didn't give Romien a chance to talk nonsense.

Romien didn't expect Mo Mengchen to finish the game with great difficulty. She wanted to follow behind the big guy and study hard, but she didn't expect to offend the big guy when she opened her mouth.

"Yes," said Romijn sadly.

"By the way," Mo Mengchen asked, "Is Lorenta Poser still in the hospital?"

Romien said: "She was discharged from the hospital not long ago, because of the shortage of hospital beds, and she doesn't plan to have an operation in the near future, so..."

"Understood, you go."

Mo Mengchen just wanted to know whether it was Sievers' intention that Lorenta was discharged from the hospital, or Poser had figured it out by himself.

As Mo Mengchen walked, recalling, the face of Lorenta appeared in his mind.

This little girl has perfectly inherited her mother's good looks. If she grows up in the future, she will definitely be a beauty embryo selected in a million. It's a pity!
But she is still so young, there is no need to worry.

Thinking of this, Mo Mengchen walked to Sievers' office.

"Looks like you're finally on vacation."

Seeing that Mo Mengchen would drink with someone as soon as he came in, Sievers made a joke at him.

"Holidays? I never take vacations." Mo Mengchen said, "I'm only 23 years old, and I don't need to work hard on maintenance, but you should pay attention to rest. The dark circles are very heavy. If there are different levels of beauty, you are at least better than the last time I saw you." Dropped three notches by your time."

Sievers frowned, and said, "Aren't I pretty now?"

"I need to go against my will to say that you are beautiful now. Unfortunately, today's title of Saint Lucifer's Flower will fall to the foolish Romien Olagundoye." Mo Mengchen I took a sip of water.

Sievers frowned, stood up from his seat, and walked in front of Mo Mengchen with a pen in his hand.

Murderous.

Mo Mengchen took a step back.

"If you make fun of me again, I'll draw a husky on your face!" Sievers said threateningly.

Mo Mengchen's focus is always different: "How can such a thick hand still draw?"

"you!"

Sievers' hand trembled, and the tip of the pen almost stuck Mo Mengchen's face.

"Is there something bothering you?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hearing this, Sievers sat back: "You can't help with this matter."

"I don't want to help, it's just that I just encountered a troublesome thing, and I need to listen to other people's troubles to make myself feel better." Mo Mengchen was so upright that Sievers really wanted to paint a husky on his face .

Sievers turned the pen, and said: "In three months, the VPI medical debate will be held in Detroit. This is our home field, but we don't have a suitable paper now, although all these guys are very good. Thoughts, but Martin thinks we'll make a big joke if we get the papers out there and show off!"

"So, you're in big trouble?"

Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

"Are you still laughing?" Sievers grew annoyed the more he looked at the face.

Papers are very important to both doctors and hospitals. In China, there is even a saying that a thousand operations are not as important as one paper.

Mo Mengchen had also written many papers in his previous life. Hearing this question now, what he thought of was if he did it, what would be the benefits?
He turned on the system silently, turned his back to Sievers, fiddled with the system template with his fingers, and switched to the achievement wall of the doctor template.

Sure enough, he saw an achievement here.

"Publish an SCI paper, return: 10000."

"Are you kidding?" Sievers saw Mo Mengchen dancing.

"No, I was thinking, maybe I can help." Mo Mengchen said suddenly.

Sievers' eyes lit up: "Can you write a paper?"

"How can I graduate from the best medical school in the United States if I can't write a thesis?" Mo Mengchen whitened her.

"But we only have three months," Sievers said awkwardly.

Mo Mengchen said affirmatively: "I guarantee that I can write a paper faster than you can get rid of dark circles."

A second ago, Mo Mengchen's image was extremely tall in Sievers' eyes, and suddenly, this image turned black.

Why is this man such an asshole?
Whenever he builds up a good image in your heart, he will always tear down this image in the next second, letting you know that an asshole is an asshole, and at best he is a talented asshole.

"The time is almost up. I don't guarantee that my thesis will be recognized by Martin, but I will try my best. Now I am going to have an operation. Do you have anything to say?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

"Close the door when you go out, thank you."

Ruthless woman!Mo Mengchen shook his head and left.

(End of this chapter)