You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 14 The Bishop's Fury

Holker Medical Center

As the leaders of New Jersey's medical community, they work closely with the Nets.

The team doctor of the Nets, Chris Dewar, is from the Hawker Medical Center, where Mo Mengchen can't be fake.

That's why the Nets asked him to come here for a checkup.

Two hours later, he completed a physical examination, then sat aside and waited for news.

Parton was also there, but he was very relaxed: "Don't worry, you can persevere after such a hard training, your legs must have recovered."

Mo Mengchen also hoped so, but the situation was indeed not optimistic.

The body template of the system has attribute values ​​of body conditions here.

Left knee: 35
Right knee: 30
Left Ankle: 74
Right Ankle: 70
Left foot: 75
Right foot: 70
The health of his lower limbs is not optimistic. At least through this set of data, it can be seen that his lower limbs really have a high risk of injury. The concerns of the teams are not unreasonable.

"I'll take a call."

Patton walked away.

Seeing Patton talking with a smile on his face, Mo Mengchen seemed to have encountered a good thing.

He is more and more like a professional agent.

Mo Mengchen was feeling bored, and he was a little worried. He was really afraid that the physical examination would reveal a result that was not suitable for playing basketball. If that was the case, his path to the NBA would be difficult, because no matter how good he performed, the team would There is a deep misgiving.

"Good news, Mo!"

After the phone call, Patton even changed his walking posture.

Because of his prosthetics, he doesn't want to be seen as disabled, so he always walks slowly so that it looks more natural.

But now, he seems to have won the jackpot.

"what happened?"

"Boston and Detroit sent you tryout invitations."

Mo Mengchen was taken aback: "What the hell are you doing?"

"No, they took the initiative to contact us!" Patton said.

Mo Mengchen didn't remember any interaction between him and these two teams. He stared at Parton and asked, "I think it must be your fault."

Parton has seen many eyes in his life, some are the eyes of beasts, like lions and tigers, their eyes are usually majestic and full of murderous eyes; there are also some cunning eyes, through the light in his eyes, he knows the other party Counting again.

Only Mo Mengchen's eyes, he had never seen anything so bright.

Facing these eyes, lies have nowhere to hide.

"ok I admit it."

"I do have a part of the credit." Parton laughed.

This is beneficial and harmless to Mo Mengchen. He is just curious about how Patton introduced himself to these two teams.

"There's tape coming out of every tryout, I just speeded up the process."

Parton said: "I need [-] to buy a team's staff, but I don't even need [-] to get a roll of video tape."

"Is this reasonable?"

"It's unreasonable for the team, but they're only going to go after the people who leaked the tape, not you."

Detroit and Boston.
These two teams are much better than the Nets, at least, Mo Mengchen knows a thing or two about their current situation.

The first is the Celtics. They are in the darkest era in team history. The old hero Cardinal is brewing an ultimate gamble related to the future. They have completely given up in recent years.

They didn't have to be this tough, and if nothing happened to Bias and Reggie Lewis, they would still have been competitive in the 90s.

Celtic is a good choice.

They have no star, no absolute leader, they need someone to lead them out of the abyss.

As for the Pistons, it's all about Grant Hill's team right now.

Speaking of which, Mo Mengchen also played a game against Hill in the NCAA, and that game led to his third ACL tear.

These messages quickly flashed through Mo Mengchen's mind, and he quickly put them aside. The most important thing right now is to wait for the results of the inspection.

He and Patton waited another hour.

Itai Tiren, who was in charge of examining him, came with the results of his examination.

"Mo, come with me."

Mo Mengchen followed him, and Patton followed them: "Please walk slowly and consider my feelings, please?"

They followed Thielen into the office.

Mo Mengchen asked: "What was the result?"

Tiron smiled and said, "You should understand."

Mo Mengchen opened the inspection results.

From the head to the soles of the feet, the results of each inspection are: A.

Meaning, he is healthy from head to toe.

"Your knee is healthier than we thought it would be, it doesn't look like a knee that's been through three devastating injuries."

Thielen said: "I even wonder if you really suffered three ACL tears."

"You mean?" Parton was getting more and more excited.

"You can play basketball with peace of mind, Mo." Thielen said.

"Yes! Great! Mo, let's shock the world together!"

Patton hugged Mo Mengchen tightly.

After that, Parton asked for an extra inspection report.

"Don't worry, Mo's data has been entered into the database. You can come and get a copy whenever you need it in the future. No one will question Hulk's authority." Thielen said.

Patton was holding Mo Mengchen's examination report in his hand. If he hadn't been unable to jump, he would have jumped out of the hospital.

Along the way, his excitement was comparable to that of a drug addict on high.

"Mo, I'm going to send a file to the Nets now, and then I'm going to send a file to those fools in Phoenix! I'm going to let them know what they missed!"

Negotiations began on the spot when Parton handed over the results to the Nets.

It's a pity that the Nets have promised their only draft pick to Ed O'Bonno, but they also gave Mo Mengchen a promise.

"We're going to make a deal at the draft, we're going to get a first-round pick, pick you with that pick, that's our commitment."

If he has not been selected by then, the Nets will definitely take him.

"I look forward to you wearing the Nets jersey." Baird said easily on the phone.

"Thank you."

After Mo Mengchen replied, without taking a breath, Parton hurried in and said, "Phoenix promises to select you in the second round."

"Second round? Huh!"

Mo Mengchen looked contemptuous: "Impossible, I can't go to Phoenix, Harding, book a ticket for me, I will go to Boston tomorrow!"

"It seems that you also know that you have more than this pick."

Parton stared at Mo Mengchen with a smile. These two people with no roots but great ambitions now don't take the promise lower than the first round at all.

The conclusion of the medical examination report did not reassure Mo Mengchen.

He thought of a possibility.

His body did recover, but his knee was very weak and prone to injury.

Only in this way can he explain why the attributes displayed on the system are so low. It is precisely because of this that he has to be more careful.

Boston

Although the Green Army is now in decline, their helmsman is still there.

The helmsman was Arnold Auerbach.

The unrivaled hero who once ruled the NBA is old this year, but he still watches every move of the Celtics. As a consultant, his opinion is even more critical than scouts, decision-making assistants, manager assistants and others.

After all, he is the one who has Bill Russell, Havlicek, and Larry Bird in his hands.

On the day of the tryout, the Celtics' training hall was packed.

Here, Mo Mengchen still showed his outstanding abilities. He didn't seem to be able to run fast or jump high. The way of the game was tepid, but he controlled the game from the beginning to the end.

"There's a John Stockton-like leadership quality about him."

Auerbach said.

"Look at his teammates, under his command, each of them is very obedient."

"They never knew each other, and the relationship at this moment is not pure teammates, they are a competitive relationship, but each of them knows how to maintain this cooperation."

"After this game, I want to talk to him." Auerbach's tone is inevitable.

"Red, he is really good, but he also has a lot of potential injuries."

Celtics current coach M.L. Kyle said.

"I have seen tens of thousands of players, and I have also coached the best players in history. I know what kind of potential these good players need!" Auerbach was very dissatisfied with this coach who dared to ask questions.

Kyle has no respect for the venerable bishop.

The reason why a coach with his qualifications can coach in a wealthy family is nothing more than two points.

The people above like him, or, he is really talented.

"In the past, if someone suffered a torn ACL, he would probably have to retire directly. As for him, he suffered three times."

Kyle said: "I don't think he can play more than ten games at the intensity of the NBA!"

"Some people said that Bill couldn't beat Wilt at all, and some people persuaded me not to choose Larry, who publicly declared that he would finish his studies in college before joining the NBA. Some people even told me that Kevin McHale and Robert Parish Can't fight against Kareem, what's the result?"

Auerbach stared.

Kyle did not back down, and behind him represented the will of the upper class.

Auerbach represents the past tense. He manages too broadly. He is obviously not on the front line, but he always dictates the rules of the team.Moreover, his popularity in Boston is too strong, and the team needs a new spokesperson. This person must not be an old guy who was active on the front line 30 years ago.

He is uncontrolled, and management needs a controlled coaching staff.

This is where he contradicted Auerbach: "Yeah, just looking at success, we seem to never be wrong, but you can't always be right. It's like you swore that Len Bias never took drugs, poor Just like Reggie is not affected by his heart disease at all, when an accident happens, we always attribute it to the accident instead of looking for the cause at the source."

"What the fuck did you say?!"

The cardinal, who has been in the NBA for decades, was irritated by an inexperienced rookie coach on the sidelines.

"Forget it, Red!"

An assistant teacher pulled him away and comforted him.

"M, what about that guy?"

Kyle's chief assistant looked at Mo Mengchen who had just finished a match.

"Go and check his inspection report, if there is no problem, tell his agent, we will take him down in the second round!"

"I'll take care of other things!"

Kyle considers himself qualified to make this decision.

The Green Army is in the most chaotic period in history. The management is fighting openly and secretly, and the team's record is going from bad to worse. No one cares who he chooses with a second-round pick.

(End of this chapter)