You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 16 Ephraim

"You've been discussing with that big devil for so long, just discussing how he robbed Larry Bird from us back then?"

Oh, forgot to tell you, Hardin Patton is Indiana.

They almost picked Bird with the No. [-] pick back then, but it was a pity that Bird was not sure about playing in the future and did not take the initiative to participate in the election. Auerbach took advantage of the loophole and stole Bird from under their noses.

"steal?"

Mo Mengchen rolled his eyes, and there was nothing wrong with what Patton said, it was indeed stealing.

But who is to blame?Who told you that you don't know how to take advantage of the rules?

"Yes, otherwise, what do you want me to talk to him about? About his cigars? Or about the number of his rings?" Mo Mengchen asked mockingly.

"Damn it, he likes you so much, you should let him put pressure on the Green Army, where he promises everything!" Patton said.

"As far as I know, after the genius who claimed to be no less than Jordan died of a drug overdose, he stopped asking about the Celtics."

Mo Mengchen didn't want to bother an old man he had never met.

The other party is so optimistic about him, he naturally wants to prove it to the other party.

"Fortunately, we have received commitments from three teams. The next stop is Detroit. Get ready. I will go with you tomorrow."

Patton whispered in Mo Mengchen's ear.

Detroit, Motor City, Sin City.

"How's the security in Detroit?"

"You'll know when you go to the city center. It's best not to go alone."

Before boarding the plane, Mo Mengchen asked Parton about Detroit, and he gave an uncomfortable answer.

After two hours of air travel, we finally arrived at our destination.

Mo Mengchen took a nap for a while, and when the plane arrived, the broadcast woke him up.

Turning his face around, he saw Patton's mouth was open, drooling from the corner of his mouth, and he was still gasping, extremely disgusted.

"Wake up!"

"We have arrived?"

"arrive."

Mo Mengchen picked up his luggage as usual, and got off the plane in an orderly manner with the help of the flight attendants.

As soon as he got off the plane, Parton received new news.

"Mo, San Antonio is very interested in you."

"Oh?"

Mo Mengchen turned to him.

"They sent you a trial training invitation." Parton said, "They seem to have heard about your performance and want to give you a one-on-one trial training."

"This is a preferential treatment that has never been seen before!"

One-on-one tryout?What is that concept?
Only those who are the pride of heaven will have such treatment.

"Did you tell them I was in Detroit for trial training?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Parton said: "I said, I will reply to them after you finish your trial training in Detroit."

"now it's right."

Although San Antonio was a good choice, it wasn't Mo Mengchen's favorite team.

First of all, he is a time traveler, and then a player.

As a time traveler, he knows many things about the future. To make full use of these advantages, he has to go to a team that can be manipulated.

What team are the Spurs?That was Popovich's team, and when he went there, he was just a player.

As Popovich said: "We just want a group of players who train hard, play hard, and go home and sleep when they're done."

Mo Mengchen could easily fulfill these requirements, but what he had to do was much more than that.

He knows how fierce the competition in the NBA will be in the future, so he needs some helpers, and for this, there must be a management that values ​​his opinion.

Or to be bold, he wants a management that is dominated by his will.

For the players, this kind of thinking is outrageous. Even Michael Jordan can't manipulate the front office, but that's what he thinks and plans.

Although he doesn't know what team will be selected with the No. [-] pick in ten days.

Mo Mengchen and Patton were about to walk out of the airport when suddenly, in the middle of the hall, the glass on the roof shattered and fell down.

"Ah~~~!"

Mo Mengchen heard a scream, looked back, and saw a child fell to the ground and convulsed.

In just a few seconds, the direction he was in turned into a pool of blood.

"Help!"

"Adrian, my God!"

A young woman ran up to him, but she dared not go forward because his body was covered with shards of glass.

"Help!" she yelled in horror.

"Call 911 quickly!"

The security guard at the scene roared.

The crowd gathered around, covering their mouths, expressing their regret for the unfortunate boy.

A middle-aged male doctor with a mohawk came out: "I'm a doctor, let me see!"

The boy was unconscious and bleeding from his neck.

He only took one look: "His veins may have been cut."

"Whoever has a clean cloth, give me one!" he shouted.

Young woman with tears on her face: "I have clean clothes in my suitcase."

"can!"

Hearing this, she immediately opened the suitcase and took out the clean change of clothes.

Mo Mengchen approached and took a closer look.

The middle-aged male doctor put his clothes on the wound and pressed it gently.

"Do you want to kill him?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged doctor, young woman, and other people at the scene all looked at the person who spoke—Paton was taken aback, suddenly realizing that this was a rare opportunity.

He walked away quietly.

The middle-aged male doctor said in a deep voice, "I'm saving him, he has lost too much blood!"

"You made a low-level mistake." Mo Mengchen walked forward.

"Do you think I'll forget about anatomy? I'm not wrong!"

The middle-aged male doctor raised his head arrogantly. In his eyes, Mo Mengchen was just a poor idiot. He didn't understand anything, but he was pointing fingers here.

"I'm a doctor. I've been a doctor for 20 years. I know where the jugular vein is better than you!"

His eyes were as sharp as a murderous knife, and he wanted to drive Mo Mengchen away.

Mo Mengchen squatted down, slapped off the opponent's hand, and moved his clothes up: "If it is an adult, you are not wrong; but he is a child, he has not yet developed well, you are pressing his trachea, and you are making him asphyxia."

When Mo Mengchen made this action, everyone saw the boy let out a sigh of relief.

"who are you?"

The middle-aged male doctor asked.

Mo Mengchen opened the suitcase, and there were some first aid tools on it.

Although he is no longer a doctor, he still carries these things.

There are always such emergencies, and he can not only save people, but also earn points.

There were more and more people at the scene, and some tourists who came to travel took out their cameras to take pictures of this scene.

Mo Mengchen did not stop from the beginning to the end, and he treated the wound perfectly.

When he came to his senses, 10 minutes had passed.

"The ambulance is coming!"

The young woman grabbed Mo Mengchen's hand: "Sir, how is Adrian's situation?"

"he's good."

Mo Mengchen said.

Medical staff came to the scene and took away Mo Mengchen, Adrian and the young woman.

As the person in charge of emergency response, Mo Mengchen informed the medical staff of the situation.

"Can I stop here? I still have something to do."

Mo Mengchen did not forget the trial training, in fact, he has been thinking about the trial training.

"Mr. Mo, are you a doctor?"

The nurse in the car didn't seem to have heard what he said, but instead asked curiously.

"It used to be."

"It's a pity that you are not a doctor. This is the first time I have seen such a beautiful treatment." The nurse praised.

"Adrian, he."

"He's fine, thanks to this former doctor." The nurse joked.

She looked at Mo Mengchen: "Thank you, you."

"Mo Mengchen." Mo Mengchen introduced himself simply.

"My name is Ephraim Orrena, and he is my brother, Adrian," she said.

When everything calmed down, Mo Mengchen had time to observe the people around him carefully.

Ephraim.

Interesting name, this is the first time Mo Mengchen has heard of someone taking this name, and it is actually a woman's name.

Although it sounds like a woman's name, Ephraim comes from the Hebrew (Efráyim), which is the name of Joseph's second son in Genesis.

"Are you an Israeli?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"No, why do you ask that?"

Seeing Ephraim's confused face, Mo Mengchen felt that he was thinking too much.

Some parents like to give their children silly names. For example, when he first arrived at the hospital, there was a little girl named Renliu who was an intern in the obstetrics and gynecology department.

The meaning of the name is very good, be kind to stay, or leave benevolence, etc., you can extend it however you want.

She happened to be an intern in the obstetrics and gynecology department. Because of this name, the little girl who had had good expectations for the obstetrics and gynecology department had no choice but to apply for transfer to the radiology department.

A name determines a life.

"You were once a doctor?" Ephraim asked.

"Don't use you, I'm only 22 years old." Mo Mengchen said.

"Okay, so what will I call you?"

"Mo."

"Mo, you said you used to be a doctor, so what did you do?"

"play basketball."

Ephraim's thinking became confused. How could a highly skilled doctor suddenly become a basketball player?

"Is there a big difference?"

"No, it's just a little accident."

This was the first time Mo Mengchen saw Ephraim's smile, and through this smile, he saw her face and figure.

How to describe Ephraim's appearance and figure?

Her face has the glamor and sex appeal of Monica Bellucci, and her big black eyes radiate melting heat from time to time. Just looking at this face, it seems that every inch is showing that "I am the only one in this world." The most beautiful woman".

Her figure, however, gave the opposite answer.

Facts have proved that there is only one coquettish bitch like Bellucci, and God sometimes has insufficient nutrition.

So, he gave Ephraim a Bellucci-level beauty and Kate Winslet's strong back.

Such a thick figure is really rare in women.

"Mo, what are you looking at?"

It's not that Ephraim hasn't been stared at by men.

But there is no man like Mo Mengchen, who seems to be studying a rare animal specimen, without a trace of obscene desire, just purely observing.

"I was just thinking about one thing."

"what's up?"

Mo Mengchen sighed lightly: "I guess I won't be able to catch up with today's trial training."

　In the previous chapter, the protagonist’s Purdue University graduation was written. This was actually a mistake of mine. Later, I learned that Purdue University does not have a medical school, so the protagonist’s graduation school is the University of Washington. Although it has been changed, in the published chapter, Uh, it is possible to label Purdue as "Purdue", so I didn't replace all of them, a small mistake, please forgive me.

　　
　
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