You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 18 Are You a Devil?
Parton used Mo Mengchen's rescue at the airport to make him a celebrity in Detroit.

Media interviews, reporters' questions, compliments from the hospital, plus his claim to be a basketball player, this style is simply too suitable for Detroit.

Detroit is not only the city of cars, the city of crime, but also a city that advocates sports very much.

The four major professional leagues in North America, Detroit has teams, and they are all in the city. The sports atmosphere here is extremely enthusiastic.

"I hope the team can keep Mo, he is a very good guy."

"I don't know why, Isaiah Thomas has retired for two fucking years, and Grant Hill, a nobleman, has come to our corner to play for a season. Why do people still think that our team is all bad guys?"

"It's those shameful white-collar workers looking down on blue-collar workers!"

Mo Mengchen knew in advance that there was a reporter who wanted to interview, and Patton spread the matter, expanding the influence of this matter was exactly what he wanted.

Anyway, the trial training will definitely not catch up, so it is better to use this opportunity to become famous.

Because Mo Mengchen handled it promptly and properly, Adrian was out of danger that day.

"I really don't know how to thank you."

Ephraim was at a loss in front of Mo Mengchen. She felt that she owed the other party a great favor, but the other party didn't seem to need her to do anything.

He's a basketball player and an excellent doctor.

"Your brother is fine. You should go back and have a good rest. He will be discharged from the hospital in a few days."

Mo Mengchen has seen countless family members of patients, and he is very calm in dealing with them.

Today's business has been done, and he wants to leave.

"If there is nothing else, I have to go first." Mo Mengchen said, "I have already delayed a lot of time."

"Please wait."

Ephraim stopped Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen looked back at her: "Is there anything else?"

She took out a business card from her body: "In the future, if you need advice on legal issues, please call me."

"Thank you."

"Goodbye."

Mo Mengchen accepted her business card.

As soon as he left the hospital, Patton's call came.

"One good news and one bad news!"

"Go ahead."

"Detroit has decided to give you a one-on-one workout tomorrow."

"What about the bad news?"

"Their team doctor didn't believe the reports we gave."

"so?"

"After you finish your trial training tomorrow, he will take you to take a CT scan."

Mo Mengchen can easily judge Detroit's attitude towards him through two pieces of news.

There should be something about him that impressed them, and with today's news, he has become a little popular in Detroit, and they need a positive image.

From the fact that they drafted Hill, it can be seen that they are tired of the bad boy label and they want to make the world see a change.

Therefore, it is not enough to bring an elegant nobleman like Hill to the Motor City, they also need a doctor who can easily save a life at the airport.

As for the CT examination, as Patton said, it should be a question raised by the team doctor.

This is normal, no doctor will believe that a knee that has suffered 3 ACL tears can still show a completely healthy physical condition at the time of examination, which is unscientific.

He didn't believe it either, but he couldn't find a reasonable explanation so far.

Maybe, there are some things that look healthy on the outside, but fragile on the inside?

Is this the so-called external strength?

Mo Mengchen chose a hotel to stay.

After taking a shower, Mo Mengchen kicked the hotel bed sheet to the floor and replaced it with the one he brought.

Before going to bed, he turned on the system and stretched out his hand to swipe around on it.

The three trials and the emergency treatment of Adrian gave him 3500 points. These points are not enough to provide attributes. At most, it can be increased by 1 point, which is not very meaningful.

These days have been running around, Mo Mengchen rarely turned on the system to watch carefully.

Although it is relatively busy today, apart from the first aid to Adrian, there is nothing to do at all.

He first opened the doctor template.

Even though he hasn't had any surgery for several months, his attributes haven't dropped at all, and all attributes are full.

Moreover, on the skill box, all five skill boxes are full.

Mo Mengchen then switched to the player template.

The skill box doesn't have a single skill.

He swiped the system, and suddenly found an option called "Achievement Wall".

He opened the achievement wall.

There are too many achievements here, and he has only completed the achievement of "attending a trial training" now.

He looked at the achievement wall. Apart from the highest-level honors and out-of-reach statistics, the easiest achievement for him now is "selected in the draft."

draft pick

Reward: 3000 attribute points, a fixed initial skill.

Fixed initial skills?
Mo Mengchen magnified the word, then swiped it again, and an explanation appeared.

Fixed initial skills: cannot be disassembled after being equipped.

Concise and concise, Mo Mengchen understood.

There must be many skills, but there are only five skill boxes. That is to say, some skills cannot be disassembled after being equipped, while some skills can be disassembled.

"Yes, very reasonable."

Mo Mengchen never thought that with this system, he could score like Jordan, dunk like O'Neal, and smash Huashan like James.
This is unrealistic, even if he thought about it, his knees would not agree.

He hoped that he would be lucky and just give him a good skill that would come in handy.

This is a fixed skill, if you get a bad skill at that time.
With this in mind, Mo Mengchen turned off the computer, closed his eyes, and hummed the tune of "Some Dreams" softly, which is his unique way of hypnosis. (Note: A heart-warming British song "Some Dreams")
With the light and slow tune, he gradually became sleepy, thinking of nothing, his consciousness gradually blurred, and the tune disappeared.

His soul waved his hand and flew to dreamland.

The next day, Mo Mengchen rushed to the Henry Ford Training Center in time.

This is his first one-on-one trial training. Although the Spurs also sent him a trial training invitation, he didn't want to go.

One-on-one workouts are a treat for those top picks.

The team holding the top five draft picks sacrificed a season's integrity in exchange for this precious pick. They all hope that with a season of humiliation, they will bring the team a real man.

Of course, once the team is successful, there are only a few real candidates every year. If they are unlucky and encounter a draft with no real candidates at all, those teams will cry.

Mo Mengchen has no draft status now, but got two commitments through three trial trainings.

In addition to those regular body sides, Mo Mengchen also conducted several tests today.

one-on-one test;

two-on-two test;
And the five-on-five test.

High specification, high standard.

In order to test his true level, Cheney specially found players from his affiliated leagues to come and practice with him, and some assistants from players also participated.

In the five-on-five confrontation test, Mo Mengchen played a full three games.

After three games, he averaged 8 points, 7 rebounds and 8 assists per game.

"Very consistent performance."

Doug Collins goes behind the scenes to witness the process.

Beside him is the entire teaching assistant team.

Chief assistant Joe Lynch said: "His decision-making is impressive, and he always makes the most correct choice."

"He's solid, but it's also a testament to how much he cares about his feathers," said another assistant, John Cerra.

Lynch smiled lightly: "If I had his injury history, I would cherish myself more than him. Besides, he didn't work because he was worried about getting injured. He played very hard, but we can all feel it. It's not his full strength, he's got his energy in a good spot."

"No, no, the real question is that the intensity of the official game is far more intense than it is now. At that time, he needs to provide higher concentration and energy than now. Can he do it? He is willing to risk injury for the team. Risk playing desperately?"

Still from the advice of the assistant coach, Farren Foster expressed his point of view.

Serra and he formed a common camp: "Yes, this is my biggest concern. We don't see any fighting spirit in him."

Collins was watching them argue, not interrupting, not expressing opinions, as if listening, but Lynch knew he had made up his mind.

If Collins hadn't decided to let Mo Mengchen participate in the trial training, today's one-on-one trial training would never have happened.

He was the first person to fall in love with Mo Mengchen.

"Everyone, what you say makes sense."

Assistant coach Dane Stanton came out to smooth things over: "If the pick in our hands is the top five picks, it really deserves a serious discussion."

"We have four draft picks this year, none of which are very high positions. We need wings, we need guards, we need a backup insider, and what we want is not a superstar."

Stanton said: "Mo's advantage lies in his height. It is very rare for his height to be suitable for the No. [-] position. If we need to find a substitute for Lynch and Joe, he is very suitable. He has a big picture. With leadership, I am very relieved to hand over the second team to him."

"Besides, he has no draft prospects. Therefore, we can definitely take him in the second round or initiate a trade to get a late draft pick."

"That's what we're going to discuss today."

"Where are we going to take him?"

"Wait a minute, didn't Sir Wise think there was something wrong with his inspection report?" Serra said. "If he lied, I don't think we should consider him."

"Just now, he and Mo went to a nearby hospital for a CT scan, and the results will come out soon."

——Looking at the CT image of Mo Mengchen, Wise stared and said one by one: "Impossible!"

"This is impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"Is there a problem?"

Mo Mengchen asked.

The way Wise looked at Mo Mengchen had changed.

How can someone with 3 ACL tears have such healthy knees?
"Mo, are you a devil?"

Wise said in panic.

(End of this chapter)