You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 289 Scorpio

In addition to selecting Bobby Jackson with the nineteenth overall pick, the Pistons also traded Rick Mahon and the No. Pollard.

One Jackson, one Pollard, these two are high-quality players who have played in the NBA for many years.

There is one more thing to be concerned about, and that is Stephen Jackson's movements.

Because the Pistons did not have a place for him, Mo Mengchen chose to let go of this legacy, and in the end, he fell into the hands of the Portland Trail Blazers.

This also seemed to be slightly different from what Mo Mengchen remembered.

In his memory, Stephen Jackson should be selected by the Nets, because his first season started with the Nets. (Actually, he was selected by the Suns, then abandoned by the team, and wandered overseas for many years)
This change has caused a small wave to Mo Mengchen, because Stephen Jackson is just a shooting star in the long history of the NBA in the 21st century. When he retires, most of the new generation of fans will not remember him.

He is not the kind of player who can control the situation, so Mo Mengchen didn't think about anything and concentrated on preparing for the speech in a few days.

Yoder Town Hall

The Surgical Medical Summit is held here, many doctors will give speeches on the stage, and many big names in the medical field have come here.

Although Mo Mengchen is a new star in the medical field, but his ambition is not here, he is almost in a semi-retired state, because he only works part-time in St. Lucifer Hospital, and he may give up this position at any time.

In fact, there is still a long time before Mo Mengchen gives up this part-time job. He needs attribute points, especially during the offseason.

On the offseason, Mo Mengchen performed surgeries more frequently than some full-time doctors.

In order to become stronger, this is the price he has to pay.

He believes that there are still many ways to get attribute points, but a part-time doctor is definitely the most convenient. This is a job he has done all his life, and he is too familiar with it.

"Mo, I am very happy and sad to see that you are still working as a doctor. Your talent should not be buried in the basketball court."

Seth Michaels, the dean of Mayo Medical Center, the best hospital in the world, recognized him, and Mo Mengchen looked a little more mature than before.

However, Michaels has not changed much compared to two years ago.

"It's just because of helplessness. I also want to break away from the medical profession. Maybe there is some kind of evil relationship in the world."

Mo Mengchen smiled helplessly.

Michaels said: "Don't say that, even if this job only takes up a little of your time, you still saved countless lives. Even in the cold Mingzhou, I have heard the legend of 100% doctors."

In front of the old leader, Mo Mengchen shook his head again and again, so modest that Sivers couldn't believe that this person was the one who annoyed her all the time, and thought that he was the boss and the second was the little brother.

"How was your speech prepared?" Michaels asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "It's almost there, I can barely go on stage."

"You have to be more rigorous, the old guys present are very picky." Michaels urged.

This Mo Mengchen naturally understands that the older the old pedants, the less likely they are to see bugs. As long as they appear, even if the bug is harmless, they will demote your paper to nothing.

This is the War of the Intellectuals
Intellectuals include all walks of life. Since ancient times, there are no more than two types of wars. The war of words begins with: "You are rubbish" or "You plagiarized."

If it's a quarrel, it's normal to roll up your sleeves and fight on the spot.

The host simply said a few words, everyone is a cultural person, and they don’t beat around the bush. After all, it takes at least 15 minutes to finish a paper.

Mo Mengchen doesn't like to procrastinate, he expects his thesis to be finished in about 16 minutes.

Then, new stars in the industry, or some big cows who have just finished their new works, came to the stage to give speeches one after another.

The decibels of applause at the end of a presentation can indicate the quality of a paper.

Mo Mengchen waited. I don't know if it was an official arrangement. His speech order was second to last. There are ten people in total who are going to speak on stage.

Three and a half hours passed.

Mo Mengchen just rested with his eyes closed at first, and then accidentally fell asleep.

When it was his turn, Sievers hit him three times before waking him up.

"It's your turn." Sivers encouraged, "Go up and kill them all!"

"A thesis has no strength or weakness, let alone a spike." Mo Mengchen rubbed his eyes.

"Next, Dor.Mo from St. Lucifer's Hospital will be invited to give a speech. The title of his thesis is"

It can be clearly seen that the expressions of the doctors present are shocked.

Some of the eight people in front of Mo Mengchen spoke well, and some spoke poorly, but none of them was exciting or exciting.

Mo Mengchen, or Dor.Mo, this name is enough to make the doctors here pay attention.

In the past two years, he has performed [-] operations as the attending doctor at St. Lucifer Hospital, and none of them failed.

Some people said that he chose some low-difficulty operations, but some people quickly found those very difficult operations to refute.

These operations all have a characteristic, often not more than five hours.

This is a doctor who never fails,

Countless terminally ill people want to be the doctor he chooses even if they break their heads.
A medical superstar who takes basketball as a side job,

Wearing a suit for the first time, stood in front of a crowd and delivered his speech.

Only two years later, the old stubborn who scolded Fang Qiu in the country and pointed out the country was just like the group of old scholars sitting in front of him who were ready to criticize.

Regardless of whether Mo Mengchen admits it or not, due to the influence of the environment, he has become a completely different person from his previous life.

"In order to explore the clinical application of minimally invasive incisions in cardiac surgery, our hospital performed open-heart surgery with small incisions on 226 patients"

As soon as Mo Mengchen opened his mouth, he caught everyone's attention.

The old pedants at the scene couldn't believe that this was a young man making his debut. He had never given a speech on such a stage before, but he didn't look nervous at all, relaxed and relaxed, as if this was not some serious medical summit, but his personal concert.

Past life experiences become treasures for the present moment.

Mo Mengchen regarded these Taishan Beidou in the medical field as those stunned students.

16 minutes passed and he just finished.

Not bad for a second.

After entering the questioning session, unprecedented fluctuations appeared on the scene, and more than a dozen people got up to ask questions.

Mo Mengchen answered one by one. His speech time was only 16 minutes, but the question time exceeded 30 minutes.

There was thunderous applause when he stepped off the stage.

Sievers couldn't take his eyes away at all, this man was a star no matter where he was.

"Next, I will invite Yavi Tefdanla, the president of Tefdanla Pharmaceutical Company, to give a speech for everyone."

Just as Mo Mengchen sat down, the name shocked him.

"Tefdanla?"

Mo Mengchen's first reaction was that this company hasn't closed down yet?

In the Ephraim lawsuit last time, Mo Mengchen's behind-the-scenes actions severely damaged Tefdanla's vitality. They stopped the development of new drugs and began to specialize in medical equipment.

"They recently developed a device for surgical heart surgery, and many medical school professors are raving about their new device," Sievers explained.

So, is he trying to promote their new device at the Surgical Summit?

Isn't this summit one of the most senior medical conferences in the world?how to allow this
Mo Mengchen thought half of it, and suddenly felt that it was not so difficult to understand, no one would have trouble with money.

But why is this guy dragging his presentation to the end?

Yavi came on stage, and this new instrument was Tefdanla's last chance to stand up. He spent a lot of money to get himself into this position and introduce this instrument in front of so many experts.

Yawei didn't know what Mo Mengchen was doing behind the scenes, he just felt that if Ephraim hadn't persisted to the end, then all subsequent things would not have happened.

He still doesn't know why Tefudanla turned from a rights defender into an unscrupulous businessman producing harmful drugs overnight.

The incident cost Tefdanla his foothold in the pharmaceutical world.

Yawei is not willing to give up, nor is he willing to spend the rest of his life with the remaining wealth. He wants to achieve a career, and this is his opportunity.

“I have benefited a lot from listening to your speeches today,”

Yawei smiled and said, "What I want to do is not a speech, and I am not a doctor. Thanks to the support of Yale School of Medicine, I am able to introduce our company's latest products to you on this stage."

Yavi took out an instrument that looked like a water gun from a sterile box.

"It's called Scorpio." Yawei said proudly, "It's the latest medical device developed by our company. It has not been put into use yet. Its main purpose is mitral valve replacement. Many professors of medical schools think it is a heart surgery. s future."

"We all know that Dr. Mo has the best technology in the world, and his operations never fail, but there is only one Dor.Mo in the world."

Yawei looked at Mo Mengchen proudly: "With the Scorpio, surgeons no longer need superb skills, they only need a tiny incision, and then align the Scorpio to the position, and then..."

Yavi pulled the trigger on the Scorpius.

"Just this one, no other steps, any doctor can do it."

In the last sentence, Yawei bit his voice hard, and he was still looking at Mo Mengchen.

"That is to say, as long as he masters Scorpio, any surgeon can perform heart surgery like Dor.Mo?"

It takes two people to sing the oboe.

At this moment, a doctor stood up and asked a question.

"They're targeting you at all!" Sievers was furious.

"Yes."

Yawei nodded with a smile and continued to demonstrate to Mo Mengchen.

"Human beings have limits. No matter how good the technology is, there will be mistakes."

"However, technology is constantly developing. Scorpio has a one-ten-thousandth precision and will hardly fail."

Mo Mengchen suddenly turned to Sievers, who was blushing with anger, "I heard that there will be a discussion session and a live broadcast of the surgery in the future?"

"Yes, here the surgical dissertation of acting will be performed, and some patients who volunteer to undergo the experiment will be screened by those doctors who want to perform the operation. Provide better treatment options in the future."

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "I'm curious about what will happen next."

——My name is Mo Mengchen, and I am a time traveler. I have worked hard for the past two years and strived to be the best. Today, I wanted to use the advantage of the time traveler to pretend to be aggressive in front of these mortals, but was destroyed by someone. You say, what should I do?
(End of this chapter)