You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 339 Lost business

The Pistons defeated the Bulls in the Christmas game and achieved a two-game winning streak against the opponent in the regular season.

This is an exciting victory, because the last time the Pistons won two consecutive victories against the Bulls, it dates back to seven years ago, which was the last darkness before the arrival of the Bulls dynasty.

The Pistons that brought them a two-game losing streak in the regular season included the Smiling Assassin, Bill Laimbeer, and Rodman, who had a normal mind and tried his best to win without much negative news.

Seven years have passed, and many new fans have almost forgotten this history.

Most of the fans who have grown up in the past seven years only remember the Bulls' suppression of the Pistons and how Jordan acted recklessly in the Palace of Auburn Hills. They have no interest in reviewing the games of the year through old game videos.

During the most important festival of the year, players can only play games and cannot spend Christmas Eve with their families.

Fortunately, the Pistons won the ball tonight, which is the greatest consolation for them.

"I'll go home and if my girlfriend isn't asleep I'll give her a hug and have a Christmas supper."

Mo Mengchen joked with the reporter.

After the press conference, Mo Mengchen said goodbye to his teammates, walked to the parking lot, drove, and left alone.

However, instead of going home directly, he took a turn outside.

Snowmen piled up by children can be seen everywhere on the side of the road. They have different shapes, some of them look very mocking, and they are full of children's bad taste.

At this time, it began to snow again.

A steady stream of snowflakes wove a shimmering curtain, falling slowly towards the earth, obscuring everything, and covering everything with a foamy snowflake.The whole city was silent, and all the sounds were buried by the harsh winter, except for the rustling of snowflakes falling, which was subtle and erratic, not so much a sound as a feeling, this small and slight movement seemed to fill the air. It covered the entire universe and covered the entire land of the world.

During this most important festival of the year, Mo Mengchen was distracted looking at the flying snowflakes.

Some pictures flashed in his mind, some pictures that he deliberately ignored.

car accident.

The car accident that happened to Mo Mengchen, he would always think of it inadvertently.

Just some pictures, because he won't go deep into the memory.

Those memories didn't belong to him, and he didn't want to recall them. They obviously had nothing to do with him, but when he thought of those things, there would always be an inexplicable colic in his heart.

"Damn it, I must be hungry, and I'm thinking wildly again."

Mo Mengchen was about to leave when his cell phone rang.

Compared with the later smartphones, the size of the mobile phone in this era is like a big brother of the underworld. It has no culture, but it looks vigorous enough.

"Hey?"

"Mo, where are you?"

It's Noah Severs.

Mo Mengchen said: "I just finished the game, what's wrong?"

"There was a serious car accident on Highway 201. Now a large number of injured people are being sent to St. Lucifer. Can you come over? We are short of manpower!"

It happens to be Christmas!

These unlucky ones!
"I should be able to refuse you." Mo Mengchen did not have this obligation.

"You can." Sievers said so, but if Mo Mengchen really refused, she would be very disappointed.

Do I care how she feels?I just finished the game now, I am very tired, go back to the hospital to help?That would most likely be an all-night struggle.

Sievers called him, explaining that there were a large number of injured people. On Christmas Eve, more than half of the doctors went back to their hometowns for the holiday, and only some local staff stayed on duty.

If he doesn't come to help, they probably won't be able to handle it.

"damn it!"

Think of it as attribute points!Anyway, there is no game tomorrow.

Mo Mengchen made a turn where he would be stopped if he was spotted by the police, and drove towards St. Lucifer at full speed.

Mo Mengchen ran into the hospital, and Sievers stood at the gate.

"What if I don't come?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"I knew you would come." Sievers handed over the white coat he had taken in advance to Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen took it, put it on quickly, and walked in.

At first glance, it was full of blood.

There was blood on the face, blood on the hands, and blood on the feet, and some of them were dying.

Mo Mengchen quickly found a wounded person who needed surgery, and a fruit knife was inserted into his chest: "What's going on?"

"He was peeling apples in the car when the accident happened," the nurse explained.

Mo Mengchen checked and said: "The vital signs are stable, give him 10 mg of morphine!"

Then, Mo Mengchen gently cut open his clothes, and his chest appeared in front of his eyes, and he saw what others couldn't see.

He has a pair of special eyes, which have helped Mo Mengchen many times during surgery and games. He can see incisions that others cannot see, and he can see vision that ordinary people cannot see. The same is true on the court. .

"It was almost inserted into the heart. It is a miracle that there was no pericardial perforation!" Mo Mengchen ordered, "Fix the knife and slowly transfer it to the operating room. Be careful not to touch the wound!"

Mo Mengchen saw Olagundoye and called out to her, "Romeen, go for that operation!"

"Am I alone?" Olagundoye was surprised.

Mo Mengchen raised his head: "I really want to take care of you for the rest of my life, but I can't."

Olagundoje quickly followed the nurse.

It was a mess here, friction took over a lot of work in the emergency room, the manpower was too tight, he couldn't leave at all, so he could only stay outside to help.

But his arrival speeded up the efficiency, and some emergency room doctors were surprised by his handling.

"He is like an old doctor who has been in the emergency room for more than ten years, so experienced!"

Mo Mengchen didn't have the time to listen to these compliments. Every second of delay, someone's injury would worsen, and his nerves were highly tense.

Mo Mengchen arrived at the hospital at one o'clock in the morning, and by the time he finished all these things, it was already 05:30 in the morning.

He didn't sleep all night, which would greatly affect his biological clock, and a professional player needs to have an extremely standard work and rest time.

Tonight he broke.

However, this sudden first aid tonight also allowed him to get 4000 attribute points. This is the first time he has gotten so many attribute points in the hospital.

Olagundoye looked exhausted. She completed two operations and successfully rescued two patients.

Hearing the news, Mo Mengchen nodded and said, "That's right, I'll give you 60 points."

"Only 60 points?" The nurse was shocked.

It was only a few days later that Olagundoye found out that the full score of the US Medical Licensing Examination is 60 points.

This matter is like many inspirational articles that like to use Einstein's elementary school mathematics score of 1 in Germany as an example, saying that such a great scientist as Einstein was once a scumbag.

Looks inspiring doesn't it?

The truth is that Einstein went to elementary school, and a score of 1 in the math test was a perfect score!

Mo Mengchen walked to Sievers' office. He hoped that the old woman would be more sensible and prepare breakfast, otherwise, his vicious mouth would be uncontrollable.

After working hard all night, you don't even give me breakfast?
Fortunately, Sievers is more up-to-date.

"Surprise? I've prepared a hearty breakfast for you. Hurry up and go back to sleep." Sievers prepared a bunch of junk food.

It's not yet six o'clock, so it's unrealistic to expect her to conjure up a table of delicacies.

Mo Mengchen accepted these junk food, he is tired and hungry now, he just wants to eat and sleep.

"Are you tired?" Sievers asked.

The word "very" cannot accurately express my exhaustion.

I'm so fucking tired!
"A little bit." Mo was holding on, eating breakfast slowed down, tiredness overcame hunger, and he wanted to sleep even more.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have violated the agreement, you don't actually have to come." Sivers offered to apologize.

I accept your apology, can you please stand up from your seat?I want to sleep on your sofa.

Mo Mengchen stared at Sievers' sofa, his eyes seemed to be plotting evil.

"You don't need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong, I came here voluntarily." Mo Mengchen quickly finished his breakfast, walked up to Sievers, and held out his hand.

Sievers was stunned: "What?"

"What do you think?" Mo Mengchen asked.

how could I know?Sievers took his hand in confusion.

Mo Mengchen pulled her up from the sofa vigorously: "I have requisitioned your sofa!"

"Don't you think it's dirty?"

Every time Mo Mengchen came here, she would complain up and down, from her dress to the layout of the room, from the degree of sunlight exposure to the quality of the environment, the sofa is naturally doomed.

He was already asleep.

After playing a very competitive match, and then having surgery all night, Mo Mengchen destroyed his biological clock, affected his work and rest, and might lose weight because of it. The reward he got was 4000 attribute points.

This is definitely a loss-making business.

Looking at the man in front of him who was exhausted and couldn't even say a bad word, Sievers said softly, "Thank you, Mo."

Then, she walked outside the office and hung a sign saying "Break, Do Not Disturb" on the door.

(End of this chapter)