You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 347 Saved the wrong person?

"Spray!"

Counting today, this is the fourth day that Mo Mengchen has a cold, and the situation is still not improving. He is very likely to miss tonight's game.

At home tonight, they will face the Utah Jazz, the top of the Western Conference. This is a focus battle broadcast live across the United States.

The top-ranked teams in the East and West met for the first time this season, and it was highly anticipated. It was a pity that Mo Mengchen would miss this game with a high probability.

It is not impossible to play with a cold, but when a person is sick, all functions will decline, and the body's defense facilities will be damaged. In this case, if you engage in strenuous exercise, the chance of injury will increase, even though the opponent is the Jazz. A strong team, but this is just a regular season.

Whether their opponent is a Western Conference team that will eventually make it to the Finals, or a crane tail that will be lucky enough to draw the No. [-] pick a few months later, this is just a regular season.

Winning the Jazz does not multiply the victory by two. Therefore, if the cold does not improve, Mo Mengchen will choose a truce, and it is not his style to play with an injury.

"You look so weak."

It was the first time for Ephraim to see Mo Mengchen like this.

"If you had worked harder last night, I might have passed the cold to you, and it might have gotten better faster." Mo Mengchen joked.

Ephraim blushed and said, "Wouldn't I be sick then?"

"Compared to letting you take care of me, I would rather let me take care of you." Mo Mengchen said gently.

The moment of affection was broken by Medela's coughing.

"I didn't intend to disturb you, but boss, the old man you brought back to the hospital yesterday has relapsed. He is very uncomfortable and he doesn't want to be hospitalized. It's just that he can't leave the hospital because of his current condition." Madeira notified the hospital to her The news was conveyed to Mo Mengchen.

Such a change can be said to be accidental or not.

When Mo Mengchen watched it yesterday, he was in good health and there was nothing serious about it, but he was almost 70 years old, and his physical condition could not be compared with that of young people. In addition, those gangsters did not attack lightly or severely. What about internal injuries? (joke)

"I see."

Although Mo Mengchen really wanted to treat the old man himself—his name was Henry Devon—it was a pity that he had a cold and could not contact the patient.

"I'll go see him." Mo Mengchen decided to hand over the patient to Romien Olagundoye. With her current ability, it shouldn't be a problem.

Ephraim asked, "Aren't you resting at home? I asked for leave on your behalf."

"I'll be back soon." Mo Mengchen said.

"Okay, I learned a chocolate cake a few days ago, and I'll make it for you at noon."

please do not.
Mo Mengchen forced a laugh, knowing that he couldn't hide, but he wanted to find someone to back him up.

"It's boring to eat alone? Let Adrian join us."

"He will come back at night, and he will go to a classmate's house for dinner at noon"

The little kid escaped a disaster.

Mo Mengchen had to bear it alone, he changed his clothes and went out with Madeira.

In the car, Madeira reported the current situation of various departments.

After Google’s launch, the response it received was better than expected. Medela didn’t expect it to become such a hit: “With this momentum, our investment may return more than ten times.”

ten times?Google feels offended.

"How is Meijiayuan?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"It's the same, but it's not as popular as Google. After all, it's a newly established website." Madeira asked tentatively, "Maybe we can find some celebrities to endorse in the advertisement."

Mo Mengchen suddenly had a bad idea: "What do you think of Charles Barkley?"

"Barkley?"

A horrifying scene appeared in Madeira's mind: Buckley was wearing bright clothes and shot a group of advertisements, then poisoned the users of Meilijiayuan one after another, and an epoch-making dating website was stillborn.

"Also, Facebook and that video site have already developed a fifth."

Madeira will never know where Mo Mengchen came up with these wonderful ideas, "The two Mr. Ma in mainland China are also going very well."

"Very good." Mo Mengchen said rarely, "Thank you for your hard work."

Madeira is his nominal assistant, but what she does is the work of the chief executive officer. These things are basically operated by her on the front line, looking for talents, and Mo Mengchen is only responsible for appropriating funds.

Even so, she has no complaints.

She does work very hard.

Mo Mengchen is suddenly so considerate, which moved Medela very much. It seems that a cold can really change people. If so, every winter in the future, she will pray to God every day to make Mo Mengchen seriously ill.

Soon, they arrived at Saint Lucifer.

"Notify the team for me, just say that I have a cold and continue to truce tonight." Mo Mengchen said before getting out of the car.

He wrapped his body tightly in a coat, and a warm scarf closed his neck, so that no trace of cold air could enter his body.

Madeira responded: "I see."

Mo Mengchen entered the hospital, put on a white uniform, and kept a certain distance from patients and medical staff.

Olagundoye took the initiative to come to him and explain the situation: "Henry Devin, 67 years old."

"Tell me something I don't know." Mo Mengchen interrupted him.

"He wanted to leave the hospital last night, broke the water glass, had multiple cuts on his body, bleeding profusely"

"I actually wasted one night rescuing such a guy back?" Mo Mengchen suddenly regretted.

Romien comforted: "At least you saved a life."

Mo Mengchen said indifferently: "Some people's lives are worse than shit."

"Why did he leave?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Romijn said: "He seems to have missed his family's wedding, he wanted to go home and get the tuxedo for the wedding."

"A relative's wedding? On the eve of the wedding, he almost froze to death on the street because of drunkenness, and he still wants to attend the wedding?" Mo Mengchen felt more and more that he had done something stupid.

Mo Mengchen and Romien chatted about Henry Devon all the way, and came to the intensive care unit together.

Originally, he only needed to stay in the hospital for one more day of observation before he could leave, but now he has turned into this.

He woke up.

"Henry, this is Doctor Mo. He saved you last night." Romien introduced to Devon.

He wanted to thank him, but Mo Mengchen stopped him.

"I regret what happened last night, because I rescued an alcoholic who no one cared about and a patient who only caused trouble." Mo Mengchen said, "You are not my patient, you are her patient, but you are very lucky , although her level is not high, she can almost be said to be our best intern, congratulations, she has fallen into the hands of an intern."

Devon naturally knew Mo Mengchen, who was living in Detroit, who didn't know Mo Mengchen?

He was powerless to refute Mo Mengchen's criticism: "I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

"In order to prevent this old man from running around again, I suggest that you find someone to go to his house and help him get that damn tuxedo." Mo Mengchen glanced at Devon, this matter requires his consent, "You can see ?"

Devon said, "Thank you."

Because of a cold, Mo Mengchen deliberately kept a distance from Devon, and he would not stay in the ward for too long.

Mo Mengchen and Romien walked out of the intensive care unit. At this moment, a man and a woman came.

The man had been looking at Mo Mengchen, and he recognized it, but, maybe because he was in a bad mood, he didn't show any excitement.

He looks relatively straight, with a standard European and American male face, and a white man who looks like this is generally not ugly.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Romijn asked politely.

The man spoke first: "I got a call about my dad, I heard he's here."

"Who is your father?"

"Henry Devon."

Before Romien could tell about Devon's situation, he first said, "I don't need to see him, I just want to make sure he's okay."

Romien glanced at Devon in the intensive care unit and said, "You don't want to see him?"

The woman accompanying the man said, "No, we want to see him."

"Come with me." Romien brought the couple into the intensive care unit.

Mo Mengchen didn't follow him inside. He caught a cold, and the intensive care unit was closed. A person with a cold is like a pathogen. If he stays in a closed space for long enough, it can turn the place into a source of pollution.

At this time, we have to learn from the Japanese spirit of "Don't trouble others even if you commit suicide", and stay where it is cool and where there is no one.

However, Mo Mengchen did not leave, he was watching outside.

Romijn took the man and woman into the intensive care unit.

"Henry, how do you feel?" The woman spoke first.

Devon knew her, it was his son's new wife Isa Fleming, no, maybe she should be called Isa Devon or Isa Mann now.

Devon's son is named Michael, but he didn't give Michael a good childhood.

Many things happened to Michael, and he hated his father because of it. He took his mother's surname, and on all occasions, he introduced himself: "Hi, my name is Michael Mann."

But if he really hated me so much, why didn't he change his name too?
Michael is mine.

Devon was very weak. He looked at his son and daughter-in-law and said, "You should go and see the guys I encountered last night. There were three of them. They were unscathed. Thanks to Dor.Mo, he is a good man."

Isa glanced at her husband, hoping he would say something.

Michael has been silent all the time, like a volcano waiting to erupt. No one knows when he will erupt and what kind of disaster it will bring.

"Sorry, Michael, I know you had a hard time yesterday," Devon said.

At this time, Yisha's husband, Devon's son, said indifferently: "I have spent many yesterdays, Dad."

Isa "Michael" tries to suppress her husband's anger.

Romijn stepped forward and said: "He is very weak now, I can only give you a few minutes."

(End of this chapter)