You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 359 Extremely Professional and Calm

In New York, drivers typically fall into three broad categories: the ones who talk the whole way, those who declare a cynical stance through silent driving, and the ones who constantly describe this or that passenger they encountered to de-stress themselves in pure narrative.

It just so happened that today, Mo Mengchen and the others met a driver who liked to talk nonsense, and he liked to talk nonsense. It was sad that they had to let it go.

What's more damning is that New York has not been very peaceful recently. The political parties attacked each other and caused a lot of scandals, which hurt the interests of free people.

How to solve the harm to the interests?Parade!
Being a taxi driver means drifting through urban traffic all day long, which inevitably leads to conflicts with other drivers (such activities usually lead to heart attacks and out-of-control verbal abuse).

Drivers are chronically nervous and hate all dog-like creatures.It was an attitude that convinced anyone involved in the trendy radical movement that all taxi drivers were sexually inclined.

wrong!In fact, the taxi driver was not interested in ideological issues at all: he hated the demonstrations, not because of their political leanings, but because of the traffic jams they caused.

"These idlers can find a bitch to have a good time, anyway, things will not improve in the slightest." The driver's complaints appeared again and again.

Once this kind of guy who likes to talk nonsense encounters this kind of thing, they will not choose to shut up, but will put the energy that they usually use to talk nonsense into complaining about these things.

With his eloquence, Mo Mengchen has every reason to believe that he will continue to complain about this matter for a long time to come.

"You say, when can these idlers stop these fucking behaviors and do something down-to-earth? The human elimination plan is really necessary!" The driver's anger has risen to an anti-human level.

Hill comforted the driver as he usually comforts the players on the team; "Relax, we are not in a hurry."

"But damn, I'm in a hurry!" the driver said angrily, "Every minute and every second is money!"

Besides dad, who else can yell at mom like that?

Mo Mengchen, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, not only did not help Hill stand out, but instead helped the driver and said, "That's right, I now know why there are more and more cases of unsuccessful persuasion to commit suicide."

It's fine if Mo Mengchen doesn't help, he's still talking sarcasticly, and brought up the topic of suicide
"Why?" Hill regretted it as soon as he asked, why did he extend this boring topic?
Mo Mengchen turned the topic to Hill, and asked Alan Houston, who was unclear and unwilling to understand the situation: "Alan, if Grant wants to commit suicide, how would you persuade him?"

"Are you sure you want me to persuade him?" Houston was very self-aware, "I'm afraid of forcing him to death."

Hill said loudly: "I am strong!"

"Then come on." Mo Mengchen assumed, "For example, Grant led us to the finals this year, but he was blown away by Jazz's Brian Russell in the finals!"

"That's impossible!" Hill strongly objected.

Houston also said: "Yes, how could that guy beat Grant?"

Mo Mengchen continued: "Because they have Karl Malone, we struggled to drag the game to the last ten seconds of Game [-] under the leadership of Alan Houston. Grant still has a chance to save this season."

After hearing that "we were struggling to drag the game to the last ten seconds of Game [-] under the leadership of Alan Houston", Houston immediately turned around and said solemnly: "It seems that this thing is indeed very likely to happen."

"Impossible!" Hill objected sternly.

Mo Mengchen continued to make an analogy; "It's a pity that Grant was soft and was intercepted by Russell. We lost the championship because of this. His performance was disappointing. The team decided to trade him, but no team wanted him. We had to lay him off, his career failed, Tamia ran away with another man, his parents kicked him out of the house, we all broke up with him, and he lost everything overnight."

Hill didn't expect Mo Mengchen to be so vicious: "I won't let these things happen!"

"Then he wants to commit suicide." Mo Mengchen said, "I'm too lazy to let him die, but Alan Houston relented."

"That's right, I'm soft-hearted!" Houston said.

Hill continued to object, but no one cared about his opinion.

Even the driver had to say, "That's a good story."

"Daddy is a genius!"

"Father can become a screenwriter!"

The two first-year licking dogs were only focused on licking, without paying any attention to Hill's feelings.

After Mo Mengchen finished talking about the background and the cause and effect of the story, he finally threw the question to Houston: "Now, how do you persuade this good-for-nothing to change his mind?"

"I'm not a waste!" Hill seemed to have become a transparent person, and no one cared about his opinion.

Houston became serious, let himself enter the scene, and looked directly at Hill: "Grant, think about your parents, it's not easy for them to raise you so big!"

Hill was expressionless: "Dad said, they kicked me out of the house."

"So they shouldn't care about my life or death."

Houston's face changed: "Damn it, what about your girlfriend? Don't you think about her?"

The resentment on Hill's face could almost fill the earth. He stared at Mo Mengchen and said, "This vicious bastard said that Tamia ran away with someone!"

"Then you won't chase him back? You're a man!" Houston was very involved.

It's really time for Spike Lee to see Houston's acting skills. As long as he sees Houston's acting skills, the leading actor in "Heads Up" should be replaced, right?
Hill said in frustration: "I failed so badly in the story, how could Tamia look at me again?"

"Yes, so he followed another Jordan's successor, and Penny fished her away." Mo Mengchen made amends.

Hill was furious: "You are too much!"

"It's just a hypothesis." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston continued: "Then don't you miss us? They don't want you, we want you!"

"Are you sure? The team cut me off, who would want me? My setting is mortal!" Hill looked at Mo Mengchen angrily, "You are too vicious!"

Mo Mengchen then asked: "Did you find the problem, Alan?"

"What question?" Houston asked back.

"If he wants to commit suicide, he must have experienced all kinds of pain and despair of life, but you use his family and girlfriend to persuade him to turn around. Hasn't he considered this issue?" Mo Mengchen said, "If I were Grant , I will feel that I have become like this, these people still care about the parents who abandoned me? Abandoned my girlfriend? Then I really can only die. "

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Mo Mengchen said to Hill: "So it's not right for you to ask Mr. Driver to calm down a bit. You didn't understand his troubles. You just added fuel to the fire."

"If someone commits suicide in Detroit in the future, you must not show up. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." Mo Mengchen said that Hill's face was blue and blue.

Dumas interrupted: "The problem now is that half an hour has passed and we haven't even advanced a meter."

"Is the parade so huge? Can it block the entire street?" Mo Mengchen asked.

The driver was also surprised: "Causing traffic jams has violated the law. It stands to reason that the patrol police should disperse this group of people as soon as possible. Why is the traffic jam getting worse?"

At this time, a patrolman drove slowly on a police motorcycle, holding a loud voice and asked, "There is a car accident ahead! Is there a doctor here?"

Hearing this news, Mo Mengchen's first reaction was to open the car door.

"Open the trunk!" he yelled at the driver.

The driver's mind was blank, and he walked out of the car and opened the trunk.

Mo Mengchen opened the luggage, there was a medical insurance in it, and said to his teammates in the car: "Those who are not afraid of blood, those who are courageous, and those who are not worried about not being able to sleep or eat in the next few days, come with me!"

"I'm afraid of blood!" Houston exclaimed.

"The scene of the car accident, there may be dead people there!"

"It's also possible that someone knocked their head off"

"Think about that image."

"If he could do it alone, he wouldn't ask us for help," Hill said.

"How can we help? We're not doctors!" Houston said.

Dumas opened the car door: "Mo can think of things you can think of, I'm going, wish me luck."

So the people in the car got off one by one.

Seeing that the noisy car was empty just now, Houston had to get out of the car and said to the driver: "What a fucking day!"

"Good luck." The driver smiled.

The situation at the scene was far more serious than Mo Mengchen had imagined. A large-scale serial car accident, a rear-end collision between more than a dozen vehicles, and a truck escalated the accident. Eight people died on the spot and countless injured.

"Pay attention to the location of the wound before lifting the person up, and remember, don't touch the wound!"

Mo Mengchen taught on the spot, allowing teammates to learn how to check the pulse, sense the heartbeat, and check the breath. If there is none, they can give up.

They were mentally prepared, but when they saw the blood on the ground, there were countless blood people, as if they had come to hell.

These two-meter-tall men were too frightened to walk.

"Hurry up!" Mo Mengchen roared.

"Let's go!" Dumas reacted first, and went to check the nearby vehicles.

A person's strength is limited after all, and there was a car accident here, and it was difficult for an ambulance to arrive in time.

Mo Mengchen could only classify the wounded on the spot.

Those with minor injuries will be tied with a red stripe; those who need to go to the hospital but will have no problems in a short period of time will be tied with a yellow stripe; those with serious injuries and conditions for emergency treatment will be tied with a green stripe; those with serious injuries and unconditional treatment, or who are already unable to do so at all The wounded who returned to heaven were tied with black stripes.

It took Mo Mengchen 10 minutes to do these things, and then began to treat the wounded with green stripes.

Paramedics were belatedly arriving until an hour later.

When they saw a group of tall and burly men tossing and covered in blood, they were all dumbfounded.

"who are you?"

"What are you doing?"

The doctors and nurses who came to the scene worried that this was a group of unprofessional well-meaning people, and their kindness might kill the wounded here.

"Obviously, we're saving lives."

"Who are you?" They didn't recognize Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen didn't have time to introduce himself, he pointed to the wounded who were divided into four rows: "Those people have been sorted according to the regulations, hurry up and treat them, there is no time!"

The doctors approached the wounded and found that the gang had been strapped with red, yellow, green, and black stripes, quite reciprocally.

They couldn't recognize the blood-stained man, but they believed that he was an extremely professional and calm person.

　Today is five more, asking for a monthly ticket at the beginning of the month

　　
　
(End of this chapter)