Chapter 1020 Enthusiastic Rookie

Mo Mengchen struggled to get up from the bed. The older he was, the less sleep he slept, but he did the other way around.

When you get older, it is difficult to get up on time according to the previous rules.

He kicked the quilt away, folded the quilt, and left the dormitory. The time was at 7:41.

I slept for 41 minutes more today, but he still felt a little sleepy and glanced at the plan again.

Morning surgery, afternoon training, evening competition.

Very good, with such a fulfilling plan, my life is really full of meaning - let me die quickly.

Negative emotions only stayed in his mind for a moment. He had been in such a life for more than ten years and had long been used to it.

He first washed up, then ate breakfast, walked around, and went to the hospital.

He came to the hospital less and less often. Because of his existence, St. Lucifer is the most famous hospital in Detroit. There are many excellent surgeons, but no matter how many surgeons there are, their reputations are not as good as 100% of the doctors to reassure patients.

Although Mo Mengchen is no longer a 100% doctor who never fails, he has made an indelible contribution to the development of St. Lucifer Hospital.

In the past, in order to determine the attributes, he would ask the hospital to arrange surgery in the morning whenever he had time.

Now he doesn't come to the hospital even if he has time, unless it's surgery day.

He walked around and walked unknowingly outside Seaphth's office.

Siphus is not only the general manager, but also the deputy director of St. Lucifer Hospital. When Martin Pink retires, she is a popular candidate for the dean.

Mo Mengchen knocked on the door regularly.

"Please come in."

"You're late," said Seavers.

"Sorry, when faced with boring things, men are never as enthusiastic as women." Mo Mengchen walked to the cabinet next to him, took out a bag of instant coffee, put it in water to heat it, and took out his exclusive cup.

Siphus asked, "How are you doing lately?"

She was used to Mo Mengchen's speech and holding a gun and a stick. Even if their relationship became ambiguous, even if she gave birth to a daughter for this bastard, there was no change at all.

Sometimes she really wonders, is he doing this to everyone, or is he treating it differently?

"I can still stand here with great energy, ignoring the crow's feet on your face. Do you think I'm fine?" Mo Mengchen took apart the instant coffee bag and poured it in.

Several wrinkles appeared in the corners of Siphus' eyes.

Siphus is 2 years older than Momonchen, but white people always age very quickly. Even if she takes care of her, the years still leave traces on her face.

Women who are more and more charming like Ephraim are not only white, but also all kinds of people are rare.

"If you have time, go see Monica more." Seavers said, "She always talks about you."

Mo Mengchen asked, holding a cup of instant coffee, "There are seven days a week, and about two or three days a week when I'm not in Detroit. I'll see her once or twice a week."

"Why can't it be increased to three or four times?"

"I try my best." Mo Mengchen took a sip of instant coffee gently, and the bitter taste made him feel much more energetic.

The familiar taste is always so unforgettable.

After taking a sip, Mo Mengchen poured it out.

Instant coffee is Siphus' favorite drink when he was working. He didn't know what it tasted good about this thing. It was unhealthy and not nutritious. Apart from being bitter and energetic, it was useless. Drinking too much will also make your teeth yellow. In severe cases, bad breath may occur. It is a garbage drink that can benefit from all kinds of benefits.

Every time he was sleepy, he would come here to take a sip and pour it out.

"If you don't want to drink, you can give it to me."

Want to kiss indirectly? Why not be a little straightforward?

Mo Mengchen pointed at his face: "Look at my bitter face, it's enough to prove that I'm drinking."

"Yes, I took a sip and poured it out." Siphus stood up and said. "Don't you know how shameful it is to waste, Dr. Mo?"

Mo Mengchen put the cup on the table and said in a slight sense: "If this world would be destroyed because I wasted a cup of bitter coffee, my behavior was indeed shameful." If this world is really so stingy, then let it be destroyed.

Looking closer, although Siphus's appearance has deteriorated, he can still achieve his peak beauty through exquisite makeup techniques.

Makeup is a magical knowledge.

Mo Mengchen shook his bangs, "If there is nothing else, I'm going to have surgery."

"The operation time is nine o'clock, and there is still half an hour." Seavers reminded.

Before the operation, I wish you a condolences to the patient and let him relax about the operation. I will definitely make him wake up safely?

OK, I'm not that kind-hearted.

"You have something to do?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Siphus put down the document and smiled softly, "Please lock the door first, let's talk slowly."

Mo Mengchen looked at her with a slight smile: "Is it still time for me to run now?"

"Unless you are going to 'talk' about it in your office." Siphus stood up and leaned down slightly, the cool-toned suit slid slightly, showing the beautiful view in the center, "I have no objection."

It's great, the real version of "Night XXX" is about to be staged at the St. Lucifer Medical Center, the best hospital in Detroit.

afternoon

Mo Mengchen participated in team training on time.

He has played five games so far in the season, and the Pistons have four wins and one loss.

Among the four opponents that won are strong teams like the Hornets who pursue the playoffs, and mortal enemies and championship contenders like the Lakers who need to go all out. Similarly, of course, there are also weak players like the Grizzlies and Jazz.

The opponent who lost was also a mortal enemy.

76 people from Philadelphia in the east.

The 76ers are still the team of Duncan and Iverson.

Since the two of them joined forces four years ago, the 76ers have entered the second period of strong team history, reaching the division finals three times within four years, all losing to the Pistons.

Iverson and Duncan are not young anymore, one is 30 years old and the other is 29 years old. Their great years have passed, and they only have a few years of prime time to pursue the championship.

If they cannot succeed again, they will become tragic heroes like Malone and Elgin Baylor.

Even if they become such people, there is no need to be sad because there are too many tragic superstars in their contemporaries.

The battle to defeat the Pistons was mainly because Duncan was unstoppable in the interior.

The performance of 37 points, 15 rebounds and 6 blocks dominated the three-second zone, and in less than half the game, Curry was fouled in a foul crisis. The power forward swayed behind and even made Gerald doubt his life.

The Pistons' first defeat next season was completely expected.

Tonight, they will usher in their sixth opponent of the season - the Cleveland Cavaliers.

Influenced by the Time Traveler butterfly effect, the fate of the Knight has undergone a complete change.

The King of Akron, the little emperor James, is now sitting on the Iron Throne of Apolis, being embraced as the Wolf King II, and a powerful giant crocodile like O'Neal.

What about the Cavaliers? They didn't get a historical superstar similar to James.

But in the past few years, led by Ricky Davis and Ben Wallace, they have been a strong Eastern Conference team that is enough to make the playoffs. The team is running and bombing, like a weakened version of a running and bombing Pistons.

In the offseason last year, Steve Nash, the son of the Wind, who was abandoned by the Mavericks, chose to join, making up for the Cavaliers' biggest shortcoming.

It seems that the peak has passed, and Nash, who should consider retirement after playing for a few years, actually has a second spring in Cleveland. Not only did he lead the Cavaliers to play the league's best offensive efficiency, but he also eliminated the Knicks, led by Penny Hardaway in the first round of the playoffs, avenged a revenge from the previous year, and lost to the Pistons in the semi-finals in six games.

The combination of Nash and Davis is known as the weakened version of Momon Dust and Hill.

The Cavaliers should not be underestimated. Davis is no longer the younger brother who was in front of the saddle and behind the horse. He is the star who is the only one in the East.

"The Cavaliers are coming tonight, and we all know that they are top-notch teams in the East." Frauses stood on the court at the Henry Ford Training Center to train, "They have not only our old friend Ricky, but also Big Ben, but Steve Nash is also an excellent star defender."

At the same time, he is also a Canadian dirty product with hand membranes, feet and soles licking, and his hygiene habits are quite bad.

Every time he plays with Nash, Mo Mengchen will ask others to switch defenses.

For no other reason, he simply couldn't stand Nash's operation before the free throw "scrub the soles of his shoes, then stick out his tongue and lick the palm of his hands that had just finished rubbing the soles of his shoes."

"We won't practice strength today, keep your strength to greet the Clevelanders."

After saying that, Frauses let everyone disband.

Mo Mengchen slapped the ball and prepared to do shooting training.

Martel Webster, the only rookie in the team this year, came over enthusiastically and asked, "Dad, do you need a helping hand?"

"I just need a passer caddy," Mo Mengchen said.

"I am willing to serve you." Webster saluted like a mercenary in a fantasy novel, and took the initiative to show Mo Mengchen his bald head.

His dreadlocks were shaved completely. As Mo Mengchen said, he looked ugly with his bangs, but when he shaved his head, Dor.Mo, the instructor of this matter, suddenly realized that he was always the one who knew him best. Although the dreadlocks did not match Webster, they looked much better than bald heads.

The poor child is obviously in his early 20s, and with a bald head and this old face, he is like a 40-year-old veteran.

Mo Mengchen had no regret in his heart. He really asked Webster to help him pick up the ball/pass the ball.

His shooting feel is not very good today. Webster was enthusiastic enough to run around and run around, and he is definitely a qualified caddie.

"Didn't you tell the rookie that even if he is as enthusiastic as a border collie, Dad wouldn't treat him tenderly?" asked Magloil.

Everyone shook their heads.

Since he doesn't know, let him continue to not know, it's not a bad thing anyway.
Chapter completed!