Chapter 25: Wonderful logical thinking

　　 "Mo, No. 9 has been selected."
　　 warehouse manager Oriel said embarrassedly.
　　 "Who chose?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　 "Lynch Hunt, his original jersey was No. 1, a while ago I suddenly told me that I want to change to No. 9." Ollington went down, and then said, "Do you want to change a number?"
　　 "No, I will deal with it with him."
　　 Now, more than half of July, Mo Mengchen also has a summer offseason.
　　He doesn't have a clear plan yet.
　　 Plan 1: Think of the foreign language songs of the previous fire as much as possible, first let yourself be a singer.
　　Although this is not necessary, as a singer, you should also be able to get some attribute points.
　　 For Mo Mengchen, these are for basketball services.
　　 He needs more attribute points, which is too slow by training alone.
　　 Then I will re-employ the TSBK training team, this time is no longer a short-term hire, he wants this team for his own use.
　　The more he thought, the more messy Mo Mengchen's mind was.
　　Busy these things, he went to the garage to drive home.
　　 Apartment Garridon
　　Mo Mengchen opened the door of 250, ready to make something delicious. He cut the meat while playing voice messages.
　　 "Mo, the sneakers have been designed, I have sent the photos to you by email."
　　 "Karon Insurance, you deserve it..."
　　 "Mo, take the liberty to disturb, please forgive me, my name is Noah Sivers, the head of St Lucifer Hospital..."
　　Mo Mengchen raised his head.
　　 St Lucifer Hospital?
　　 He had never heard the name of this hospital, but what did the hospital ask him for? He is not a patient or a doctor, nor is he a practitioner.
　　Mo Mengchen put white flour on the cut meat and gently stir.
　　 Then, he called back.
　　 "Hello, Mr. Mo."
　　Mo Mengchen opened the door and said: "Sorry, I don't want to turn around, what do you want me to do?"
　　 "I'm afraid I can't say this clearly on the phone, so, you set a place, how about we meet?"
　　Mo Mengchen opened the curtain and saw a ramen shop downstairs.
　　 "There is a ramen restaurant downstairs in Garryton Apartment, do you know?"
　　 The other party did not expect Mo Mengchen to be so casual.
"I know."
　　 "I'm waiting for you there."
　　 After hanging up the phone, Mo Mengchen remembered that he forgot to ask the other party's name.
　　 Looking at half the dinner, Mo Mengchen had some regrets. He put the freshly stirred raw meat in the refrigerator, went to take a bath, and went out after a little dressing.
On the way, Mo Mengchen was thinking about the other party's purpose.
　　He is no longer a doctor now, and it is impossible to be a doctor in the future. Since the other party is the person in charge of the hospital, finding him must be a matter related to the hospital.
　　Mo Mengchen had just arrived and thought that he had to wait for a while, not wanting the other party to be resolutely popular. He arrived at the front foot, and she also arrived at the back foot of the shop.
　　 "Dr. Mo, your eyes are bigger than those seen on the TV."
　　Finally, she reached out and wanted to have a polite handshake with Mo Mengchen.
　　Mo Mengchen looked at her—a fiery red long hair representing heat and passion. The facial features did not look special, but when they were combined together, the smile gradually appeared, and there was a strange beauty.
　　 "I am not a doctor anymore."
　　Not to mention, Mo Mengchen held the opponent's hand with difficulty.
　　 Then he did something crazy.
　　 Just in front of the other party, he picked up the tissue provided by the restaurant and wiped the hand that had just been held with others.
　　 is as if he pays attention to hygiene alone on this planet.
　　This operation made him very embarrassed.
　　 "Introduce yourself, my name is Noah Sivers." She controlled her emotions well, "Dr. Mo, I have been famous for you for a long time."
　　 "Again, I am not a doctor."
　　Mo Mengchen opened the menu, "What do you want to eat?"
　　 "You please please." Sivers smiled.
　　Mo Mengchen called the waiter and ordered several foods that he liked to eat. Then he said, "You shouldn't be here to see me order food. Just tell me something."
　　What should I do with this kind of incomprehensible man?
　　Severus pays her own posture. Generally, when a man sees her, he doesn’t want to be dumbfounded. At least he should stay on her body for half a minute, right? This guy glanced at her from beginning to end...
　　 "Mr. Mo, I read your resume and heard your story. I admire you very much."
"Ok."
　　Siefers continued: "You become the most important surgeon at the Mayo Center at a young age. Some people say that your departure means that Michael Jordan of the medical profession retired early. I deeply agree."
　　 "I understand your regrets."
　　Mo Mengchen poured himself a glass of water, and did not know how to give priority to ladies. She did not consider Sivers at all. After pouring the water, he took a paper towel and wiped it up, down, left, right, up and down.
　　Does this man really think that he is the only one in the world who talks about hygiene?
　　Sivers is so angry and funny, and he is too humble. What makes you understand?
　　 "You completed nearly 200 operations in Mayo Center in one year and three months, and none of them failed. Mr. Mo, your departure is a major loss to the medical profession."
　　 This guy can be wiped clean-is it clean?
　　He picked up the glass and said, "I agree."
　　 "So, on behalf of Saint Lucifer Hospital, I send you an invitation."
　　Finally, Sivers took out the recruitment contract she had prepared.
　　At this time, the waiter brought up the ramen.
　　Mo Mengchen put the fork provided by the restaurant aside and took out the tableware he brought.
　　 "You should know that I can't accept it. I've signed with the Pistons. I'm a real NBA player now and I can't be a doctor anymore."
　　Mo Mengchen also missed the days of the hospital, wouldn’t it be beautiful to do surgery to earn attribute points every day? But there are always trade-offs in everything. He can’t be a doctor for attribute points. If he can’t play a game, what is the point of having more attribute points?
　　 "Don't you think about the possibility of being an NBA player and a doctor at the same time?"
　　 has finally entered the topic.
　　Mo Mengchen raised his head and asked, "How is it possible?"
　　 "We are a private hospital, which was just built a few months ago. A private hospital means that we have privileges that public hospitals do not have. For example, we don't need a full-time doctor."
Severus said: "Mo, your talents, your reputation in the industry, and the teams you play need you to be a real doctor. I think there is nothing like an NBA player playing a great game while playing The fight between the hospital and the of death is more interesting."
　　 "Don't you want to leave your own symbol in this era like Dr. J?"
　　Severus' words finally moved Mo Mengchen.
　　 He took the recruitment contract and read it carefully.
The positions offered by St. Lucifer Hospital, like the titles of honorary principals provided by some universities to celebrities, are false, but interestingly, they are not completely false.
　　In Saint Lucifer, Mo Mengchen can participate in emergency services, can select patients, and can have time that no other doctor has.
　　 He doesn't have to go to the hospital to work on time every day. He only needs to go when there is time to see if there are any cases of interest. His salary is calculated according to the number of operations.
　　 This is perfectly suited to Mo Mengchen's needs.
　　 "I haven't got a scalpel in four months." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 "Mr. Mo, I have seen the news that you are saving people at the airport. You still have the skills and literacy of top doctors. This will do you no harm, to the hospital, to the Pistons."
　　Severus gave Mo Mengchen a wink: "They want a player with a positive image, and this will not affect your game."
　　 does not affect it.
　　Mo Mengchen was very emotional, but he could not make this decision by himself.
　　This needs to be discussed with the team, but also with Patton.
　　 "I'll accept this contract for the time being, but I can't answer you tonight, I need time." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 "No problem, I believe this matter will be resolved soon, your office has been set up."
　　Sivers once again reached out to Mo Mengchen and smiled: "Welcome to join Saint Lucifer Hospital, Dr. Mo."
　　Severus's annoying thing happened again, and Mo Mengchen didn't seem to care about her appearance.
　　 Seeing her hand stretched out, Mo Mengchen looked extremely embarrassed, stretched out her hand tremblingly, and gently held it.
　　After letting go, Mo Mengchen took out the napkin and started again and again...
　　 "Since that's the case, I won't disturb your meal."
　　 Stay with this man again, she will go crazy.
　　Severus was about to leave, and Mo Mengchen stopped her.
"Any thing else?"
　　 "The perfume you use is harmful to the skin. If you use it for a long time, it will increase your aging rate. Over time, it will also cause various skin diseases. Please be careful."
　　 This is the reason why Mo Mengchen wiped it repeatedly after shaking hands with him. The smell and the perfume were really intolerable.
　　 "Thank you for your reminder~EbookFREE.me~ But I refuse!"
　　Severus black face, stepping on the floor hard, want to show his anger, as a result, her high heels were insulted, broken halfway, the tragedy happened.
　　 "This lady, how are you?"
"do not move!"
　　Mo Mengchen stopped the waiter, just stepped forward to touch the part where Sivers twisted, and stopped again.
　　 "Come on, remember, gently."
　　Damn man!
　　Sivers knows that Mo Mengchen is afraid of her perfume. Where is the freak from which he up?
　　 Never seen a woman or how? Is there a woman who does not spray perfume to go out?
　　The waiter moved Sivers's leg under the guidance of Mo Mengchen, and she cried out in pain.
　　Mo Mengchen said: "It seems that the ankle was sprained at a high position. Fortunately, there should be no problem with the ligament."
　　 "I can only bother you to take me home, Dr. Mo."
　　Severus's poor look-don't you hate the smell of perfume? Smoke you, hum!
　　 "Do you provide driving service?"
　　Mo Mengchen asked the waiter.
　　 "What service?"
　　 "Drive service."
　　 "What is that thing?"
　　Sivers is crazy, is there anything wrong? Is there something wrong with this man? Changed to someone else's chance to encounter this kind of pity and love for jade, and you have to grab it when you break your head. Does this person even have to drive? Doesn't it say that there is no substitute for driving now, is this the logical thinking of normal men?
　　Inquiries to no avail, Mo Mengchen put his hands on his hips and looked down on Xiao Suo.
　　 "It seems that I can only send you back."
　　 This reluctant look was like forcing him to go to bed with the sow.
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