Chapter 339: Loss of money

The Pistons defeated the Bulls in the Christmas War and achieved two straight wins against each other in the regular season.
This is an exciting victory, because the Pistons last two consecutive wins against the Bulls, but also traces back to seven years ago, that is the last darkness before the arrival of the Bull Dynasty.
The Pistons that brought them a two-game losing streak in the regular season included a smiling assassin, Bill Lambert, and Rodman, who has a normal mind and strives to win without much negative news.
Seven years have passed, and many new fans have forgotten this history.
Most of the fans who have grown up in the last seven years only remember the Bulls’ suppression of the Pistons and how Jordan arbitrarily acted in the Palace of Auburn Hills. They have little interest in reviewing the game through the old game videos.
In 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 comfort for them.
"I will go home. If my girlfriend is not asleep, I will hug her and have a Christmas supper."
Mo Mengchen joked with reporters.
After the press conference, Mo Mengchen said goodbye to his teammates, walked to the parking lot, drove, and left alone.
However, instead of going directly home, he turned around in a circle.
There are snowmen piled up by children everywhere on the roadside. They are in different shapes, and some look ridiculous, full of children's bad taste.
At this time, it snowed again.
The continuous snowflakes woven into a shiny curtain, and slowly landed on the ground, it obscured everything, and covered everything with foam-like snowflakes. There was silence in the whole city, and all the sounds were buried by the severe winter. I only heard the sound of rustling when the snowflakes fell. It covers the whole world and covers the world.
In this year's most important festival, Mo Mengchen watched the dancing snowflakes disappear.
Some pictures flashed in his mind, some pictures that he deliberately ignored.
Car accident.
When the accident happened to Mo Mengchen, he always remembered it.
It’s just some pictures, because he won’t go back in depth.
Those memories don't belong to him, and he doesn't want to recall them. He has nothing to do with him, but when he thinks of those things, there will always be a colic in his heart that is unclear.
"Damn, it must be hungry, and I'm thinking about it again."
Mo Mengchen was about to leave, but his phone rang.
Compared with the later smartphones, the mobile phone in this era is like a big brother with a gangster, no culture, but it looks fierce enough.
"Hey?"
"Mo, where are you?"
It’s Noah Sivers.
Mo Mengchen said: "I just finished playing, what's wrong?"
"There was a serious car accident on Highway 201. There are now a large number of injured people sent to Saint Lucifer, can you come here? We are short of manpower!"
It's Christmas!
This bunch of bad luck!
"I should be able to refuse you." Mo Mengchen had no such obligation.
"You can." Sivers said so, but if Mo Mengchen really refused, she would be disappointed.
Do I care how she feels? I have just finished playing now and I am very tired. Go back to the hospital to help? It is very likely to be a struggle all night.
Sivers called him, indicating that the number of injured people was large. On Christmas Eve, more than half of the doctors returned to their hometown for holidays, and only some local staff stayed on duty.
If he does not help in the past, they are likely to be unable to cope.
"Fuck!"
Just for attribute points! There is no game tomorrow anyway.
Mo Mengchen turned to St Lucifer at full speed with a turn that would be stopped if found by the police.
Mo Mengchen ran into the hospital, and Sivers stood at the gate.
"What if I don't come?" Mo Mengchen asked.
"I know you will come." Sivers handed over the white coat he had prepared in advance to Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen took it, quickly put it on, and walked in.
At a glance it was all blood.
There was blood on his face, blood on his hands, blood on his feet, and some were no longer good.
Mo Mengchen quickly discovered a wounded in need of surgery. A fruit knife was inserted into his chest: "What's going on?"
"He cut apples in the car when there was a car accident," the nurse explained.
Mo Mengchen checked and said, "Vital signs are very stable. Give him 10 mg of morphine!"
Then, Mo Mengchen lightly cut his clothes, his chest appeared in front of his eyes, he saw the places that others could not see.
He has a pair of special eyes. These eyes helped Mo Mengchen many times during surgery and competitions. He could see incisions that were invisible to others. He could see visions that were not visible to ordinary people. The same was true on the court. .
"It was almost inserted into the heart. It was 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 shouted to her: "Lomeen, you go for that operation!"
"I am alone?" Olagondoya was startled.
Mo Mengchen raised his head: "I want to look after you all my life, but I can't."
Olagondoye quickly followed the nurse.
There was a mess of porridge here. Friction took over the work of many emergency rooms. The manpower was too tight. He couldn't walk away at all and could only stay outside to help.
But his arrival accelerated the efficiency, and some doctors in the emergency room were surprised by his treatment.
"He is like an old doctor who has been in the emergency room for more than ten years, so much experience!"
Mo Mengchen had no time to listen to these compliments, and every second of delay would cause someone to get worse and his nerves were tight.
Mo Mengchen arrived at the hospital at one in the morning, and when he was busy with these things, it was already half past five in the morning.
He hasn't slept all night, which will greatly affect his circadian clock, and a professional player needs to have extremely standard rest time.
He broke tonight.
However, this sudden first aid tonight also earned him 4,000 attribute points, which was the first time he received so many attribute points in the hospital.
Olagondoye looked tired, she completed two operations and successfully rescued two patients.
Upon hearing this news, Mo Mengchen nodded: "Yes, I will give you 60 points."
"Only 60 points?" the nurse was shocked.
Olagondoye also learned a few days later that the full score of the US physician licensing examination is 60 points.
This is like many inspirational articles that like to take Einstein’s 1 point in elementary school mathematics in Germany as an example, saying what a great scientist such as Einstein used to be a scumbag.
Does it look very inspirational?
The truth is that Einstein went to elementary school, 1 point in the math test is a perfect score!
Mo Mengchen walked to Sivers's office. He hoped that the old woman would be more familiar and ready for breakfast. Otherwise, his mouth would be out of control.
After working hard all night, you didn't even give me a breakfast?
Fortunately, Sivers is more adept.
"Surprise? I prepared a hearty breakfast for you. Hurry up and go back to sleep." Sivers prepared a pile of junk food.
It was not yet six o'clock, and it was unrealistic to expect her to make a table delicious.
Mo Mengchen accepted the junk food, he is tired and hungry now, just want to finish sleeping.
"Are you tired?" Sivers asked.
The word "very" cannot accurately express my fatigue.
My super tired!
"It's a bit." Mo Mou was holding on to death, the speed of eating breakfast slowed down, exhaustion defeated hunger, he wanted to sleep more.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't violate the agreement. You don't actually use it." Sivers apologized.
I accept your apology, can you please stand up from your position? I want to sleep on your sofa.
Mo Mengchen stared at Sivers's sofa, his eyes as if he was planning to misbehave.
"You don't need to apologize, you did nothing wrong, I came voluntarily." Mo Mengchen quickly finished his breakfast, walked to Sivers and held out his hand.
Sivers froze: "What are you doing?"
"What do you say?" Mo Mengchen asked~EbookFREE.me~How do I know? Sivers held his hand in confusion.
Mo Mengchen dragged her from the sofa hard: "I requisitioned your sofa!"
"Are you too dirty?"
Every time Mo Mengchen comes here, he will talk up and down, from her dress to the layout of the room, from the degree of sunlight to the environment, the sofa is naturally inevitable.
He has fallen asleep.
After playing a game against extremes, and then performing surgery overnight, Mo Mengchen destroyed the circadian clock, affected the work and rest, and may also lose weight, resulting in a reward of 4000 attribute points.
This is definitely a loss-making transaction.
Looking at the exhausted man in front of him, who couldn't even say a bad word, Sivers said softly, "Thank you, Mo."
Then she walked outside the office and hung a "rest at rest" sign on the door.