Chapter 74: Must

　　 "You...can't think you are such a pervert!"
　　 Hill's crotch gave birth to a whizzing coolness, and Mo Menchen's gaze made him retreat.
　　 "Treat the metamorphosis, you have to use metamorphosis." Mo Mengchen sorted it out and left the luggage in the locker room.
　　Hill stopped him: "Wait a minute, don't you take these things away? The Jazz also have baggage delivery services for the visiting team? Why don't I know?"
　　 "If you have a caring assistant, this is not a problem."
　　Speaking of this, Mo Mengchen walked to the door, opened the door, and saw Medela waiting outside.
　　 "Where are they?"
　　 "Rokin Cafe."
　　Mo Mengchen turned back and said: "Are you interested in going out with me for a cup of coffee?"
　　Hill shrugged his neck and said, "It's bad for teeth if you drink too much... don't you value this?"
　　 "Who told you to drink coffee when you go to the cafe, Duke's talented student?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　Hill expect this is not an ordinary date, otherwise why does this rookie call him? It must be for him to support the scene, but he is the tomorrow's superstar in Detroit.
　　 "Forget it, I will walk with you." Hill laughed.
　　 An hour ago, Luo Jin Cafe was taken out.
This result disappointed some couples who wanted to flirt here, and finally got busy with their day's work. They wanted to take advantage of this time to meet in the best coffee shop in Salt Lake City. Too.
　　 "I curse that rich woman!"
　　 An angry man said.
　　 The taxi driver planted Mo Mengchen and Hill outside the cafe without asking for the fare. As long as they signed the two, he made a correct decision.
　　 The fact that a jazz fan is reluctant to accept: even a star like Hill who has not achieved much, his signature is more valuable than a superstar such as Malone who is always in the backcountry like Salt Lake City.
　　 "It seems that someone who lost the game is very unhappy."
　　Mo Mengchen had just entered the cafe and saw Little Dura and Poser.
　　 Why is she here too? If Dura told him in advance that Poser would come back, he would not accept the invitation.
　　 "Wow, my face is so ugly, is it because I am very upset to see me?" Poser asked with a smile.
　　 Mo Mengchen tried to smile as much as possible: "How could it be? Seeing Mrs. Madam, even the gloom of losing the ball was swept away."
　　 "This is my teammate, Grant Hill, you should know." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 But Hill was nervous. He didn't know Poser beside Little Dura, but he knew Little Dura.
　　 Not long ago, Dura Electric announced a partnership with the Pistons, and selected several spokesmen from the Pistons team. He was one of them.
　　 He signed a five-year endorsement contract with Dura Electric.
　　Dura was present when he signed the contract.
　　 "Jie Kun, why are you here?" Hill was unprepared.
Little Dura said with a smile: "Mo is my friend. He announced the endorsement of DCT today. You guys have another game. Of course I have to support it. Let me introduce. This is Shannon Poser. Apart from my mother, I am in The most admired woman in the world."
　　 "He said so to every woman." Poser smiled.
　　Hill smiled and shook hands amicably.
　　 "I ordered coffee and nut salad for you, how about it? Intimate?" Little Dura smiled. "You can prepare now, don't scare them when the time comes."
"Humph!"
　　Mo Mengchen took out a small box from his arms, which contained sterile sterile knives and forks.
　　 "It's worthy of being a doctor, and he is so particular about everything." Poser said with a smile.
　　 "No, it doesn't really matter," Mo Mengchen said. "No matter how you guard against it, bacteria always come with the wind. I'm just not used to using tableware outside. Please don't mind."
"Please enjoy."
　　 Little Dura's time is very accurate, Mo Mengchen just took out the tableware, and the waiter put the things on.
　　 "You guys came to the scene tonight?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　 Little Dura said: "Unfortunately, I finally watched a live broadcast, but you were slaughtered by the Jazz, alas."
　　 "It's all my fault, I should perform better." Hill said.
"It is indeed your fault. You actually forced Mo to vote. Hahaha~" Little Dura knew the ball and knew some things about Mo Mengchen. He made a joke that only real fans can understand. .
　　 For example, Boser couldn't understand it. She blinked and didn't know how to get involved.
　　 "His performance tonight is worse than the skill of this salad, but this is not his regular performance, I believe he will get back his status, a game only."
　　In front of an outsider such as Little Dura, Mo Mengchen did not continue to tug Hill.
　　 "But you still perform well, don't you?" Poser said, "You have three statistics that are double."
It’s hard for her to know about it. Mo Mengchen thought that like this kind of noble lady, she usually either wants to make money, or think about which brand and what cosmetics she has produced. But she was thinking of ways to discuss basketball with herself.
　　Although she had other pictures, she did some research, or she watched the game seriously.
　　 "The game lost, the data is meaningless." Mo Mengchen smiled.
　　 "How come? You are still great." Poser said.
"Do not,"
Mo Mengchen said: "It's like you and Jacques made a deal. You are the same investment as him. He made a lot of money. You have no money to return. Although your transaction brought profits, you didn't make money. you lose."
"Okay, do you know how to do business? You guys who only play with and scalpels, hurry up, it's time to talk about business!" Little Dura got up and said to Hill, "Grant, let's go to the front desk for a few drinks?" "
　　Hill naturally knows the numbers. He followed up: "I have no reason to refuse."
　　 "You made me watch such a stinking game tonight. You have to punish yourself for three cups first."
　　 "You are a little too much..."
　　Mo Mengchen eats salads and nuts, and occasionally takes a small sip of coffee to eliminate the nutty taste that covers the mouth.
　　Poser no longer turned around, she took out an inspection report from her bag: "This is the result of Loretta's inspection."
　　 "Madam, besides me, there should be many doctors alive."
　　 "Why must I?"
　　Mo Mengchen raised his head and focused on one spot, looking directly at Poser.
　　 "There are many good doctors in this world, but you have never failed on the operating table, only you."
　　 Then you are wrong, I have failed countless times.
　　 Although it was before the crossing.
　　 Even Mo Mengchen himself admits that Mo Mengchen in this life possesses more advanced technology than him, coupled with his decades of experience, he has no disadvantage on the operating table.
　　 It doesn't mean anything. There are still many diseases that he is helpless.
　　 And, even Momochen now, has he never failed?
　　 "You are wrong, I failed."
　　 "Like those operations that are not recorded in the Mayo Center."
　　Poser said: "If anything, I can't escape my search."
　　 "Two years ago, I had a car accident."
　　When this matter was mentioned, there was a feeling of emotion spreading in Mo Mengchen's heart. He never thought about what happened to "Mo Mengchen" because he was no longer him.
　　He mentioned the matter right now, he thought he could say it calmly and without fluctuation, but no, his heart seemed to be cracked, but there was no anesthetic, and it was very painful.
　　 "The people I cherish are all in that car."
　　 "After I was awake, I did all the right things, and then I got into an ambulance with them and watched them die one by one.
　　Poser said: "That's not your fault, and...that's not the surgery you did, you..."
　　 "If you understand my injury history in detail, you know that I am not suitable for your daughter's surgery." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 "And, this is not a necessary operation, her disease is not harmful, just..."
"Just can't laugh," Poser said with wet eyes. "Can't cry, can't express panic or surprise; when she laughs, she has to tell me that I know: when she's sad, she has to tell me too. Know: she wants to express her love, she wants to express her dissatisfaction, what she expresses, she has to tell me that she cannot express her feelings like other children!"
　　Mo Mengchen couldn't understand. For him, he couldn't laugh or cry, what could it be compared to life? This is not a terrible disease. On the contrary, if an operation with a mortality rate of up to 30% is required to cure it, he will be even more incomprehensible. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
　　 The current technology needs to be improved. In another ten years, the mortality rate of this operation will be reduced to 12%, but Poser may not want to wait.
　　 "How are you talking about?" Little Dura came holding a bottle of precious brandy.
　　Hill stayed at the front desk to chat with the waiter.
　　 "We fully exchanged opinions, but unfortunately no consensus was reached."
　　Mo Mengchen cleared a plate of salad.
　　 Pick up a tissue to wipe the endgame and put it back in the box.
　　 "Thank you for inviting me to supper." Mo Mengchen said, "The team has a curfew. We can't spend the night outside, so bye."
　　 Little Dura looked at Poser who was crying, but did not expect that this would impress Mo Mengchen. Is this person's heart made of steel?
　　 "Or... change the doctor? There is no other doctor in this world." Little Duraha laughed.
　　 Suddenly, Poser put away the pitiful look in front of Mo Mengchen, and there was still unrefined mist in his eyes: "Why didn't Solomon let others operate on him?"
　　 "Father must have him."
　　 "I also have to be him!"
　　Mo Mengchen and Hill walked down the street, trying to stop a taxi.
　　 "Don't the talk go smoothly?"
　　 "It's nothing, don't worry."
　　 "That," Hill said, "Thank you for saying those words to me tonight."
　　 "Which?" Mo Mengchen consciously said a lot to him.
　　 "The most unpleasant sentence."
　　 Hill said, "This is very important to me, thank you."
　　 "Don't hurry to thank me, if you play like tonight, my words will only be more unpleasant."
　　Mo Mengchen said while waving his hand, he finally stopped a taxi.
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