Chapter 359: Extremely professional and extremely calm

In New York, drivers are usually divided into three categories: full-length lexicons, declaring cynical stances through silent driving, and types that constantly describe the passenger or passengers they encounter as self-decompression with pure narrative.
It happened that today, Mo Mengchen met a driver who liked to talk big words. He liked to talk nonsense, but sadly they had to let it go.
What's even more is that recently, New York is not very peaceful, and political parties have attacked each other, causing a lot of scandals and harming the interests of free people.
How to solve the harm to the interests? Parade!
The job of a taxi driver is drifting in the city's rolling vehicles all day long, and it is inevitable that there will be conflicts with other driving (such activities usually lead to heart disease and an outrageous scolding).
The driver has been nervous for a long time and hates all dog-like creatures. This attitude makes everyone involved in the trendy and radical movement bite the bullet, and all taxi drivers have a tendency to be safe.
wrong! In fact, taxi drivers are not interested in ideological issues at all: he hated the demonstrations, not because of their political tendencies, but because of traffic jams caused by the parade.
"This group of idlers can find a happy every day, anyway things will not be improved in any way." The driver's complaints appeared again and again.
Once this kind of guy who likes to talk big words encounters this kind of thing, they will not choose to shut up, but will usually put the energy used to play big words to talk about these things.
With his eloquence, Mo Mengchen has every reason to believe that he will keep talking about this for a long time to come.
"You said, when can these idlers stop these acts to do something right? The human removal plan is really necessary!" The driver's anger has risen to anti-human level.
Hill comforts the driver like he usually comforts the players in the team; "Relax, we are not in a hurry."
"But anxious!" the driver said angrily. "Every minute is money!"
In addition to my dad, can anyone shout at my mom like this?
Mo Mengchen, who was sitting in the co-pilot position, not only helped Hill, but helped the driver and said: "That's right, I now know why there are more and more incidents of persuasion to fail suicide."
Even if Mo Mengchen didn't help, he was still talking coldly, and what suicide was he talking about...
"Why?" Hill regretted just asking the exit. Why extend this boring topic?
Mo Mengchen turned the subject over to Hill, and asked Alan Houston who was unsure about the situation and unwilling to understand the situation: "Alan, if Grant wants to commit suicide, how would you persuade him?"
"Are you sure I want to persuade him?" Houston is very self-aware, "I'm afraid of killing him."
Hill shouted: "I'm strong!"
"Then come." Mo Mengchen hypothesized, "For example, Grant led us to the finals this year, but he was beaten by Jazz Brian Russell in the finals!"
"That's impossible!" Hill strongly opposed.
Houston also said: "Yes, how could that guy beat Grant?"
Mo Mengchen continued: "Because they have Karl Malone, we are under the leadership of Alan Houston and dragged the game to the last ten seconds of the seventh game. Grant still has a chance to save this season."
Hearing "We've struggled to drag the game to the last ten seconds of Game 7 under the leadership of Alan Houston", Houston immediately turned back, and he said seriously: "It seems that this is very likely to happen."
"Impossible!" Hill objected solemnly.
Mo Mengchen continued to make an analogy; "Unfortunately Grant had been soft and was intercepted by Russell. We lost the championship. His performance was disappointing. The team decided to trade him, but no team was willing to ask him. We can only cut him off. His career failed completely, and Tamia ran away with other men. His parents drove him out of the house. We all fell in love with him. He lost everything overnight... "
Hill didn't expect Mo Mengchen to be so malicious: "I won't let these things happen!"
"Then he was going to commit suicide." Mo Mengchen said, "I'm too lazy to let him die, but Alan Houston feels soft..."
"Yes, my heart is soft!" Houston said.
Hill continued to object, but no one cared about his opinion.
Even the driver had to say: "This story is very good."
"Daddy is a genius!"
"Daddy can be a screenwriter!"
The two first-year licking dogs only looked at the licking, not paying attention to Hill's feelings.
Mo Mengchen finished the background and cause and consequence of the story, and finally threw the question to Houston: "Now, how do you convince this waste material to change your mind."
"I'm not waste material!" Hill seemed to become a transparent person, no one cared about his opinion.
Houston took it seriously, letting himself enter the play and looking directly at Hill: "Grant, think about your parents, they are not so easy to raise you!"
Hill was expressionless: "Dad said they drove me out of the house."
"So they should not care about my life and death."
Houston's face changed: "Damn, what about your girlfriend? Don't you think about her?"
The grudges on Hill's face could almost fill the earth. He glared at Mo Mengchen and said, "This vicious said Tamia ran away with someone!"
"Then you won't chase him back? You are a man!" Houston is very involved.
It’s time for Spike Lee to take a look at Houston’s acting skills. As long as he sees Houston’s acting skills, the actor in "Heads-up" should be replaced?
Hill was frustrated: "I am so confused in the story, how could Tamia look at me again?"
"Yes, so he followed another Jordan's successor, and the penny caught her away." Mo Mengchen made up.
Hill was furious: "You are too much!"
"It's just hypothesis." Mo Mengchen said.
Houston continued: "Don't you want to think about us? They don't want you, we want you!"
"Are you sure? The team cut me off. Who wants me? My setting is absolutely mortal!" Hill looked at Mo Mengchen angrily. "You are too poisonous!"
Mo Mengchen then asked: "Did you find the problem, Alan?"
"What's the problem?" Houston asked back.
"He is going to commit suicide, he must have experienced all kinds of pains, and he is desperate for life, but you persuaded his family and girlfriend to persuade him to turn back, hasn't he considered this issue?" Mo Mengchen said, "If I were Grant , I think I’m so mixed up, this group of people is still concerned about abandoning my parents? Abandoning my girlfriend? Then I really can only die."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Mo Mengchen said to Hill: "So it is not right for you to calm down the driver. You didn't understand his troubles, you just poured fuel on the fire."
"If someone commits suicide in Detroit in the future, you must never show up, save your life and win the seven-level float." Mo Mengchen said Hill's face was purple and purple.
Dumas interrupted: "The problem now is that half an hour has passed and we haven't even advanced one meter."
"Is the parade so huge? Can the entire street be blocked?" Mo Mengchen asked.
The driver is also strange: "It has violated the law that caused the traffic jam. It stands to reason that the patrol should disperse this group of people as soon as possible. Why is it getting more and more jammed?"
At this time, a patrol officer drove slowly on a motorcycle specially for the police, and asked in a loud voice: "A car accident happened in front! Is there a doctor here?"
Upon hearing this news, Mo Mengchen's first reaction was to open the door.
"Open the trunk!" he shouted to the driver.
The driver's brain was blank, and he walked out of the car and opened the trunk.
Mo Mengchen opened the baggage and there was a medical insurance in it. He said to his teammates: "I'm not afraid of blood, I'm brave, I'm not worried that if I can't sleep or eat in the next few days, come with me!"
"I'm afraid of blood!" Houston shouted.
"The scene of the car accident, there may be dead people!"
"Maybe somebody's head is shattered..."
"Think about that picture..."
Hill said: "If he can do it alone, he won't ask us for help."
"What can we do for you? We are not doctors!" Houston said.
Dumas opened the car door: "What you can think of, Mo must also think of it, I'm gone, and wish me luck."
So the people in the car got off one by one.
Seeing that the noisy car was empty, Houston had to leave the car and said to the driver: "It's a 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 dozens of cars, a truck escalated the accident, eight people died on the spot, and countless wounded.
"Pay attention to the location of the wound before lifting the person, remember, don't touch the wound!"
Mo Mengchen's on-site teaching allows teammates to learn how to check the pulse, perceive the heartbeat, and detect breathing, if not, you can give up.
They were mentally prepared, but when they saw the blood in this place, countless blood people seemed to come to hell.
These two-meter big men were so scared that they couldn't walk.
"Hurry up!" Mo Mengchen shouted.
"Go away!" Dumas reacted first, and went to check the nearby vehicles.
After all, one's strength is limited. There is also a car accident here, and it is difficult for the ambulance to arrive in time.
Mo Mengchen can only classify the wounded on the spot.
A small wound is tied with a white bar; a yellow bar is needed if you need to go to the hospital, but there will be no problems in a short period of time; a big wound is tied with a yellow bar if you have emergency treatment; a serious injury, unconditional treatment, or no return at all The wounded in the sky were tied with black bars.
Mo Mengchen spent twenty minutes doing these things well, and then began to treat those wounded with yellow bars.
The medical staff was long overdue until one hour later~EbookFREE.me~ When they saw a group of tall men who were tossed with 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 kindhearted people whose kindness might kill the wounded here.
"Obviously, we are saving people."
"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 classified according to the regulations. Hurry up and heal, it will be out of time!"
The doctors approached the wounded and found that the gang had been tied back with white bars, yellow bars, red bars and black bars.
They couldn't recognize the man with blood, but they believed it was an extremely professional and extremely calm person.