Dumas said nothing, and he didn't expect Mo Mengchen to have a conversation with these big guys so soon.

The strangest thing is that small characters like him are usually nervous in front of big bosses, but he acts very skillful, neither humble nor arrogant.

"No?" Jordan said, "No, don't breadcrumbs claim to be a skill in observing people?"

Mo Mengchen roughly knew what Jordan wanted to do, he just found a reason to criticize Jerry Klaus.

As a Bird fan, he is also very familiar with Jordan, because Jordan's era just connects Bird's era.

The grudge between Jordan and Klaus has a long history, and it can be traced back to the 1986 season, when he missed most of the season due to injury.

At that time, Klaus took office as a new official. Jordan wanted to return after healed his injury. Klaus disagreed and finally got into the boss's position.

Jordan cleverly convinced another Jerry, but because of this, he felt a grudge against Klaus. This small grudge turned into an irreconcilable conflict through repeated frictions.

"He has a good vision."

Mo Mengchen did not follow Jordan's intention. His eyes turned and fell on Pi Peng, saying, "Not everyone can catch Scott at first glance."

"Hmph, even Charles hit a few balls with a golf club, what's that?" After Jordan's words fell, Barkley couldn't sit still.

The round fat face was only angry at this moment: "Damn it, can you not talk about me?"

"Everyone who has seen you play golf knows what I'm talking about," Jordan said lightly.

Barkley said angrily: "The doctor said, I'm a mental illness!"

"The interesting thing is that you didn't have this disease before meeting the doctor."

Barkley used to be good at playing golf. In Jordan's words, "he played pretty well" and was friends with Jordan and Tiger Woods.

Later, in order to play better, he hired a golf coach. The coach told him to pause before the swing, which would be more accurate, so the tragedy happened.

Barkley seemed to be poisoned and could never play golf well again. Every time he swung, like Chuck Hayes' free throw, the club would swing, and there would be a pause that seemed to have stopped running and people were diarrhea.

This action is not only funny, but also ruins Barkley's golf fun because he can never play the ball again.

He could have played the ball before, but now he has played nine free throws with ten swings.

Lian Tiger Woods privately asked him not to publicize outside that he had taught Barkley how to play golf because it would damage his reputation and image.

The ability to make the gods in the golf field speak so condescendingly, which shows how hopelessly bad Barkley's golf skills have become.

"It's a pity that you didn't come to Chicago for a trial." Jordan said lightly.

Yes, fortunately I didn't go, otherwise wouldn't my story become a replica of "The Bulls"? I don't want to be traded like a love sex, and then win the championship in the cold Minnesota with regrets.

"Nothing a pity. I believe that everything that happens in front of me is the best arrangement." Mo Mengchen said.

"Yes, Michael, come less, the doctor is doing well in Detroit." Dumas couldn't watch Jordan poaching in person, although they were good friends.

Ewing, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, "Since you are a doctor, can I ask you to help me see?"

"No problem." Mo Mengchen said.

Ewing stretched out his legs and said, "When I finished the game, my knees would be sore, but it didn't last long."

"This means that your sports recovery is not done well, and your body is reminding you that you need better post-match recovery training."

"Resume training after the game?"

Some of the people here know this concept, while others are like discovering a new world.

"You can do a quiet squat, which can prevent knee wear, especially after the game and before going to bed."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen did a standard quiet squat in front of Ewing.

"Do you do it every night?" Dumas asked.

Mo Mengchen said, "Of course, my knees are older than all of you combined, and I'm going to do more."

Those who are familiar with Mo Mengchen's injury history know what this sentence means.

"I didn't see the necessity of this. You doctors just like to amplify small things." Barkley seemed to have some prejudice about the profession of doctors.

Mo Mengchen asked with a little scrutiny, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Barkley felt that under Mo Mengchen's gaze, no sound could be hidden. These eyes were filled with temperature, making it difficult to look at them.

His eyes dodged and said, "This...I feel like I'm healthy."

Mo Mengchen didn't believe that Barkley was very healthy. When he first entered the league, he was the center's weight, the height of the defender, and the speed of the forward were 3 or 4, and no one could beat him. Now he is old and basically fixed in the fourth position. The famous stinky mouth not only sprays feces regularly every day, but also can't control it. He drank big gulp and ate meat with big gulps, and his body shape was not well managed.

If you are not well managed, you can’t see any problems when you are young. Now that you are older, some problems will naturally arise.

"If you let me go, the doctor will see a doctor." Miller cheered.

Mo Mengchen thought he was more annoying than during the game. No, he was not so cheap during the game. He was just a stinky mouth and unclean hands. Now he was just a bitch.

"What do you want to do?" Barkley was nervous.

“In Saint Lucifer, many patients dream of choosing them as my patients because they know I am the best doctor in the world, and now I am willing to give you a simple test for free, if you don’t…”

Mo Mengchen said as he was about to leave.

Barkley's fat big hand suddenly grabbed Mo Mengchen's little arm: "Look! You can see whatever you want! Do you need me to take off my underwear?"

"No, I just need you to shut up when it's time to shut up."

Speaking of this, Momonchen lifted Barkley's left leg.

This is a strong leg, especially the thigh, full of muscles. It is completely imagined that this fat man has a super invincible big fat ass that countless people will dream of having nightmares until night.

Barkley's lower limbs are unimaginable. Just think about his official height being the same as Jordan, and his actual height may not be as good as Jordan, but he was dominating the offensive end and rebounding while dominating the rebounds at the time of the deepest inside talent in NBA history. You should know how terrible his power is.

Mo Mengchen gently pressed his thighs and found that it was very stiff.

It can be seen that this fat man does not pay attention to recovery training at all.

"How about it?"

Mo Mengchen checked from his thigh to his calf. Those who knew he was a doctor, and those who didn't know thought that this was an Asian male technician Duis was responsible for providing special services.

"I want to say, you have a lot of questions."

"Then you say one of the most important ones."

“Your self-control needs to be improved.”

Jordan laughed: "If this fat pig can improve self-control, I will eat all the cigars in this box!"

"Get out!" Barkley said angrily.

Mo Mengchen knew that this was useless, but he still told Barkley several solutions.

His words sounded to Barkley, just like those students who didn't like English classes. You think he listened very seriously, but in fact he really didn't know what the teacher was talking about.

What are rest and braking, what are pressurized bandages, what are the regulating limbs, what are the relaxation of calf muscle foam rollers, what are the activation of the anterior tibial muscles, what are the soleus muscle stretching...

Mo Mengchen said for a few minutes, and Barkley nodded red-facedly until he said Bingfu.

Damn, I finally understood a word!

"You are undoubtedly a strange flower in NBA history. It's a pity that you don't know how to maintain it at all." Mo Mengchen said, "If you have a doctor like me as your personal doctor, your career will be extended for many years, which is a pity."

Barkley is good at capturing the key points, and he immediately catches the elements: "Then why don't you be my personal doctor?"

"Chuck, you probably can't afford to hire him."

Dumas is also tired, why do you bring a little brother to see the world? These old hooligans are all thinking about poaching?

"What?" Barkley glared, "You think I can't afford him?"

Dumas had been holding it in for a long time and couldn't help but come out to argue with others.

"If you don't say anything else, just start with small things. What hotel do you stay in San Antonio?" Dumas asked.

Barkley said proudly: "I'm not like you guys who don't know how to enjoy it. I live in Contanton!"

"Oh? That's where humans live?"

Dumas's words made several others extremely harsh.

It's almost the same, Contanton!

Everyone's eyes were extremely hot, Dumas fearlessly said, "We are staying at the Royal Hotel Emmanuel."

"It's a fucking waste, right?"

"Do you have too much money to have no place to put it?"

"Aren't you just here to play an All-Star Game? As for this?"

"It's indeed a rural guy from Detroit!"

The all-stars in the East and West were wailing. It was not that they could not afford to stay in the Royal Hotel of Emmanuel, but that there was no need.

Now I saw a group of people who didn’t play by the rules and secretly moved into the Emmanuel Royal Hotel. Just forget it if you move in secret, why do you want to show off?

"Is this true?" Barkley swallowed hard.

"It's true," Mo Mengchen said, "but it's not as expensive as you think. I have Emmanuel's gold card, and I can stay for free."
Chapter completed!