After the press conference, Mo Mengchen walked into the corridor smoothly.

After walking a few steps, he was a little unstable. He quickly held the wall with his hands and controlled the center of gravity of his body. Anthony hurried over and pulled: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Bitter Gua still cares about me.

Frauses followed, took the initiative and asked, "Mo, can you play in the sixth game?"

Anthony hesitated for a moment, and immediately heard something was wrong, Mo Mengchen looked like this...

"What do you mean?" Anthony asked.

"If the team needs it, I can stick with it." Mo Mengchen smiled bitterly, "Of course, it's better not."

Anthony finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Anthony asked.

"If I can't play Game 6," Momonchen stood up and slowly let go of the hands that Anthony and Frauses placed on him, "What would you do?"

Even if Mo Mengchen didn't say it clearly, Anthony knew what was going on.

It must have been caused by the impact with Bowen...

"I will do my best and do everything to help the team end the series in Game 6!" Anthony said solemnly.

Suddenly, Mo Mengchen remembered the 1980 finals. The Lakers fought against the 76ers in the finals and told the Magic to wait until G7 to kill the opponent.

The magician told Tian Gou to spray champagne, and then he played the 42157 that was so famous that it had never been known for.

Can Anthony copy the magician's miracle?

To be honest, Mo Mengchen didn't particularly believe in Anthony.

After all, this year is his first starter, and he has never been alone with his father and mother before.

But, so what?

If he doesn't give him a stage, he will never prove himself.

Before entering the locker room, Momonchen asked Anthony to keep it secret.

Apart from him, only Frauses, Hill and the team doctor know about this so far.

In order to avoid leaking the news, the piston blocked the news that Mo Mengchen was injured.

That night, Mo Mengchen went to the St. Lucifer Hospital alone under the name of working on night shifts.

Apart from the people on the team, there are only Noah Sivers and the intern Sushi Jacquesen whom he brought out.

At 1:30 a.m., Momonchen arrived at the St. Lucifer Hospital and then under the arrangement of Jacques Bosson, an MRI was performed.

After the inspection, he and Siphus returned to the office and waited for the results to come out.

It was the first time that Siphus had seen him so silently after knowing Mo Mengchen for so many years.

Even if he doesn't want to talk, he will have nothing to say. As a person, as long as he is with an acquaintance, he will find a way to find out the other party's faults.

After Siphus had sex with him, he thought the situation would improve. As a result, the man not only did not repent, but also became even worse. He was the most annoying when he took off all his clothes and fought in bed. He would compare the difference between her and his wife's figure to his heart's content.

This guy who doesn't make people feel uncomfortable all over without getting angry is now silent.

Siphus made him a cup of instant coffee.

Every time he comes to Saint Lucifer on the morning shift, he will make a cup of instant coffee, not because he likes it, but because the bitter coffee can cheer him up. He only takes one sip at a time and then throws it away like a garbage dump.

"I'm not thirsty." Mo Mengchen said.

"There will be no problem," Siphus said softly, "You have more care than anyone in this world, and this time it's the same."

For a person who had three ACL tearings and the system determined that the safety values ​​of left and right knees were 30 and 35, Siphus' comfort was powerless.

Mo Mengchen's silence was not because of sadness, nor was he waiting for the results of the MRI like those death row prisoners waiting to go to the execution ground.

What he is considering is something that has nothing to do with health.

How am I doing as a time traveler?

Mo Mengchen thought about this issue carefully and after thinking about it, he could not deny himself no matter what, because he did a good job in all aspects.

Not humbly, he has done his best to do all the projects he has dabbled in.

The second question: Is it worth it?

In order to achieve the ten consecutive dominances, he gave up a lot. Now he has focused all his attention on the NBA, and even his concern for his family is decreasing.

He had never thought about this matter carefully. He used to comfort himself with the words "I still have a lot of time until I complete my goal."

Now that he is injured, he has time to think about this issue.

Eight consecutive championships, nine consecutive championships, and ten consecutive championships.

The record is always there, and he has achieved the ultimate.

No matter how long it has passed, he and the Pistons will become the most memorable page in the history of the NBA. Do you really need a record-breaking nine consecutive championships or even ten consecutive championships to prove yourself?

Even if he retires tonight, will he be ridiculed by someone who has created a fabulous seven consecutive championships in the modern NBA?

No, he is already a legend among legends.

"Does Monica watch the game tonight?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Siphus didn't expect that he would suddenly ask this question and answered directly: "Of course, she is not only interested in medical practice, but also in basketball now. It's worthy of being..."

"My daughter." She paused and said with a smile.

At this time, Sushi Jacquesen knocked on the door and came in.

"Dr. Mo, the results of the MRI have come out."

Su Xi handed the result to Mo Mengchen, and before he could see it, he said, "Your luck is so good!"

Through the photos of the MRI, Mo Mengchen saw his meniscus. The last time he took MRI was eleven years ago, he went to the hospital for a full-body examination in order to be selected by the NBA team.

The familiar and unfamiliar meniscus doesn't look like it has a health value of only 30.

Mo Mengchen believed that his meniscus was no different from those with full health, both of which were like a curved moon.

Su Xi said that Mo Mengchen's good luck was not without reason. His injury history, caused by such a collision, was simply a radial tear of the meniscus on his right knee.

This is the most common type of meniscus tear. What is shown in the MRI is that there is a tear-like gap in the middle of the meniscus.

These gaps are located in the avascular area of ​​the meniscus and have no blood supply, so these gaps have little ability to heal. Therefore, when these gaps require surgical treatment, the usual choice is to trim the damaged portion of the meniscus.

Mo Mengchen's gap is very small and can be completed by just a simple and convenient minimally invasive surgery. At that time, you can restore your exercise ability after half a month of rest.

If he knew it was the result on the spot, he would be very happy.

Now, in addition to being at ease, he also felt a little more indescribable melancholy.

"Doctor Mo, do you want to arrange surgery for you immediately?" Su Xi asked.

"No hurry." Mo Mengchen said, "Please inform the team of this news, there are many people waiting for the results."

Suxi left the office.

Siphus asked, “Why not have surgery immediately?”

"Because the game hasn't been finished yet."

"Are you crazy?" Seavers asked nervously, "Do you want to play with injuries?"

"If it weren't forcing me, no one would be a hero." Mo Mengchen stood up, and a stinging pain came from his right knee, and then took a step forward, and the stinging feeling was still there.

This pain will continue.

He could walk in an ugly but comfortable way. In order to maintain his image, or that little dignity is insignificant, he chose a painful way to walk.

He straightened his back like a soldier, and wanted to make people believe that he had nothing to do. His tight expression and trembling eyes exposed his true feelings.

"I'll send you back."

Seavers said suddenly.

Mo Mengchen's door was on the door handle, and he turned around and smiled, "I won't bother you with such a rough job."

"It's so late, who will send you home?"

"Of course, it's the servant who is responsible for doing the hard work."

The servant? Siphus did not think that Mo Mengchen would call his driver like this. Although this person's pretense, the condition should not be so serious.

Since he had sent him, Siphus couldn't say anything. She didn't want to let Mo Mengchen walk to the parking lot with one foot. During this period, if a large number of patients were hit and injured, the St. Lucifer Hospital would be smashed by the angry Detroitian tomorrow morning.

Thinking of this, Siphus decided to send Dr. Mo a ride.

Mo Mengchen was not only not moved but also a little unhappy when Siphus tried his best. Doesn’t he seem very fragile? Thinking of him as a darling dormo, the devil who shrouded the shadow of the alliance, the devil who ruled the car city, the superstar of the era who dared not follow in the world, was actually reduced to the point where he was sent to the parking lot by a woman?

"Why is it so slow?"

Seeing Mo Mengchen, Hill took off the black hood that was suspected to be a terrorist and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Seavers didn't watch the football, she knew Hill at least. She asked with a smile: "Doctor Mo, is this what you call a servant?"

"What?" Devil Mountain twitched, "What did he say I'm?"

Siphus was not sure about Mo Mengchen and Hill's friendship. Seeing Devil Mountain's expression changed drastically, he thought he was really angry, so he quickly explained: "It's nothing, I'm joking, Dr. Mo didn't say that."

"Ms., thank you for sending this bastard here. You have nothing to do here. We will deal with our affairs by ourselves. Please leave immediately to avoid hurting the innocent." Hill joked seriously.

Siphus said goodbye to them and turned around as he walked.

When Seaphus walked away, Hill angrily said, "You actually said I am a servant?"

"The night is so beautiful tonight, Grant, should I have a midnight snack together?"

"Don't change the topic the fuck!"

"All of them are civilized people, can you not swear?"

"Are you fucking civilized?
Chapter completed!