After visiting Lorenta, Mo Mengchen did not say anything else, said goodbye as if nothing had happened, and then went for surgery.

It was a difficult operation, which took five and a half hours, and they eventually succeeded.

The patient survived, but this successful operation could only allow him to live in this world for half a year.

Mo Mengchen entered the sterile room, took off his surgical gown and gloves, and washed his hands over and over again.

"There are 0 mistakes in this game. - Success."

"Technical techniques have achieved A.-success."

"Complete the surgery with the highest efficiency. - Failed."

“The operation was successful.”

“Surgery difficulty: S-level.”

“Rewards 2000-200.”

Mo Mengchen is used to brushing the green lines of words in front of him when he has undergone the operation. At first, he feels very awkward, but later he thinks it is pleasing to the eye. This system is still very humane, and when pushing information, they are always in green fonts.

The same thing is said, if you want to live a decent life, you must have a little green in front of you.

He gradually discovered that some difficult surgeries will also increase the rewards.

In the previous game, he earned 3,900 points and one skill in one go. Now this operation is 1,800 points. In a blink of an eye, he saved another 5,700 points.

Although not much, it is still a little faster than the beginning of the season.

Is it difficult to do surgery, but is it not a match?

Mo Mengchen thought.

If there is no distinction, it only means that the system is not smart enough.

If you don’t have a voice function, you won’t even have a teaching method for using it.

Mo Mengchen still doesn't know if he has mastered the system, because he really has no idea how to start and can only use the task mechanism to earn attribute points for himself.

This is actually not bad. He will not soar into the sky. If he wants to succeed, the system will provide at most help, and in the end he has to rely on his own efforts.

The system just turns the impossible into a possibility, and it still has to pay a lot to achieve this possibility.

Mo Mengchen washed his hands more than ten times, and finally walked out of the sterilization room, and happened to meet his intern Romeen.

Although she is Nigerian, she is not a pure black person. It is a bit complicated to explain clearly that her bloodline is a bit complicated. Her mother is a mixed race between Canada and Congo, and then her mother formed a family with a mixed race between Mexico and Nigeria. Then the two mixed races gave birth to the ultimate mixed race, so it is really hard to say what kind of person she is.

Brown skin and beautiful dark brown eyes are the biggest features of Romeen, and combined with her facial features, it makes her look particularly like Jessica Alba.

"Doctor Mo, that surgical report..."

She held a stack of information and followed Mo Mengchen in fear.

"You do it." Mo Mengchen said, "Don't mess it up."

Romeen smiled nervously, hoping to use this to hide his panic: "Don't worry, I won't know, I will definitely..."

She is really a very big person. When she first came to Mo Mengchen to report, she almost killed the patient on the operating table due to a mistake in cooperation.

She also obtained the nickname "Murder License".

This incident deeply hurt her heart. She thought it was the worst thing to do when she was in St. Lucifer Hospital for internship. Later, she heard that the hospital assigned her to the best and youngest and promising doctor in the hospital. He abandoned the superior treatment of Mayo Center for his dream and was named in St. Lucifer. If they did not go away, he would come to the hospital for surgery every morning and maintain the golden body of 0 failures in the operation.

Romeen thought she was going to take off.

The result was the beginning of her hellish internship life.

But after following Mo Mengchen one morning, Romeen wanted to apply for surgery. She wanted to go to the emergency room to help. She thought that even the hardest and most tiring emergency room was better than being a Mo Mengchen intern.

Mengchen rejected her application.

The reason is also very simple.

"I can't let you harm others."

So Romeen's second nickname came into being - harming people.

"Don't rush to submit the report after you finish it, show it to me." Mo Mengchen walked out of the sterilization room and said, "If the patient of 4412 is in trouble, call me at any time."

"What if you're away?" Romeen asked.

Mo Mengchen said, "Unless he is about to die, no one will attack him."

"Yes." Romeen nodded.

After saying that, Mo Mengchen turned around and left.

After Mo Mengchen left, Romeen breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't get scolded today.

Romeen was very grateful.

Mo Mengchen arrived at the hospital at 8 o'clock and underwent surgery at 9 o'clock. It was now 3:40 pm. The afternoon training has been delayed, and he has not had lunch yet.

"Damn it, I can't be busy!"

Mo Mengchen went to the garage and drove away.

In the car, he was driving while eating voracious oatmeal cookies.

Although it is not delicious, it can only be like this. It is impossible for him to train without eating. This will not only be bad for his health, but also have a good weight loss effect.

He is 197 cm tall, but he weighs only 80 kilograms.

What is this concept?

Jordan was very thin just now, right? But at that time, Jordan had already weighed 85 kilograms. Later, in order to fight against the muscles of the Bad Boys Legion, he harshly increased his weight to 95 kilograms. Although Mo Mengchen thought it had nothing to do with his muscles, it was the introduction of a "malicious foul" that ruined the Bad Boys Legion. From this, you can imagine how thin Mo Mengchen's current weight is for an NBA player.

What made him helpless was that it would be difficult to maintain such a weight.

Because he trained too much during the season, he was too busy every day and had no time to gain weight. What's more, his body cannot receive high-intensity strength training, nor can he do large-weight strength training, so the meat grows even slower.

This is not enough to just open your mouth and eat it.

If you only eat but don’t practice, you can only grow fat, and that’s useless.

"Mo, you're late."

Collins saw that it was already four o'clock and the shooting training of others had been completed, and he was about to conduct group confrontations.

"Feel sorry."

Mo Mengchen didn't find any reason and admitted his mistake directly.

Collins didn't make things difficult for him, and said, "Go and warm up."

Mo Mengchen changed his clothes and walked to the court to quickly warm up.

"Where have you been? Do you think it would be great to have a lucky winner in a kill, and there is no need to train?"

Houston wanted to come over and care about Mo Mengchen for a while, but when he saw his annoying face, what he said turned into a smell.

Mo Mengchen didn't even look at him directly.

"If you hadn't watched them send the ball out at the last moment, I wouldn't have had the chance to score that goal. Speaking of which, it was all your credit, and you should be proud." Mo Mengchen said frivolously.

Houston was furious: "You, you, you... don't talk nonsense! What does watching you mean? I didn't react at all!"

"The ball flew past your eyes, didn't you react? Are you a sloth?" Mo Mengchen said aggressively, "Thank me, if I hadn't stepped on a piece of shit and had some good luck, you would have been the sinner last night."

Houston began to fall into a full disadvantage in this match.

"You let MJ score 57 points, and finally watched him catch the ball and hit the final shot. If we lose, what will the fans think of you?" Mo Mengchen said one after another. Houston was dry and wanted to refute but couldn't think of how to refute.

Seeing Houston's pitiful appearance, Hill couldn't help but come and help him: "Okay, Mo, Alan worked very hard last night."

"Don't be a good person here, you're not much better."

Hill wanted to persuade the fight, but he got himself in.

In that game last night, Hill and Houston performed badly. One was beaten and the other was hitting a shooting percentage that was comparable to Pi Peng. However, Pi Peng was more comprehensive, and his defense was still at the DOPY level, and his output was much greater than Hill.

The team's number one and number two were speechless by Mo Mengchen, and Collins watched the fire from the other side.

The biggest difference between Mo Mengchen and other rookies is his high posture. He will not be humble to the old birds just because he is a rookie.

He straightened his back and sprayed as soon as he should.

Moreover, as long as it is his mistake, such as when he is late, he will admit his mistake and have no excuses.

The quarrel between Momonchen and Hill and Houston happened every day, but this quarrel did not affect their tacit understanding at all.

Afterwards, Collins organized a confrontation and deliberately separated Momonchen and Hill; Houston.

Mo Mengchen brought Thorpe, Mills and other old birds, and Hill and Houston were full of anger, and the other three rookies were brought to light. The two sides played in flames, with the intensity of the regular season.

In the last moment, Houston sat off Mo Mengchen and scored with a buzzer-beating jump shot, and they won.

"Although your strength has grown a lot, it is impossible to defend me!" Houston also became much tougher after hitting the decisive kill on Mo Mengchen's head.

Mo Mengchen accepted it humbly and his understanding of his own strength became clearer.

His upper limb strength and lower limb strength have reached 80 or even 85. Such data can definitely be said to be excellent. Why are they always pushed away?

Mo Mengchen naturally thought of his weight.

If the increase in strength attributes is a reference to weight, then his current strength is the excellent standard of weight of 80 kilograms.

95% of NBA players are as heavy as him or even heavier than him.

"A problem was solved, and countless more problems came out."

Mo Mengchen raised his head and felt a pain in his head.

"What's wrong with him?" Hill asked.

Dumas said: "It's probably because someone is killing me, right?"

Houston asked, "Then do I want to comfort him?"
Chapter completed!