"Mo, how did you win a triple-double with 100% shooting rate?"

"Concentrate, wholeheartedly, good condition, that's all."

Countless reporters were asking questions, and Mo Mengchen answered one by one.

By the end of the press conference, it was getting late.

Mo Mengchen didn't want Boss to wait for a long time, so he resigned from Collins.

"Go early and come back early."

The team won five consecutive victories, Collins was in a happy mood and approved Mo Mengchen's request.

In order to avoid reporters, Mo Mengchen made a semi-professional disguise. It would be difficult to recognize him unless he was an acquaintance who was with him day and night.

He is not a household name in the United States, but he performed too well in Atlanta tonight, so he didn't want to have any scandals with a single rich woman with an amazing value.

Doria Restaurant

Posser sent Lorenta home to sleep first, because she knew that Mo Mengchen had to deal with the press conference and would not end so soon.

Before that, she dressed up a little.

In the restaurant, Mo Mengchen saw her.

Bosser was completely unrecognizable when he saw Mo Mengchen at first sight. He was wearing thick clothes, a golden wig, a pair of black-framed glasses covered his shiny eyes, and a fake beard.

How familiar is this to recognize him at a glance?

"What are you doing? Are you imitating "Die Hard"?" Boser asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen sat down calmly, and he had to confirm whether it was safe here. There were no reporters nearby and whether the waiter recognized him.

"Don't worry, as long as no one notices you when you come, no one follows you, I promise that no third person will know what happened tonight. You and me are the only ones here."

It seems that they are adulterers who have an affair. How can things be that complicated? It’s just that they meet the patient’s family in private in the middle of the night...

Although Lorenta is not his patient yet...

Momon took off his glasses. Although they were not of any degree, they were uncomfortable to wear.

"Have Lorenta been asleep?"

Mo Mengchen was not seen, and as he spoke, he opened the menu and was indeed hungry.

"Sleeping, she's very happy tonight. You let her watch a great game and she will fall in love with the NBA."

Mo Mengchen called the waiter and ordered a steak and a glass of Coke.

"Will this not be unhealthy?" Poser heard that NBA players eat very regularly and basically don't drink carbonated beverages.

Mo Mengchen said: "I am still very young and my body recovers very quickly."

Also, you shouldn't be interested in this, madam?

Bosser was really not interested, she just wanted to start the conversation.

"Doctor Mo, your recent game..."

Are you mistaken? Do you really want to talk to me about the NBA? I don’t want to talk to a single mother about the NBA.

Mo Mengchen interrupted her: "Why not talk about Lorenta just by talking about it?"

"Do you want to talk?" Bosser asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "I didn't want to talk before, but now I happen to be in this mood. If you don't want to, then we don't want to talk, have a meal together, and say good night to each other. What do you think?"

"Do you want her surgery?"

"I didn't say that..."

Boser's eyes trembled: "But you said she was your patient in front of the reporter."

"It's just an excuse, this can't mean anything." Mo Mengchen stared at her, without any desire in his eyes, as if the woman in front of him who was constantly emitting charm was a dry human specimen, and she was not attractive to him. "I just want to know, how much do you know about Lorenta's illness?"

Finally I had the chance to make it clear.

Poser knew that opportunity was rare, and this man with a changeable temperament might only give her this opportunity.

She must grasp it well.

"Lorenta is only 10 years old and is still very young, and her disease is not life-threatening. This is why you have always opposed her surgery, right?"

Boss asked tentatively.

Mo Mengchen couldn't refuse: "Yes, even I don't want patients to have surgery. As long as they go to the operating table, no matter how small the surgery is, there will be risks."

"What if she insists on doing it, I will support her too?" asked Bosser.

Mo Mengchen said: "This is your decision, no one can interfere, but I also have the right to accept or refuse."

"Why?"

"Because this surgery is also risky to me, you should know how many ACL tear I have experienced, my lower limbs are very fragile, and I don't know what kind of damage will cause to my body after standing for a long time." Mo Mengchen said, "I don't want to ruin my career for a surgery."

"The chance is very small, isn't it?"

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "It's very young, but if my lower limbs have problems again, my career may end here. Madam, do you think I want to bet on my life for Lorenta?"

Convince me, give me a reason!

Give me a reason to have to have surgery on her.

Mo Mengchen looked at Boser deeply and waited for her to speak.

"I have no other skills, just good vision, so I have made many right investments and I believe you won't have any problems," said Bosser. "You will successfully complete the Lorenta surgery and your old injuries will not recur, I believe."

This is not enough.

"At this point, I have no worries about food and clothing. My only concern is Lorenta. I hope she can smile, cry, be sad or angry like a normal person. She is no different from others, I need to let her know this."

What else?

Bosser found that there was no other change on Mo Mengchen's face and knew that this could not impress him, so he changed his words: "I heard about the Pistons."

"I also know that your goal is not just to be a player."

"You are an NBA player, a doctor, a chef, or a singer."

At this point, Mo Mengchen's mood was finally moved.

How did she know?

"But I believe that what you value most is the NBA. You spend a lot of your time on the basketball court, which is why, you want to dominate the team."

Boser and Mo Mengchen looked at each other, and the seemingly weak and helpless mother instantly turned into a domineering strong woman: "I can help you, this is the reason why I invest in the Pistons. You are also very clear that this team has no business prospects, and the reason why I chose to join is just because of you."

"No matter how much storm you want to cause in the team in the future, I will do my best to help you, as long as... you promise to help Lorenta with surgery."

At the end of the day, the tone of the domineering strong woman became softer again because she didn't know what Mo Mengchen would do.

Women are made of water.

A drop of water cannot even penetrate paper, but countless drops of water can penetrate hard stones.

It's really ever-changing.

"Sir, please use it slowly." The waiter served the steak.

Mo Mengchen took out his own tableware and cut the steak while saying, "I have to say, you know me better than my girlfriend."

"You are right. Even if I have such great ambitions, I do need your help."

"It's just that, it's not that you have to."

Mo Mengchen said: "You underestimate the risk of the surgery to me because you are not a doctor."

"Two years ago. I had nothing, my life had no hope, fate tormented me, God despised me, I even thought of suicide." Mo Mengchen said slowly, his hands had not slowed down at all, which had formed an instinct, as if he could cut the steak neatly with his eyes closed.

Bosser looked at him speechlessly.

Why did he refuse to perform surgery on Lorenta?

This is her biggest confusion.

The secret is about to be revealed.

The answer is often very simple, Mo Mengchen had already told her to see her.

"I used to be a high-profile basketball star. Three ACL tearings destroyed me. My family encouraged me. They decided to make me a doctor. However, God may feel that the torture I have not been enough. Three ACL tearings were not enough. He wants me to experience the pain in the world."

Mo Mengchen talked about the car accident.

"I believe that's a curse. Why? I was still recovering from the wounds, my knees had not recovered, my family encouraged me, everything was about to start from scratch..."

Mo Mengchen cut off the last piece of steak.

He thought he could tell the story calmly. Until now, nightmarish memories flashed through his mind. He cut it hard, and the blade that broke the steak slashed on the plate, making a harsh scratch.

Bosser didn't know how to respond, she knew that this was part of Mo Mengchen's resume.

She knew about the car accident.

"We had a car accident, my family was seriously injured, and what about me? I only have skin trauma, I still have consciousness, I can still move, I can still... do some insignificant emergency measures."
To be continued...