“After Christmas?!”

In Siphus's office, Mo Mengchen thought he had heard the operation arrangement wrong.

Siphus nodded and said, "Yes, the patient wants to have a Christmas with his family before undergoing surgery."

"You should have explained it to him?"

He may die suddenly at any time.

Mo Mengchen didn't expect that someone would joke about his life. Siphus expressed helplessness because it was the patient's decision, and no matter how much they persuaded them, they could not change the other party's thoughts.

"Every doctor told him that there was only 20% chance, so he wanted to have the last Christmas with his family," said Seaphus.

Mo Mengchen asked with a smile: "Which genius told him this probability? I really want to know how this probability was calculated?"

"This probability is derived from the combination and various possible accidents." Sivers explained.

Combining various possible accidents? Typical talk on paper.

Those people may have written hundreds of papers, but they must have stayed away from the operating table for many years, only had theory but no operating experience, and thought they were very professional in giving probability, which often scared the patient to death.

These idiots are like idiots who think they understand basketball very well after taking data.

Mo Mengchen sat down and asked, "Do you believe in religion?"

"No, what's wrong?" Siphus asked strangely.

It's a pity that if Siphus was religious, she could have prayed for the patient.

Pray that he lives until after Christmas.

This is Momonchen's first SS-level operation in his career, and since Siphus grabbed this operation for him, the surgical task has appeared.

Surgery objectives:

Complete the operation.

Prerequisites for completing the surgery: S-level plan, S-level technique, S-level efficiency.

Note: Nothing is indispensable! Nothing is indispensable!

If the operation is successful, the reward is 100,000 attribute points.

The clear price is there.

No wonder Mo Mengchen is so worried about this patient he has never known each other. He has 100,000 attribute points for a surgery, which is exciting to think about.

Now, he can only pray that the patient can wait until after Christmas, and then constantly simulate the operation, familiarize himself with the entire process, and strive to complete the operation as quickly as possible.

The system requires efficiency, which is to speed up, which is completely in line with his requirements.

In fact, his favorite surgery is not the simplest one, but the shortest time surgery.

The length of time is the key, and most surgery is very simple.

This operation will take nearly seven hours to complete the entire operation plan according to the plan of those old scholars.

For Mo Mengchen, the operation took too long.

He needs to refine this surgical plan, and he does not think it is an S-level surgical plan.

The system requires S-level efficiency, so a cumbersome surgical plan obviously does not meet this requirement. It can also be said that this surgical plan definitely does not meet the system standards.

Old scholars like to seek stability and ensure that there is no accident. These people never go to the battlefield in person, they only know to hold meetings in the conference room to summarize and then give a general direction.

"A bunch of idiots."

Mo Mengchen stayed in the office for three hours.

From now on, until Christmas, he has no plans for surgery, and the only thing he has to do is to ensure that the surgery after Christmas is successful.

Ever since he took over the patient, the medical community has turned its attention to Saint Lucifer.

On the day of the operation, many people will be present, and Saint Lucifer will also broadcast the operation live.

Mo Mengchen deleted and revised the operation plan, and time flew by, and it was afternoon in a blink of an eye.

Training time is up.

He had a game with the Wizards at home in the evening, and then tomorrow, starting with two away games in a row, and he couldn't go back to the hospital for simulated surgery.

Mo Mengchen decided to bring the surgical plan with him and carefully deleted and modified it during this period.

Henry Ford Training Center

At the end of the training, Westfal summoned the players.

There is no talk, just to play a small game before the training is over.

"The free throw game, each person is fined ten goals, and the person who loses the most...."

Rashid said excitedly: "Give money to Dad's foundation!"

"That's right, and there is no overtime. If the minimum score is the same, then the fine will be imposed."

Westfar smiled faintly and said, "To make your conscience uneasy, I decided to set an example."

After saying that, Westfal actually came to the free throw line with a long sleeve and held the ball.

Everyone stared at him and watched him get in with one ball.

"The coach has definitely practiced secretly in private!" Ginobili whispered.

"Manu, I didn't practice secretly." Westfal looked back at the Argentinian, frightening the latter so much that he hurriedly hid behind Lauderdale.

Lauderdale frowned, feeling that things were not easy.

Because his free throws are really bad, if he plays this game, wouldn't he be absolutely at the bottom?

The Chicago giant thought of this and his salary. Although he made some money with Mo Mengchen to bet on football a few years ago, he couldn't stand it.

Thinking of this, Lauderdale had an idea and covered her stomach and screamed.

"Da Pu, what's wrong with you?"

"Da Pu?"

“are    you     ok?”

Lauderdale said with his eyes wide open: "I have a stomachache..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Westfal missed a goal, obviously he didn't expect that the giant with thick eyebrows and big eyes would do this.

However, he could understand Lauderdale, and it was really unfair to let him play this game.

"Go," said Westfal.

A few seconds later, Big Ben did the same, and he had a headache.

From then on, Lauderdale suffered from indirect stomach pain, Big Ben was infected with persistent dizziness, and every attack was when playing free throw games on the Pistons.

The Pistons' recent instability at the free throw line has also been shown here.

Hill came on the court after Westfal. He wanted to make a good start for everyone, but he scored a good result of six out of ten.

"Yes, it's improved compared to your 50% free throw shooting percentage in the previous few games." Mo Mengchen's complaint.

Hill glared at him with resentment.

Although Mo Mengchen's free throw order rate has all declined, he still maintains a high level of 86%. He can despise everyone in the stadium as he pleases.

Brad Miller played with confidence, eight out of ten to ensure that he did not rank at the bottom.

Houston staged a high-level free throw, 10 of ten shots, but he didn't lose one goal. Unfortunately, due to his playing style, his amazing free throw stability is difficult to bring feedback on the court, because he averaged only 2 free throws per game.

Barkley then played, seven out of ten, still better than Hill.

"Mom, it seems you will lose this money!" Barkley laughed.

Unfortunately, talented people emerge in the world.

After Jerome Williams came on the court, he held the ball and fell into deep thought.

Who knows what kind of psychological torture this toughest hero in the team has gone through.

"Jerome, do you have stomachache, too?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

"No!" Williams would not escape, he patted the ball and started to attack.

The final result is six out of ten.

"Very good, Jerome's free throw is the same as Grant." Mo Mengchen's ridicule is indistinguishable, and no one can escape it.

Who told you not to be punished?

After one round of punishment, the worst performance was Hill and Williams.

Only Mo Mengchen was left without free throws.

"Dad?"

"Do you think I need it?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill shouted, "Go up!"
To be continued...