Three ruthless minutes, this was a complete defeat.

Penns lost to the Pistons, and the Knicks lost to the Pistons, from start to finish.

The last two minutes were just a cutscene and meaningless game time.

In the end, the Pistons defeated the Knicks 111-94 to win the highly anticipated Christmas battle.

Mo Mengchen made 13 of 20 shots, made 6 of 6 free throws, scored 38 points, 10 rebounds and 6 assists, Hill made 9 of 18 shots, achieving a triple-double of 26 points, 10 rebounds and 12 assists; on the Knicks, Penns made 15 of 31 shots, scoring 40 points, but unfortunately his teammates provided too little help, and he lost completely in the three minutes of the opponent Mo Mengchen.

Of course, there are many ways for Penny fans to excuse him.

It's too long to play;

No one of his teammates can share the pressure for him;

Who can withstand it as accurate as a ghost?

With all this, what people are best at is making excuses for failure.

For Van Gundy, this is not an excuse, it is the reason why they lose, why no one can share the pressure for Penns? Why do Penns play so long? Why are they incompetent after the outbreak? Why?

Van Gundy was satisfied with the first match between the two teams this season. The problems exposed by the team and the disadvantages of the Pistons were also reflected here.

Tonight is Christmas, and it's still far from the playoffs that decide everything, and they have enough time to solve these problems.

After all, this is just a regular season game.

Christmas war? What is that? Van Gundy has never liked this gimmick of forcing players to leave their relatives behind to continue working on the most important festival of the year. He strongly opposed Christmas war, but unfortunately the decision on this matter was not with him.

Even though I won the game, it was just a game.

Mo Mengchen was not very satisfied. This game tonight has no reference value for the future.

He believed that the Knicks' strength was definitely not just that. Van Gundy was too indulgent to Hardaway, and Pipen, Mutombo and others had not yet performed well.

This game is more like a test-to-end game. Both sides want to try out each other's depth, but they end up trying out nothing.

The Knicks did not play a defense that would limit their opponents to 88 points per game, and the Pistons also played more routinely. However, the two teams would have to play four times in the regular season in a season, which is only the first time.

There are opportunities to test the opponent's background in the future, but I don't know how calm they are. If the Knicks keep playing in this conservative way, it will be difficult for the Pistons to try out their bottom in the regular season.

No matter what routine you want to work in the playoffs, you must try the regular season. If you haven't tried it in the regular season, but you can directly take it out in the playoffs, the consequences will be unpredictable.

The Knicks' problems are obvious, the centripetal force of others, and the depth of the lineup.

Their starting lineup also doesn't find any more than the league: Penny, Pippen, Steve Smith, Camby and Mutombo.

This starting quality is very high, height, speed, intensity, offense, and defense.

They can face any emergencies, but unfortunately, from tonight, Van Gundy has not yet realized the team's potential.

Tonight, the Knicks only played 50% of their combat power, which didn't seem like they were deliberately letting go, but the coach's plan was not in place.

"Doctor Mo, if you play every game like the three minutes in the fourth quarter, I believe you can win the scoring champion!"

On the way back, Adrian excitedly talked about Mo Mengchen's performance tonight.

Those three minutes were of course the focus, and Adrian still only recognized the score.

"Then why don't I behave like those three minutes every game?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Ephraim couldn't help but look back at his younger brother, wanting to know how he would answer.

"Because Dr. Mo doesn't like eating alone!" Adrian's words were exactly what Mo Mengchen wanted.

Discussing physical strength with him, protecting himself, and taking action at critical moments is tantamount to playing the piano for a cow. Therefore, the explanation of not liking to eat alone perfectly solved Mo Mengchen's question.

"Your point of view is very novel." Mo Mengchen smiled faintly.

Ephraim asked, “Is that all?”

Mo Mengchen said lightly: "In court, which stage is your period of effort?"

Ephraim replied: "Ask the plaintiff and the defendant, and the final summary of the jury."

"Why do you need to exert force during that time?"

“These are two decisive time periods.”

Mo Mengchen nodded gently: "Yes, so do I. Only by exerting force when it is decided can I get the greatest feedback."

The Orrenna siblings didn't ask why Mo Mengchen could always exert his strength at that time.

If you really want to ask, it would be a big problem, but Mo Mengchen will solve this problem simply and roughly.

Because my teammates are so terrible.

When he got home, Mo Mengchen took another shower. He took another shower in the shower room of the arena and went home to the water again because he always felt that the water in the arena was not clean.

After taking a shower, Mo Mengchen returned to the room and lay down, just about to turn on the system and take a look.

Ephraim came in very carefully, almost silently, floating into the room like a phantom from the Second World; the only sound was the slight sound of squeezing the sheets when she went to bed.

"Doctor Mo, I hope the penny doesn't exhaust you tonight."

The female lawyer who looked even more beautiful under the night said charmingly.

"Only you can exhaust me, Ms. Oerina." Momonchen whispered.

Ephraim climbed onto Momchen and tightly clamped his body with her thighs. She supported her upper body with both hands, and her dark father's hair fell like the dark night. The fascinating fragrance drifted into Momchen's nose.

Ephraim bent down firmly, even a little anxiously, teased Mommonchen's eyelids, cheeks and lips with the heads of his peaks that could not be covered by the night.

Mo Mengchen smiled slightly, and slowly and gently reached out to hug Ephraim's shoulders. She straightened up and slipped away from his fingers, her whole body shone in the quiet night like heaven - like light and water, and her two bodies were combined into one. Mo Mengchen wanted to move, but Ephraim held him tightly with both hands to prevent him from changing his posture.

Ephraim shook his waist gently but firmly, leaned his head back, and three thousand black silks flew in the air.

Mo Mengchen closed his eyes and just relaxed a little, and the wonderful process would end soon.

This time he is really exhausted.

The next day, Mo Mengchen woke up early, and there was another battle today.

Winning the Christmas War is just to warm up today. Putting aside the false head of the Christmas War, last night's game brought him 900 attribute points. If you win today's battle, the attribute points you will be rewarded with will be 200,000.

The operation, which was widely publicized, was today when his patient, the old man named Danny Horston, was lucky enough to survive after Christmas.

Maybe there was really a boring man named God who was favoring him. If it weren't for this, it would be hard for Mo Mengchen to imagine that Horston could survive more than ten days with that heart, allowing the gentle, gentle, easy-going, amiable and superb doctor to perform this operation that determines life and death for him.

The operation was determined by many quack doctors holding murder licenses to have a success rate of only 20%. They kept saying that this conclusion was drawn from combining many possible or inevitable accidents.

Mo Mengchen's response to these rumors has always been very straightforward.

"70%." Mo Mengchen said conservatively, "You have a 70% chance of seeing the sun tomorrow."

He needs to give the patient a little confidence.

Related studies show that optimistic patients are more likely to be pushed out of the operating room alive.

Mo Mengchen has always disbelief of this statement. He is more willing to believe in his scalpel. If he can communicate with the scalpel, he hopes that the scalpel can open the patient's chest accurately and accurately every time, so that he will save much trouble.

Horston smiled bitterly: "You don't have to comfort me."

"It's not my job to comfort the patient." Mo Mengchen said lightly, "You have to be optimistic, you must know, you are lucky?"

This sentence sounds even more ironic to Horston.

Lucky?

Horston couldn't even laugh: "A doctor told me that the probability of the heart growing like me is one in a million. Can this be called luck?"

why not?

Mo Mengchen is willing to call it a great fortune.

Why?

"Most people can only live to twenty years old when they have a heart like you. But now you are 64 years old, it is not lucky to have an illness?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile, "You have been delayed for another half a month to spend Christmas with your family. During this period, you may die suddenly at any time, but you can still breathe and your heartbeat is steady. Isn't this lucky?"

You must be content as a person, old man.

Hoston didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "I feel like I am the lucky one in the world after hearing what you said."

"That's right, you are." Mo Mengchen said against his will.

Although it is rare for Horston to survive to this day, in Mo Mengchen's eyes, he is not the luckiest person in the world.

Who is the lucky person in the world? Of course, he lived for two lifetimes.

That is me.

Before leaving the ward, Mo Mengchen said: "I want something good, I am optimistic about this surgery."

"Has you really never failed?" Horston refers to the surgery.

In order to reassure Hoston, Momonchen could only risk his tombstone being so angry that he smoked, saying, "Yes."

"I believe I am the luckiest person in the world," said Hoston cheerfully. "I am lucky to live until now and have the best surgeon in the world."

Angeli Griffith walked out of the ward with Momonchen.

She asked, "Doctor Mo, is the success rate of this surgery really 70%?"

"No." Mo Mengchen replied.

If I am in good condition, it should be 100%.

This kind of thing is like doing ia. Before we rush to the end, it is difficult for us to know what our state is.

ps: Before I knew it, superstars were going to be on the shelves. After it was launched, it will be updated 12,000 words a day. It's really scary.jpg
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