You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"A spray!"

Counting today, this is Mo Mengchen's fourth day of catching a cold, the situation is still not improving, he is very likely to miss the game tonight.

At home tonight, they will play against Utah Jazz, the top spot in the Western Conference.

The number one team in the East and West played for the first time this season, and it was a lot of attention. Unfortunately, Mo Mengchen is likely to miss this game.

It is not impossible to play with a cold, but when a person is sick, all functions will decline and the body’s defense facilities will be damaged. In this case, if you exercise vigorously, the chance of injury will increase, although the opponent is a jazz. Team, but this is only a regular season.

Whether their opponent is a Western team that can eventually reach the finals, or the tail of the crane that is lucky enough to win the top pick a few months later, this is just a regular season game.

Winning the Jazz does not allow the victory to be multiplied by two. Therefore, Mo Mengchen will choose to truce without catching a cold. It is not his style to hurt the court.

"You look so weak."

This is the first time Ephraim has seen such a Mo Mengchen.

"If you try harder last night, I might be able to pass the cold on to you, maybe it will be better soon." Mo Mengchen joked.

Ephraim blushed and said, "Shall I not be sick then?"

"I would rather let me take care of you than let you take care of me." Mo Mengchen said softly.

The emotional moment was broken by Medela's cough.

"No intention to disturb, but the boss, the old man you brought back to the hospital yesterday had repeated illnesses, he was very uncomfortable, and he did not want to be hospitalized, but he was unable to leave the hospital now." Medela informed her of the hospital The news was conveyed to Mo Mengchen.

Such an accident can be said to be accidental or not.

When Mo Mengchen watched it yesterday, his body was very good, no big deal, but he was almost 70 years old, and his physical condition could not be compared with that of young people. What about internal injuries? (joke)

"I know."

Although Mo Mengchen wanted to personally treat the old man — his name was Henry Devon — it was a pity that he had a cold and could not contact the patient.

"I will see him." Mo Mengchen decided to give this patient to Romen Olagondoye, and with her current ability, it should not be a problem.

Ephraim asked: "Aren't you resting at home? I specifically asked for leave for you..."

"I will go back as soon as I go," Mo Mengchen said.

"Okay, I learned a chocolate cake a few days ago and I will make it for you at noon."

please do not...

Mo Mengchen forced a laugh, knowing that he could not hide but also had to find a backer.

"It's boring to eat alone? Let Adrian be with him too."

"He has to come back at night, and he will go to classmates' meals at noon..."

The little fart boy escaped.

Mo Mengchen had to bear it alone. He changed his clothes and went out with Medela.

In the car, Medela reported on the status of various departments.

The response that Google received after its launch was beyond imagination. Medela didn't expect it to become like this: "With this momentum, our investment may have a return of more than ten times."

ten times? Google feels offended.

"What happened to Meijiayuan?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"It's just as good, but it's not as popular as Google. After all, it's a new website that was just set up." Medela asked tentatively, "Maybe we can find a few stars to make advertising slogans."

Mo Mengchen suddenly had a bad idea: "What do you think of Charles Barkley?"

"Buckley?"

There was a horrifying scene in Medela's mind: Barkley was wearing bright clothes and took a group of advertisements, so the users of beautiful love were poisoned, and an epoch-making dating site was dead.

"Also, Facebook and that video site have also developed one-fifth."

Medela never knew where Mo Mengchen's whimsy came from, "The two Mr. Ma in mainland China are also going very smoothly."

"Very good." Mo Mengchen said rare, "You have worked hard."

Medela is a named assistant to him, but is doing the job of the chief executive. These things are basically her frontline operation, looking for talents. Mo Mengchen is only responsible for funding.

Even so, she did not complain.

She is indeed very hard.

Mo Mengchen was so considerate all of a sudden, and touched Medela. It seemed that the cold would really change people. If so, she would pray to God every day to make Mo Mengchen sick every winter.

Soon, they arrived at Saint Lucifer.

"Help me inform the team, saying that I have a bad cold, and continue the truce tonight." Mo Mengchen said before getting off the car.

He wore a coat and wrapped his body tightly, a warm scarf closed his neck, and no trace of air could enter his body.

Medela replied: "I know."

Mo Mengchen entered the hospital, put on a white uniform, and kept a certain distance from patients and medical staff.

Olagondoye took the initiative to come to him and explain the situation: "Henry Devon, 67 years old..."

"Say something I don't know." Mo Mengchen interrupted him.

"He wanted to leave the hospital last night, broke the glass, suffered multiple cuts on his body and bleed a lot..."

"I actually wasted a night to save such a guy back?" Mo Mengchen suddenly regretted it.

Romen comforted: "At least you saved a life."

Mo Mengchen said indifferently: "Some people's lives are not as good as shit."

"Why did he leave?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Luo Meien said: "He seems to have missed the wedding of his loved ones. He wants to go home and get the tuxedo prepared for the wedding..."

"The wedding of a loved one? On the eve of the wedding, he almost died on the street because of drunkenness. He still has to attend the wedding?" Mo Mengchen felt more and more stupid.

Mo Mengchen and Romen chatted about Henry Devon all the way, and came to the intensive care unit together.

He only had to observe the hospital for one more day before he could leave, but now he has this look.

He woke up.

"Henry, this is Dr. Mo. He saved you last night." Luo Meien introduced to Devin.

He wanted to thank, Mo Mengchen stopped him.

"I regret what happened last night, because I rescued a drunkard and a patient who only caused trouble." Mo Mengchen said, "You are not my patient, you are her patient, but you are lucky Although her level is not high, it is almost arguably our best intern. Congratulations, you have fallen into the hands of the intern."

Dewen naturally recognizes Mo Mengchen, and someone who lives in Detroit does not know Mo Mengchen?

He was powerless to refute Mo Mengchen's criticism: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"In order to prevent this old man from running around again, I suggest that you find someone to go to his house to help him get that **** tuxedo." Mo Mengchen glanced at Dai Wen, which requires his consent. "You can see ?"

Dai Wendao: "Thank you."

Because of the cold, Mo Mengchen intends to keep a distance from Davin, and he will not stay in the ward too long.

Mo Mengchen and Romen walked out of the intensive care unit, at this time, a pair of men and women came.

The man had been watching Mo Mengchen, he recognized it, but, perhaps because of a bad mood, he did not show excitement.

He looks more upright, with a standard European and American male face, and grows like a white man, he is generally not ugly.

"Is there anything I need to help?" Romen asked politely.

The man spoke first: "I received a call about my father. I heard he was here."

"What is your father?"

"Henry Devon."

Before waiting for Romen to say what happened to Davin, he first said: "I don't need to see him, I just want to make sure he is fine."

Romen glanced at Davin in the intensive care unit and said, "You don't want to see him?"

The woman who accompanied the man said, "No, we want to see him."

"Come with me." Romen brought the men and women into the intensive care unit.

Mo Mengchen didn't follow in. He caught a cold and the intensive care unit was closed again. A cold person is like a pathogen. If he stays in a closed space long enough, he can turn the location into a source of pollution.

At this time, we have to learn from the Japanese spirit of "don't trouble others even if you commit suicide." Wherever you are cool, stay wherever there is no one.

However, Mo Mengchen did not leave, he looked outside.

Romen brought the men and women into the intensive care unit.

"Henry, how are you feeling?" The woman said first.

Devon knew her, that was his son's newlywed wife Issa Fleming, no, maybe now she should be called Issa Devon or Issa Mann.

The son of Devon is Michael, but he did not give Michael a good childhood.

Many things happened to Michael, and he hated his father because of it, and followed his mother's surname. On all occasions, his self-introduction was: "Hello, my name is Michael Mann."

But ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If he really hates me so much, why not change his name?

I picked Michael.

Dai Wen was very weak. He looked at his son and daughter-in-law and said, "You should go and see the guy I met last night. They have three people. They are unscathed. Thanks to Dor. Mo... he is a good person."

Issa glanced at her husband, hoping he would say something.

Michael is always silent, like a volcano that is about to erupt, no one knows when he will erupt and what kind of disaster it will bring.

"Sorry, Michael, I know you had a hard time yesterday..." said Devin.

At this time, Issa's husband, Devon's son, spoke indifferently: "I have spent many yesterday, Dad."

"Michael..." Issa wanted to suppress her husband's anger.

Luo Meien stepped forward and said: "He is very weak now, I can only give you a few minutes."