You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"Snapped!"

At the end of the game, Hill walked in front of Mo Mengchen and the two completed a high-five.

"You don't have much strength in your hand, are you tired?" Hill asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen said: "No, it's your feet are frivolous and weak. It may be that the injury has increased, so go check it out and be careful of fractures."

"How can you curse me like this?"

"I am a doctor and of course I have to make the worst assessment."

"It used to be."

"Now."

"part-time."

"so what?"

It's nice to be able to win a three-game winning streak in Salt Lake City, but Hill's sprain is indeed a cold sweat.

"Grant has gone to the nearby hospital for examination, and the results will come out soon."

After the game, Collins and David Wise and Hill went to the nearby hospital for examination, and the players took the bus back to the hotel.

The locker room was almost gone, and Buckley was still here.

Mo Mengchen came out after taking a shower, put on his clothes, and said, "Do you want to spend the night here?"

"Yeah," Barkley's eyes swept for a long time. "But I didn't find a bed that suits me. It seems I can only go back."

Mo Mengchen also sat down: "Still angry?"

"I can't help but wonder if the decision to join the Pistons is correct, maybe Houston is more suitable for me." Buckley said.

Although Barkley is not as careful as O'Neill, but if the trouble is awkward, the chemical reaction to the team is also a harm, and some problems must always be solved.

It's better to catch up early, just now.

"I didn't invite you at the beginning, nor did I refuse you, all this is your own decision." Mo Mengchen said, "I was worried about what happened today."

Barkley is still sitting, waiting for Mo Mengchen to continue to say that he is a star and a superstar, and he is also the top three superstars in the league during the peak period. In this team, no one is bigger than his coffee.

But Mo Mengchen didn't give him a little face, and scolded fiercely in front of the whole team.

Mo Mengchen continued: "We don't need Charles Barkley, who averages 20+10 per game. I should have told you earlier, maybe this is not what you expected."

"Damn, do you know what you're talking about? I don't need 20+10 me?" Buckley's head without a hair seemed to be burning with flames. "Don't you know that I can be in each one from the second year on Won 20+10 at night?"

"I know," Mo Mengchen looked back and returned to Buckley. "But what does this bring you? Do you have a champion?"

Damn champion!

"Do you have to tell me this? It looks like you are!" Buckley exasperated.

Mo Mengchen smiled, it was a natural kind of laugh, a kind of atmosphere that can adjust the atmosphere and make people relax, Barkley can understand this smile from many angles, except for one kind-not mocking, no.

"I don't have it yet, but there will be in the future."

When he said this, Mo Mengchen's tone was only firm, his eyes gleaming with fire, and Barkley could almost see the man holding the trophy he was fascinating in the eyes that could not be seen directly.

He can do it.

There is no basis, Buckley thinks so.

"You said you don't need Charles Barkley with an average of 20+10 per game, maybe, but a player as great as me always has diversity. You're talking about, what kind of Charles Barkley do you need?"

The fat man asked proudly.

"It's like the second half." Mo Mengchen said, "Rebounding like Rodman, like the guardian of the penalty zone, prevents all breakthrough hands, and does his best as if there is no tomorrow, leading us like an elder brother, You did it in the second half."

"You can do it once, you can do it twice, and we need this kind of Buckley. If you can do it every day, then I think," Mo Mengchen said, "We can hit the championship now."

Buckley stared at the young man who was a little younger than him in front of him, and a wonderful feeling grew in his heart.

It is mission and responsibility.

As the team with the deepest qualifications and the most honors, he deserves to be at the forefront to set an example. Instead of scoring 20+10 stars per game, he puts dirty work on his body and flashes other young people on the team. Behind the scenes of natural light.

"I can try it." Buckley said.

"Before that, you have to lose weight." Mo Mengchen naturally reached out and patted his belly.

Barkley laughed out loud.

"Now are we all right?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Buckley Lang laughed: "What can I do? But I have to say it first, you will talk about my soft egg next time, I must beat you!"

"I can't guarantee this, because if you make the same mistake as tonight, we need someone to come forward and tell you what is wrong."

"Grant is not suitable for this, the coach will not do it, only me, Chuck." Mo Mengchen said lightly, "only I can do this."

Mo Mengchen took a backpack and was ready to leave: "I heard that there have been a lot of perverted Mormon homosexuals recently, and I especially like men of your physique. If you want to stay here, I will not accompany you."

The dead fat man felt his **** lit up and brought something to catch up: "Ah, wait for me!"

Barnes Hospital

Hill finished the inspection and left with Collins, because he really didn't think there was a problem.

Team doctor David Wise stayed in the hospital and waited for the test results to come out.

"David, this is Grant Hill's inspection report." The hospital handed over the inspection results to him.

Wise is old-fashioned, not many thousands and hundreds of inspections have been seen in these years, knowing the key point.

He quickly turned to the back.

"No structural damage."

"No local damage."

"If there are no symptoms of soreness."

"The left ankle ligament is suspected of being worn, it is recommended to be included in the daily check list."

Seeing this inspection report, the team doctors couldn’t help but lament the team’s disaster this season. They didn’t explode internally. At the end of the season, they united and prepared to hit the playoffs. Now Hill encounters this injury, although not What a big injury, but if Hill is lost at this juncture, the team's situation will be very difficult.

Wise returned to the hotel and handed the report to Collins.

"what do you mean?"

Collins narrowed his eyes and looked at Wise seriously.

"Any doctor will recommend Grant to a truce. Although there is no clear diagnosis, but if the suspected injury becomes worse, the consequences will be disastrous."

That's not what Collins wants to hear.

He thought of the playoffs, if Hill truce at this level

Collins turned out the next schedule.

"Damn it!" Collins said. "We can't lose Grant now!"

Wise said: "Grant decides whether to play or not, we must tell him the truth."

"This matter will wait until tomorrow." Collins looked somber.

After Wise left, Collins thought of his future.

Now all he has to do is lead the team to score in the rest of the season, and this result will be his nomination for his next job.

What will the media say if Hill is injured at this time? How much blow will it bring to the team?

Thinking of what Mo Mengchen did to Buckley in the locker room tonight

At that time no Hill would come out to warm up.

The next day, before the Pistons left Utah, Wise informed Hill of the inspection results.

Then Collins called Hill to his room.

"Grant, how did you sleep last night?" Collins asked with a smile.

Hill said: "Very good, had a good dream."

"Then, you must know the inspection report?"

"Yes, David told me early in the morning."

"Does anyone else know?"

"No, currently only I know."

Collins' face changed slightly, showing a difficult look. Every coach is a qualified actor: "Grant, you know the team's situation."

"I know, we are in good shape," Hill said.

"Then do you know how important you are to us?" Collins said. "You saw that in the dressing room yesterday. When Mo Fang was up, no one could stop him, only you."

"You are our leader, we alone cannot miss you, alas"

Collins sighed, as if life had lost hope.

"Coach, I can insist that I have no problem~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Since it is a suspected injury, it is not necessarily an injury." Hill said, "I will not leave the team at this time."

"but"

"You can rest assured that I will pay attention."

Collins suddenly found how stupid he was to quarrel with Hill at first. How talkative is this?

Compared with Mo Mengchen, he is an angel.

No, compared with Mo Mengchen, everyone is a bit like an angel, as long as he stands beside him.

"Also" Hill Guang couldn't do it with determination, he had to keep this little secret.

Collins smiled hypocritically, and even behaved embarrassedly, clearly he was cheering and excited in his heart, and he hadn't considered the consequences of Hill's playing.

"You know we haven't been good in public opinion recently." Collins said helplessly, "The media always likes to provoke, they don't want us to collapse all the time, they thought the Pistons were the original bad boy army, in fact we have already changed. "

Hill said nothing until Collins had finished speaking.

"Because of these **** media, we will become like this." Collins said the point, "Grant, this matter is very serious."

There is no change in Hill's face. He said slowly: "Please be assured that no fourth person will know about it."

This is an angel, this is it!

Collins stood up and gratefully held Hill's hand: "Sorry, Grant, I'm really sorry for some mistakes I made before."

"I'm also wrong, coach."

Hill suddenly felt that Collins was also difficult to do, not thinking about others.

"Get ready, we are going home." Collins said with a smile.

"Yes."

Duke's talents walked out of the room with no ambition.

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