You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　 "After Christmas?!"

　　Sivers's office, Mo Mengchen heard the operation arrangement and thought he had heard it wrong.

　　Severus nodded and said, "Yes, the patient wants to have surgery with his family after Christmas."

　　 "You should have explained it to him?"

　　 He may die suddenly at any time.

　　Mo Mengchen didn't expect someone to make a joke about his life. Sivers expressed frustration because this was the patient's decision, and they couldn't change the other's mind no matter how they persuaded.

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

　　Mo Mengchen smiled and asked: "Which genius told him this probability? I would like to know, how is this probability calculated?"

　　 "This probability is derived from a combination of various accidents that may occur." Sivers explained.

　　 Combine all kinds of possible accidents? Typical paper talk.

　　 The group of people may have written hundreds of papers, but they must have been away from the operating table for many years. They have only theory and no operating experience. They think that they are very professional and give the probability, which often scares the patient to death.

　　 These idiots are like the idiots who think they know basketball very well by taking a stat.

　　Mo Mengchen sat down and asked, "Are you religious?"

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

　　It is a pity that if Sivers is religious, she can be asked to pray for her patients.

　　 Pray that he will live after Christmas.

　　 This is the first SS-level operation in Mo Mengchen's career, and since Sivers grabbed this operation for him, the operation task appeared.

　　Surgical goals:

　　 Complete the operation.

　　Prerequisites for the operation: S-level plan, S-level maneuver, S-level efficiency.

　　 Note: indispensable! Indispensable!

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

　　 Clear code price is there.

　　 It's no wonder that Mo Mengchen is so concerned about this stranger. He is 100,000 points for an operation, and it's exciting to think about it.

　　 Now, he can only pray that the patient waits until Christmas, and then continuously simulates the operation, familiarizes with the whole process, and strives to complete the operation as quickly as possible.

　　The system requires efficiency, that is, to make him speed up, which fully meets his requirements.

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

　　 Duration is the key, and most of the operations are very simple.

　　 This operation, in accordance with the old-school plan, to complete the entire surgical plan, it will take nearly seven hours.

　　For Mo Mengchen, this operation took too long.

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

　　 The system requires S-level efficiency. Then, 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's standards.

　　Veterans like to seek stability and ensure foolproof. This group of people never go to the battlefield in person. They only know to sum up the meeting in the conference room, and then give the general direction.

　　 "A bunch of idiots."

　　Mo Mengchen spent three hours in the office.

　　 From now on, before Christmas, he does not have any surgery plan. The only thing he has to do is to ensure the success of the surgery after Christmas.

　　Since he took this patient, the medical profession has set his sights on Saint Lucifer.

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

　　Mo Mengchen modified the operation plan, the time passed by, and it was afternoon.

　　 It's training time.

　　 There was a game with the Wizards at home at night, and then starting tomorrow, for two consecutive away games, he could not go back to the hospital for a simulated operation.

　　Mo Mengchen decided to bring the surgical plan and carefully deleted it during this time.

　　Henry Ford Training Center

　　At the end of training, Westphal called the players.

　　 No training, just play a small game before the training is over.

　　 "Free throw game, each person makes 10 free throws, the one who loses the most.."

　　 Rashid said excitedly: "Make money for Daddy's Foundation!"

　　 "Yes, and there is no overtime, if the lowest score is the same, then a fine together."

　　Westphal smiled faintly: "In order to disturb your conscience, I decided to lead by example."

　　Fast, Westphal was wearing long sleeves and holding the ball to the free throw line.

　　 Everyone's eyes widened as he watched a penalty kick.

　　 "The coach absolutely secretly practiced in private!" Ginobili whispered.

　　 "Manu, I didn't practice it secretly." Westphal looked back at the Argentine and scared the latter to hide behind Lauderdale.

　　 Lauderdale frowned, he felt that things were not simple.

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

　　The Chicago Giants thought of this, and thought of their salary. Although they made some money with Mo Mengchen in the past few years, they couldn't afford to play like this.

　　Thinking of this, Lauderdale screamed, screaming while covering his stomach.

　　 "Dai Pu, what's wrong with you?"

　　 "Dapu?"

　　 "AreyouOK?"

　　 Lauderdale said with wide eyes: "My stomach hurts..."

　　 He had just finished speaking, Westphal missed a goal, apparently did not expect this big eyebrow giant to do the same.

　　 However, he can understand Lauderdale and it is really unfair for him to play this game.

　　 "Go." Westphal said.

　　Several seconds later, Big Ben prepared as usual, and he had a headache.

　　 Since then, Lauderdale has suffered from indirect stomach pain symptoms, Big Ben contracted with persistent dizziness, and each attack is a free throw game in the Pistons.

　　The recent instability of the Pistons on the free throw line is also shown here.

　　Hill played after Westphal, who wanted to make a good start for everyone, but cast a good score of ten in six.

　　 "Yes, compared to the 50% free throw percentage you made in the last few games is better or worse." From Mo Mengchen's vomiting.

　　Hill stared at him bitterly.

　　Although Mo Menchen’s free throw command 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, making sure not to bottom out.

　　Houston staged a high level of free throws, 10 out of 10, and one goal did not fall. Unfortunately, because of the style of play, his amazing free throw stability is difficult to bring feedback on the court, because he only averages 2 free throws per game.

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

　　 "Mom, it seems that you lost the money!" Buckley laughed.

　　 It is a pity that Jiangshan came out on behalf of talented people.

　　Jerome Williams took the ball and fell into deep thought.

　　The ghost knows what kind of psychological torture this team's toughest man has gone through.

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

　　 "No!" Williams would not escape, he patted the ball and began to shoot.

　　 The final result is ten in six.

　　 "Very good, Jerome's free throw and Grant are on a level." Mo Mengchen's sarcasm is indistinguishable, no matter who is.

　　Who told you not to punish.

　　 One round of penalties, the worst people were Hill and Williams.

　　 Only Mo Mengchen had no free throws.

　　 "Daddy?"

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

　　 Hill shouted, "Give me up!"

"Ah."

　　Mo Mengchen walked to the free throw line, waved towards the assistant coach at the bottom line, and the ball passed.

　　 He did not adjust, did not make preparations, all rely on the strength of his hand to draw the ball.

　　 "Uh!"

　　 Stable outrageously.

　　 "Daddy's feel is really..." Ginobili said, "It is difficult to describe in words."

　　 Rolle smiled: "Every time I watch him shoot, I am covered with hair and I feel too soft."

　　 feel, Mo Mengchen one of the most commendable talents.

　　 is also one of the foundations of his foothold in the NBA. Without such a soft touch, he simply cannot replace Joe Dumars as a starter in the first grade.

　　Because of his feel, he can shoot extremely high shooting percentages with extremely low shooting attributes.

　　 This is his best talent except height and vision.

　　After scoring three goals in a row, Mo Mengchen was bored and changed his left hand.

　　 Three free throws in the left hand, still hit, feel exactly the same as the right hand, behind him amazed.

　　He has hit six goals, and the remaining four goals, he decided to change the game.

　　 "You said, what will happen if I close my eyes?" Mo Mengchen asked the teammate behind him.

　　Everyone wanted to say that he must not be fined, but the person who raised the question was Mo Mengchen.

　　 There is nothing he cannot do.

　　 "Do you want to pay a fine with me? I have no opinion." Hill laughed.

　　 "So, if I closed the eyes and scored the remaining four goals, you will help Jerome pay the fine." Mo Mengchen said.

　　 Hill replied: "If you lost the penalty?"

　　 "I paid your fine."

　　 Reasonable proposal.

　　 In order to ensure that Mo Mengchen does not cheat, Hill deliberately walked to his side to do supervision.

　　Mo Mengchen closed his eyes, held out his hand, and the ball passed.

　　Since this time, he has closed his eyes.

　　Hill incrediblely watched him racking the ball, picked up the ball, and then used a different way of picking the ball-usually Mo Mengchen used three fingers to force his hair, but now he uses two.

　　 is the **** and index finger of the right hand.

　　 Obviously closed his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But it looks like it can be seen.

　　 "Uh!"

　　 "Wow!!!"

　　Mo Mengchen waved directly to the staff.

　　 The ball passed.

　　 No adjustment, the same posture, shot again.

　　Again.

　　 The next two **** repeat the same result.

　　Without any doubt, Hill was convinced by mouth.

　　Hill didn't ask him how he did it, because it didn't make any sense at all. People just closed their eyes and shot, it was that simple.

　　 He asked: "How sure are you?"

　　Mo Mengchen opened his eyes, glanced at him sarcastically, and said lightly: "Of course it is 100%, idiot, do you think I will fight the battle of uncertainty?"

　　Hill had to smile bitterly.

　　Following, Mo Mengchen turned to the secretly fortunate Williams and said, "Jerome, practice well, you won't be so lucky next time."

　　Williams said gratefully: "The next time I will be fined than my mother!"

　　Hill stared at him sheepishly: "What are you talking about?"

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