Detroit

Henry Ford Training Center

Coach Office

This is the coach's office. The decoration of the room is quite simple and there is nothing conspicuous because the owner of this office has not made any achievements.

He once coached the greatest player in history, but he did not lead the player to success.

He is known as a fan of Jordan because as long as he is around Jordan, he doesn't need to consider the team's performance. He just needs to make Jordan happy.

And now, he finally mastered a team.

There is no Jordan, no general manager like Jerry Klaus who wants to take control of the whole situation, and no ambitious assistant coach like Phil Jackson - maybe not, maybe - he knows this is his best chance to prove himself.

Until Mo Mengchen joins.

Doug Collins lifted his chin, hoping it would be easier.

He took a fancy to Mo Mengchen at first sight. He knew that this was an extraordinary player, but he never expected that the other party was better than he thought.

The doctor's identity made him popular. Many people may not know the Pistons, but they must know that there is an NBA player who is a doctor playing basketball. His name is Dor.Mo.

He has a tough look that is different from his thin appearance. He dared to command the veteran on the first day he entered the training camp.

He dared to command the team alone with his own tactics. He had his own tactics, and he had never practiced these tactics in his daily life.

He is more like a leader than Hill at a critical moment.

He is now using his influence from the field to slowly reach his hand on top of his head.

"What kind of guy do I fall in love with?" Collins sighed.

Coach assistant Dane Steinton walked into the office and said: "Doug, there are a few news you need to know."

"Tell me." Collins frowned.

He knows Stantone's character. He is a calm mind, good at observing the situation, and always grasping loopholes. This is why he can serve as a coach assistant in the Pistons for three consecutive terms.

"Charles Barkley's team had a call with the Knicks two days ago, and they refused the Knicks' invitation."

"So, he is not interested in big cities?" Collins said.

Stan Channel: "It is possible, but the bigger possibility is that he is not optimistic about the future of New York."

Collins took a deep breath and said, "What else?"

"There is news that his agent intends to take Charles to Houston to meet the Rockets."

"Damn it!" Collins angrily, "How is Houston and New York different?"

Stanton smiled and said, "Houston is also a big city, and it is far more competitive than New York. Before last year, they won two championships, which is really tempting for Charles, who is determined to win the championship."

Collins wants to control his emotions, and he is becoming more and more likely to lose control recently. Perhaps it is because he is too troubled.

“Is there any more?”

"Charles arrived in Detroit today."

“Duang!”

Collins' cup fell to the ground: "I remember he turned down our invitation."

"No, he wasn't here to find us," said Stanton. "He was injured, he wanted to see a doctor, and he went to St. Lucifer - yes, Mo's hospital."

Collins suddenly felt that he and his team were very sad. They pursued Barkley for a summer and were not as useful as Momonchen.

"It seems we can put this down," Collins said. "Hurry inform Alan Houston to start the renewal negotiations. We have to bring him back, otherwise the fans will tear us alive."

When you take Lynch Hunter and Terry Mills to trade back two trash and a future draft pick, fans are already trying to tear you down alive, Doug.

Stan Channel: "The Knicks have been talking to his agents frequently recently, and we are moving faster."

Collins angrily threw the cup: "The New York Knicks are so happy!"

Saint Lucifer

Mo Mengchen is going to have two surgeries today, one has been decided, and the other has suddenly increased a few days ago.

There is no way, Barkley has to give face.

"I'm not dead?"

Barkley sat in front of the hospital bed, and Momonchen asked Romeen Oragundoye to tell him about the risks of the surgery.

"There are always risks in surgery, Mr. Barkley."

"I want to see Mo! Let Mo tell me!" Barkley was frightened.

Romeen said: "Doctor Mo is undergoing surgery, and he asked me to tell you the risks of the surgery."

"Fuck! When he asked me to have the surgery, he didn't tell me that I would die so badly! He asked him to see me!" Barkley almost roared.

His family wanted to comfort him, but the fat man was already frightened and fidgeted.

"Then you have to wait until Dr. Mo has completed the operation." Romeen said.

"I'm waiting for him here! Let him come to see me directly after the operation!" Barkley said in a torture.

Mo Mengchen simply completed the operation.

The nurses who assisted in the operation were like looking at gods. They had never seen such a neat technique. The machines didn't see clearly some parts, and Mo Mengchen had already started.

He never hesitated.

He only took three hours to do the surgery.

"Blood pressure recovery!"

"The heartbeat frequency returns to normal!"

"The operation was successful!"

The green words flashed in front of him made Mo Mengchen know that this operation gave him a total of 700 attribute points.

Including the surgery these days and the systematic summary after the draft.

He was selected into the second team of the rookie lineup, and this achievement rewarded 2,000 attribute points.

He scored 100 three-pointers in a single season, and the return was 2,000 attribute points.

He scored 200 three-pointers in a single season, and the return was 4,000 attribute points.

Now, he has 8,000 attribute points, not much, he hopes to save 30,000 or even 40,000 before the start of the training camp.

"Doctor Mo!"

Romeen hurriedly ran over.

"Are you scared by you?" Mo Mengchen knew as soon as he guessed.

Romeen swallowed, as if he couldn't speak; "No...no, he didn't dizzy."

Mo Mengchen had a calm face: "I was joking just now."

"I know...but that's not the truth."

The joke is not true, my little sister.

Romeen said: "He was very angry. He felt you deceived him. He said that if there was such a big risk, he would not have the surgery."

"Damn fat man!"

Mo Mengchen cursed, suddenly stopped, and turned around and asked, "You haven't exaggerated his condition, right?"

"Absolutely not!" Romeen said in a loud voice.

"It's better not, if there is," Mo Mengchen said fiercely, "You know the consequences!"

Momonchen went straight to Barkley's room.

"Why are you hiding these risks?"

"Why don't you confess to me? I hate others lying to me the most!"

"You broke my heart!"

"I wanted to tell you that I've decided to join the Pistons, but now I feel it's necessary for me to rethink this decision because I can't fight alongside someone who cheated on me."

Why do he have so many dramas? Why?

“Everything has risks, like playing basketball,” Mo Mengchen explained. “Playing basketball puts the whole body at risk of injury. We may sprain our neck, shoulders, arms, thighs, knees, ankles… The same goes for surgery.”

“Nothing is risk-free.”

Mo Mengchen said: "Just like the risks we have to face when playing basketball, the probability is very small, and the same is true for the surgery. These risks have always existed, but we will try our best to avoid them. You just need to know that I have had hundreds of surgeries since last year and all of them have been successful."

“I haven’t lost a game on the operating table.”

Momonchen said seriously to Barkley.

"If you are still worried, I can understand." Mo Mengchen said, leaving Barkley speechless.

Barkley had been convinced by him, and he said happily: "What, don't you want to talk about my plan to sign with the Pistons?"
To be continued...