Dozo America

Cars drive through the streets of Philadelphia. This is the fifth largest city in the United States. It was once the capital of the United States. The streets are densely packed, but they are particularly quiet. The river runs through the city, and the City Hall is in the center of the city.

After passing through MacKate Street in the central square, you will arrive at City Hall.

The city hall is a typical Gothic state building, with a clock tower. It is not large in scale, and there is no one on duty with a gun in front of the city hall door. Citizens can enter and exit the hall at will.

Two staff members brought Zhen Fan and the other two people into the city hall. They first waited in a reception room. The two staff members told them that in an hour, the mayor would have time to receive them. All they had to do before that was stay.

Here, someone may come and ask some questions.

After the two of them left, Lance couldn't help but look around the reception room. The decoration was relatively simple, with some imitations of world-famous paintings hanging on the walls, and it looked very elegant and attractive.

A staff member came back and brought three cups of instant coffee, with a straw inserted into each box, and then left again. After about a quarter of an hour, two people came in, one of whom was the man who claimed to be from the country.

Someone from the Security Bureau. He asked Zhen Fan, Lance, and Helena a few questions.

It's nothing more than why they came to Philadelphia, where they started from, and where they passed through on the way. Moreover, the official from the Department of Homeland Security already knew Zhen Fan and knew that he was a big star, a former American hero, or H.

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The brewer of D wine is also the first Chinese to open a traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Beverly Hills.

As for Lance and Helena, he had already found out their details. They were very clean and there was no possibility of terrorism at all. This made him very relieved and nodded with satisfaction.

"This is customary, and it may be a little uncomfortable!" The man smiled and told Zhen Fan the reason, and said sorry, "We must award honors to those who do not look like terrorists, otherwise this will

Becoming the laughing stock of the whole world. We have to be cautious."

"I can understand!" Zhen Fan nodded. Such an honor should indeed be taken with caution.

The man nodded, expressing his appreciation for Zhen Fan's attitude, and knowing that he might not be very popular here, he excused himself and left. Only Zhen Fan and the three of them were left in the room.

"If I had known it was so troublesome to receive the award, I wouldn't have come here!" Lance complained.

Helena said in a mocking tone: "Fortunately you are not the one receiving the award, so you are still here!"

Lance was speechless. He had to look around again, but there was nothing to see, and then he sat down. Zhen Fan sat quietly from beginning to end, with his eyes closed, as if thinking about his own things, immersed in himself.

in the world.

"Tuk tuk tuk!" Someone knocked on the door. Then the door was opened, and a young female staff member walked in, smiled at Zhen Fan and the three of them: "The mayor has free time now, and I can learn from you.

Come with me!"

Zhen Fan opened his eyes, stood up, and walked out without saying a word. Helena and Lance followed closely behind. He went up a flight of stairs, turned two turns, and finally arrived at a small meeting room.

Guest room. In this small reception room, a tall black man in his forties or fifties, wearing a gray suit, stood at the main seat of the reception room.

This person is Mayor McCreary of Philadelphia.

Nat, and there were three chairs under the main seat in the reception room. The chairs were filled with news reporters and some people invited to participate in the rescue at that time. The staff asked Lance and Helena to sit on the chairs below, and

Guided Zhen Fan to stand next to the main seat.

There were five other people standing in a row with Zhen Fan. One of them he knew was Allen from Duke University School of Medicine.

Dr. Frankel was very happy to see Zhen Fan and gave him a big hug.

"Hello, I knew I would see you again, but I didn't expect that this time would come too soon. It's just what happened last night, and we meet again today!" Dr. Frankel was very happy to chat with Zhen Fan.

"Who knows, things in the world are unpredictable!" Zhen Fan said, and glanced at a few other people. Sure enough, they were all the doctors and ambulance workers who were in Chengdu last night.

People arrived one after another, and after a few minutes, almost everyone arrived. Mayor Turner began to speak. At this time, he put on a pair of glasses and looked more refined.

It's nothing more than gratitude to these ambulance workers, how many lives they saved, and so on, and then words like thank you on behalf of Philadelphia, which are the same as all the official clichés. The reporters in the audience were taking photos and videos. Then

The awarding process is done by the mayor himself.

After hanging the ribbon and awarding the medal, a delicate wooden box was opened, and lying inside was a medal. From the letters, it can be seen that it is the honor of an honorary citizen.

Then the six honorary citizens spoke respectively. Because the last one standing was Zhen Fan, who was also the last one to take the stage, and before him was Dr. Frankel. The first few expressed their gratitude, which made it very popular.

Like Hollywood's acceptance speeches, it's a bit boring.

"Here, what I want to say is that the first person I want to thank is Dr. Zhen!" Dr. Frankel also spoke in the same way, but he was not thanking anyone else. Zhen Fan was indeed standing here with him.

, this is a bit interesting, so many people turned their attention to Zhen, including the news reporters.

"What I admire very much is his medical skills. Ancient Chinese medicine shocks me time and time again, especially when he can stop internal bleeding from wounds with acupuncture. God, it's unbelievable. If this technology can be spread, I will

You dare to ask Zhen Fan to apply for the Nobel..."

Well, Dr. Frankel, this is not a medical classroom or an academic lecture hall. This is the mayor's office in the city hall where honorary citizens are awarded. Zhen Fan started below and expressed his gratitude to Frankel from the bottom of his heart.

The doctor was muttering. This guy said this here. Tomorrow Zhen Fan is waiting to be criticized by newspapers and the Internet!

"Okay, let's invite the last speaker - Dr. Zhen." Mayor McCreary.

At this time, Nat intervened at the right time, interrupting the long speech Frankel was about to prepare and his academic speech.

Zhen Fan shrugged at Frankel, expressing his helplessness, then walked forward, stood in front of the microphone, and looked at the audience and reporters in front of him.

"If this honor had not been awarded today, I would be very grateful to God!" Zhen Fan used the language most commonly used by Westerners. In fact, God is too nihilistic to Zhen Fan. It is just a kind of human spirit.

It's just sustenance. But today he borrowed such a meaningless name.

"Because without this honor today, there would not have been that huge car accident last night. May they rest in peace, and God forgive them and accept them!" Zhen Fan said and crossed himself on his chest in a serious manner. Then he gave alms.

He walked down calmly and blinked at Lance and Helena.

Immediately there was applause from both the stage and the audience.

It has to be said that Zhen Fan cleverly took advantage of people's boredom with the previous speeches and achieved a surprising effect. Some reporters even had the topic in mind, which was about Zhen Fan's brief speech.

At this point, the award ceremony was officially over. At this time, many staff members brought wine, and everyone held wine glasses and raised their wine to celebrate this award ceremony. Although the scale was not large, it was

It has attracted several large newspapers and online journalists, and the impact is estimated to be immeasurable.

After drinking a glass of wine, the song finally came to an end and everyone was ready to leave. Zhen Fan held the box casually in his hand and chatted with Dr. Frankel as he walked.

"Have you thought about it carefully? I suggest that you can work part-time at Duke University School of Medicine. I hope you can spread your methods of acupuncture to stop bleeding and fingers to stop bleeding. This is a major discovery in the history of human medicine. We can't

Such a waste of the talents God has given us is so..." He originally wanted to say it was too shameful, but suddenly he felt that saying this was really unfair to Zhen Fan, so he stopped himself.

"No, I'm not interested in teaching, and... if you don't understand the essence of Chinese culture, it would be difficult to learn such techniques. It's not that I don't teach, but Duke University or other medical schools don't have such methods.

Cultural atmosphere, maybe the time has not come yet! I'm very sorry, Doctor Frankel!" Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders and could only refuse Frankel's kindness.

"Okay, okay, but...if one day, we can achieve the atmosphere you mentioned, will you come to coach?" Frankel looked at Zhen Fan with great expectation.

"Of course, I am very willing!" Zhen Fan nodded.

This is just a good wish. Americans’ arrogance makes it impossible to create a learning atmosphere with Chinese cultural heritage in universities, unless China wants to be the boss for a hundred years.

The two said some words again before leaving. Zhen Fan, Lance and Helena prepared to leave the city hall together. As they walked away, Lance gave Zhen Fan a thumbs up and said somewhat triumphantly: "That's not true.

It seems that you really have a good way of giving speeches. If you stop being a doctor one day, you can become a politician!"

"You want me to lie to others every day, be cruel, or trade with anything, anything, or even emotions?" Zhen Fan looked at Lance, shook his head and smiled.

"Of course not!" Lance quickly defended.

"Then I still can't be a politician, because I don't have the basic elements of a politician!" Zhen Fan laughed and walked towards the front hall first.

"Hey, wait, Doctor Zhen!" Suddenly a voice came from behind, and a staff member ran towards Zhen Fan panting, "Doctor Zhen, please wait a moment, Mayor Turner would like to invite Mr. Zhen to talk alone for a while.

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