Dozo America

"Can I go meet Mr. President with you?"

Olivia looked at Zhen Fan who was getting ready and asked expectantly. This was the third time she asked this question, but she always got the same answer.

"No! Olivia, you are just my secretary, not President Chocolate's!" Zhen Fan shook his head as always, and then threw the car keys to Olivia, "You drive!"

"Okay!" Olivia nodded. Is this what a secretary should do? But no matter what, since Zhen Fan doesn't have a full-time driver and he doesn't want to drive, he still has to play the role of driver.

It was a bit inappropriate to let the secretary drive the powerful Escalade. Zhen Fan felt a little uncomfortable when he got into the car. Is it time to buy a car that is more suitable for stable people? I will check online another day.

Check it out, or ask Sampson to recommend a car.

But Olivia liked this kind of car better. It was quite fun to drive without any complaints. We drove all the way to Dan.

Milk's mountaintop villa. Compared with Zhen Fan's villa, Dan.

Mikel's villa is very luxurious, Zhen Fan has already seen it, but this time, the atmosphere is obviously different, and the place is heavily guarded.

Before arriving at the villa, there were people from the Secret Service wearing black suits on both sides of the road looking around. There were also police officers directing traffic and directing vehicles to other roads. There were also people checking IDs.

"Fan Zhen, I am Mr. President's guest!" Zhen Fan handed over his ID, and soon a person from the Secret Service came over. He held a scanner and scanned Zhen Fan's face, and then

Then he scanned Olivia next to Zhen Fan. He also scanned Zhen Fan's ID, and soon the ID and the scanned profile picture entered the system.

According to the judgment of the system, 99% of them are consistent. And Olivia is 97% consistent. This is already a very high degree of recognition. Everything is fine. Then, in the case of the people in the Secret Service

Under the guidance, Olivia drove the car directly into Dan.

In Mikel's villa.

Before entering, they went through another inspection, but this time it was simpler. There was no scanning. Instead, the people from the Secret Service simply glanced at the ID and the real person's face, and then let the two people in.

"Mr. Zhen, you're here!" At this time, a person walked out of the hall. Zhen Fan recognized him as the owner of this villa. Dan.

Mr. Mikel. He opened his arms and walked towards Zhen Fan.

The two hugged each other gently. Zhen Fan smiled and said, "Is Mr. President here?"

"Here he is, he's in the study upstairs. I'll take you up!" Dan.

Mikel said to Zhen Fan, and then looked at Olivia. He hesitated whether to invite this girl to go up with him.

"Don't worry about her, we can go together!" Zhen Fan said to Dan.

Mikel smiled and said, "She is a secretary I hired recently. Just let her wait in the hall!"

"Okay, I will ask someone to entertain her well!" Dan.

Mikel said, snapping his fingers at the servants behind him and pointing at Olivia, who looked resentful, "treat this girl well!"

"I will take care of myself!" Olivia said to Zhen Fan and Dan.

Mikel said loudly.

"It's best this way!" Zhen Fan nodded and ignored her, talking to Dan.

Mikel headed upstairs one after another. There were also two people from the Secret Service guarding the stairs.

"This is the president's guest, Mr. Fan Zhen!" Dan.

Mikel said to a bodyguard from the Secret Service.

The bodyguard nodded, asked them to wait outside, and then went in. After a while, he saw the study door open, and he faced Dan.

Mikel and Zhen Fan nodded: "Mr. President is waiting for you inside, please come in!" After saying that, they opened the door and let Zhen Fan and Mikel go in.

"Mr. President, your guests are here!" the bodyguard said to a middle-aged black man sitting on the desk who was looking at the documents, and then stood next to Zhen Fan and Mikel, his hands hanging down.

, Zhen Fan judged that if he made any move, he could draw the gun and shoot within one second.

The black man raised his head, looked at Mikel, then his eyes lit up and looked at Zhen Fan! Then he said to the bodyguard: "These two are my friends. We have something to discuss. You guys wait outside.

Stay!"

The bodyguard obviously hesitated, as if he had something to say, but after seeing Mr. President's firm gaze, he still did as Mr. President said, quietly exited the room, and closed the door gently.

"Hello, Mr. Zhen, I have heard your name for a long time!" President Chocolate came over, smiled and stretched out his hand, and held it tightly with Zhen Fan, "I know that last year, when the plane crashed, you

He acted very bravely and wisely, which is what we are proud of.”

"Thank you. If the customs allows it, I plan to get some crocodile skin bags!" Zhen Fan said with a smile, "But... I still appreciate the navy's efforts!"

"You are such a humble person!" Mr. President said, asking Zhen Fan to sit down aside, "I know it's presumptuous to invite you over like this. I should have visited you in person, but... there are always many inappropriate rules.

, of course...these rules only apply to the president, which unfortunately I am now!"

"It doesn't matter, in my eyes, you are just a patient, and I often see patients." Zhen Fan shrugged, "So... you are a patient now, and I can see that your lungs

The body is shrinking, and you will feel out of breath at night and when the weather turns cold, and occasionally your breathing will be interrupted!"

"Have you seen my medical records? Oh, no, this is impossible. I have never disclosed my recent illness to anyone." President Chocolate shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "It seems that this time I

We found the right doctor." He kept smiling, but it was hard to tell how happy or excited he was.

"You're welcome, I'm just a Chinese medicine doctor!"

Zhen Fan bit the word "traditional Chinese medicine" very hard. It was obvious that he wanted to use this method to remind the chocolate president that only traditional Chinese medicine can save you.

"Chinese medicine? I almost forgot that you are a Chinese medicine doctor. I have also learned a lot about the magic of Chinese medicine from you. You know that if I let a doctor treat me, I will do some research on him. So...

Never mind, it’s just a program, and I can’t refuse a damn program!”

The Chocolate President was afraid that Zhen Fan would be a little disgusted, so he quickly added.

"I know, so you should have great confidence in my treatment!" Zhen Fan nodded. He was not disgusted with these, and Mikel also told himself that such a thing would happen.

occur.

"Of course, this is why you are here!" President Chocolate smiled and waved his hand towards Zhen Fan. "What equipment is needed? I mean...does it require surgical equipment or a surgery?"

room."

"No, it's actually very simple. It doesn't need to be that troublesome!" Zhen Fan shook his head, "Actually... you have bought a batch of wine from me before, right? h﹒c﹒d."

"Yes, I bought it!" The Chocolate President looked at Zhen Fan and then at Mikel. I don't know why he asked this question while he was being treated.

Mikel also shrugged his shoulders and said that he did not know that this topic would be discussed.

"Anyone who has drank my h﹒c﹒d wine for a long time knows that it can make one's body healthier, and even some serious illnesses can be alleviated, so... I said

, you yourself missed a good opportunity to alleviate your condition."

Zhen Fan shrugged at him and said in a mocking tone: "Of course... I know your difficulties, because you have to care about the public's opinion of you. But... the daily expenses of the White House are also quite high.

, not less than the price of these bottles of wine!”

The Chocolate President was stunned. He didn’t expect Zhen Fan to say such a thing! Then he smiled bitterly as if he was making fun of himself: “Yes, I always care about this and that. Some people criticize me for being too weak. Maybe that’s it.

Bar!"

"No, you are not weak at all, because you single-handedly planned two wars!" Zhen Fan also smiled, still with a teasing tone, "This is an amazing achievement among the previous US presidents. In the end,

At least this will be mentioned in historical evaluations!”

"Haha... you are really good at joking!" President Chocolate laughed, and then pointed at Zhen Fan, "Our treatment... can we start?"

"Of course, you can do it at any time!" Zhen Fan nodded, then took out a box from his pocket and brought it over, revealing the shining silver needle inside.

"Do I need acupuncture?" President Chocolate asked.

"Yes, so...you have to take off your upper body and lower body, of course...you can leave a pair of underwear on!" Zhen Fan said with a smile, and then motioned for the President to lie down on the sofa.

President Chocolate didn't want too many people to know about his illness, so he kept it secret. Not many people knew about it, except for a few personal guards, the attending doctor and Dan.

Mikel was waiting, so he did not deliberately ask Zhen Fan to take him to the clinic, although he could do this. He was not even willing to go to Zhen Fan's clinic.

Such a condition is very detrimental to his re-election campaign, and even to his party's mid-term elections. So he started to treat Zhen Fan in a simple place like the office. Fortunately, he learned about Zhen Fan's treatment

, is completely possible in such an environment.

"Mikel!" Zhen Fan glanced at him.

"Yes, Mr. Zhen, what do you need me to do for you?" Dan.

Mikel quickly stepped forward and walked in front of Zhen Fan, "Tell me, if you need me to do anything, I will do my best."

"That's not necessary. Wait outside and don't let anyone come in and disturb us!" Zhen Fan said this very politely, but he just told Mikel to stay outside and don't think about how I treat my illness.

Mikel had no choice but to walk to the door silently, then turned to look at Zhen Fan, opened the door and walked out, closing the door gently again.

Zhen Fan treated Mr. President. This matter could not be leaked. Mikel went downstairs, sat down at the entrance of the stairs, and chatted quietly with a few people from the Secret Service.

The time was not too long, but this not-so-long time was very difficult for Mikel. He didn’t know what Zhen Fan would talk to the President when he was treating him. Zhen Fan put himself in this way

Apart from that, it is obvious that there are some things that I want to tell Mr. President that I don’t want myself to know. (To be continued...)