The American Scripture

Cars traverse the streets of Philadelphia. This is the fifth largest city in the United States. It was once the seat of the capital of the United States. The streets are full of stars, but they are particularly quiet. The river runs through the city, and the city hall is in the center of the city. Crossing McCart Street in the central square, you reach the City Hall.

The city hall is a typical Gothic state, and there is a clock tower. The scale is not large, and no one is on duty in front of the gate of the city hall with guns, and citizens can enter and exit the hall at will.

Two staff members took Zhen Fan into the city hall, first waiting in a reception room. Two staff members told them that in an hour, the mayor would have time to meet them. All you have to do before is stay here, and someone may come over and ask some things.

When the two of them left, Lance couldn't help looking around the reception room. The layout was relatively simple, with some imitation world famous paintings hanging on the wall, which looked very elegant and beautiful.

A staff member came back and brought three cups of instant brewed coffee, a straw was inserted into each box, and then left. After a quarter of an hour, two people came in. One of them was the man who claimed to be the Department of Homeland Security. He asked Zhen Fan, Lance and Helena a few questions.

It is nothing more than why they came to Philadelphia, where they started from, where they passed, and the official of the Department of Homeland Security already knew Zhen Fan and knew that he was a big star, a former American hero, or H﹒ C﹒ The brewer of D wine was also the first Chinese to open a Chinese medicine clinic in Foshan Zhuang.

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

"This is a custom, and it may be a little uncomfortable!" The man smiled and explained the reason to Zhen Fan, and said sorry, "We must give honor to those who don't look like terrorists, otherwise this will Become the laughing stock of the world. We have to be cautious."

"I can understand!" Zhen Fan nodded, this kind of honor should be done with caution.

The man nodded, expressing his appreciation for Zhen Fan's attitude. Knowing that he might not be very popular here, he quit. There were only three of Zhen Fan left in the room.

"I knew it was so troublesome to receive an award, I won't come here!" Lance complained.

Helena said in a mocking tone: "Fortunately, you didn't accept the award, so you are still here!"

Lance was speechless. Had to turn around again, there was nothing to see, and then I sat down. And Zhen Fan sat quietly from beginning to end, closing his eyes, as if thinking about his own affairs, immersed in his own world.

"True!" someone knocked on the door. Then the door was unscrewed, and a young female staff member walked in and smiled at Zhen Fan and the three of them: "The mayor has free time now. You can learn from you. Come with me!"

Zhen Fan opened his eyes, stood up, and said nothing. Just followed the woman out, Helena and Lance followed closely behind. Going up a flight of stairs, making two turns, and arriving at a small reception room. In this small reception room, a **** man in his forties or fifty, wearing a gray suit, stands in the main seat of the reception room.

This person is Mayor McCree of Philadelphia. Nat, and under the main seat of the reception room are three chairs. The chairs were full of journalists and some people who were invited to participate in the rescue. The staff let Lance and Helena sit on the chairs below, and guided Zhen Fan to stand beside the main seat.

There are five people standing in a row with Zhen Fan. One of them he knew was Allen from Duke University School of Medicine. Dr. Frankel, he 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 this time to come too soon. But it was last night, and I met again today!" Dr. Frankel was very happy to chat with Zhen Fan.

"Who knows, things are fickle!" Zhen Fan said, and glanced at several other people. Sure enough, it was all the doctors and paramedics who were in the process last night.

People came one after another. After a few minutes, the personnel were almost there. Mayor Turner began to speak. At this time, he put on a pair of glasses and looked more gentle.

It is nothing more than the gratitude to these rescuers, how many lives they have saved, and then the words of gratitude on behalf of Philadelphia, which are the same as all Mandarin idioms. The reporters in the audience are taking pictures and taking pictures. Then comes the awarding session, where the mayor will do it himself.

Hanging a ribbon and awarding a medal, an exquisite wooden box opens, and inside is a medal, which can be seen from the letters as an honorary citizen.

Then the six honorary citizens spoke separately. Because Zhen Fan was the last to stand, he was also the last to take the stage, and before that was Dr. Frankel. The first few express gratitude, making it the same as Hollywood's acceptance speech, which is a bit boring.

"Here, what I want to say is that the first person I want to thank is Dr. Zhen!" Dr. Frankle said the same thing, but he is not thanking others, and Zhen Fan, who is indeed standing here like him , This is a bit interesting, so many people have set their sights on Zhen, including the journalists.

"What I admire very much is his medical skills. The ancient Chinese medicine has brought me shocked time and time again, especially that he can stop the internal bleeding of the wound with acupuncture and moxibustion. God, incredible. If this technique can be spread, I I dare to ask Zhen Fan to apply for the Nobel..."

Well, Dr. Frankl, this is not a medical classroom, nor an academic lecture hall. This is the Mayor’s Office of the City Hall where honorary citizens are awarded. Zhen Fan began to mutter to Dr. Frankel from his heart. This guy is here to say this, and Zhen Fan will wait to be attacked by newspapers and the Internet tomorrow!

"Well, we call on the last speaker-Dr. Zhen." Mayor McCree. At this time, Nat interjected in a timely manner, interrupting the long talk that Frankel was about to prepare and his academic speech.

Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders at Frankel, expressing helplessness, and then stepped forward, standing in front of the microphone where he was speaking, and looked at the audience and reporters in front.

"If it weren't for the award of this honor today, I would be very grateful to God!" Zhen Fan used the most common language used by Westerners. God is actually too vain for Zhen Fan. It is just a kind of human spirit. It's just for sustenance. But today he borrowed such a name of nothingness.

"Because there is no such honor today, there would be no big car accident last night, may they rest in peace, God forgive them and accept them!" Zhen Fan said that he drew a cross on his chest with seriousness. Then Shi Shiran walked down and blinked at Lance and Helena.

Suddenly there was applause from the stage to the stage.

I have to say that Zhen Fan has cleverly used people's tiredness of the previous few speeches and achieved a surprisingly successful result. Even some reporters have already thought out the topic, which is about Zhen Fan's brief speech.

So far, the award ceremony is officially over. At this time, a lot of staff brought fine wines, and all of them held wine glasses and raised the wine to celebrate this award ceremony. Although the scale is small, several large newspapers and Internet news reporters have come, and it is estimated that the impact will be immeasurable.

After a glass of wine, the song finally broke up and everyone was ready to leave. Zhen Fan held the box in his hand casually, and talked with Doctor Frankel as he walked.

"Have you considered it clearly? I suggest that you can take a part-time job at Duke University School of Medicine. I hope you can spread your needle and finger hemostasis methods. This is a major discovery in the history of human medicine. We can't. It's too..." He originally wanted to say it was too shameful, but suddenly felt that it was really unfair to Zhen Fan to say so, so his life stopped.

"No, I'm not interested in teaching, and... If it is not for understanding the essence of Chinese culture, I am afraid it will be difficult to learn such a technique. It is not that I do not teach, but Duke University or other medical schools do not have such a technique. The cultural atmosphere, maybe the time has not come! I'm very sorry, Doctor Frankel!" Zhen Fan shrugged and could only refuse Frankel's kindness.

"Okay, okay, but... If one day, we can achieve the atmosphere you said, will you come to coach?" Frankel looked at Zhen Fan very much.

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

This is just a good wish ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ American arrogance, it is impossible to create a learning atmosphere with very Chinese cultural heritage in universities, unless China will be the boss for a hundred years in the future.

The two said something again, and then they left. Zhen Fan, Lance and Helena are preparing to leave the city hall. As he walked, Lance gave Zhen Fan a thumbs up and said triumphantly: "I really didn't see it. You really have a way of giving a speech. Someday you are not a doctor and you can be a politician!"

"Do you want me to lie to others every day, be cruel, or hold anything, things, or even emotions to trade?" Zhen Fan looked at Lance, shaking his head and laughing.

"Of course not!" Lance quickly defended.

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

"Hey, wait, Dr. Zhen!" Suddenly a voice came from behind, and a staff member ran towards Zhen Fan out of breath, "Dr. Zhen, please wait, Mayor Turner wants to invite Mr. Zhen to talk for a while alone. !" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for a recommendation, a monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read it.) 9