Five Hundred and Ninety-Nine, I Can't Lower It

The medical road is smooth. Volume 599 can't be lowered. "How much does this trip cost?" The head nurse finally waited until the discussion between the doctors was over.

To be honest, after getting on the plane and eating something, they began to discuss and rehearse. As long as she and Lao Chen couldn't understand and didn't speak, they couldn't speak.

Especially Zhang Fan's English, which smelled like potato eggs, made her feel depressed, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

I don't want to hear it, but the magical sound will get into my ears.

Originally, I thought about going out this time, even if it can't be called a trip, it can be regarded as a trip at public expense. As a result, she went crazy when she got on the plane and rehearsed the speech from beginning to end.

Finally, Potato English is over.

Zhao Yanfang got up and took the coffee and continued to study the speech.

And Zhao Jingjin was a bit older, and he was a little tired at this time, so he closed his eyes and rested.

Lao Chen and Ma Yichen felt like they had never seen the world before.

Seeing that Zhang Fan was fine, the head nurse asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, it shouldn't be expensive. If it's too expensive, why would he buy this thing!" Zhang Fan said with his simple idea.

"That's right, take a look at your two subordinates. They are too new to the world." The head nurse rolled her eyes and looked at Lao Chen and Ma Yichen with contempt.

"Okay, don't laugh at me, you sat on the sofa again and laughed at us!" Old Chen, the old man, didn't blush at all, and wanted to turn over the head nurse's background.

The head nurse didn't even blush, and wanted to argue with Lao Chen immediately.

Zhang Fan quickly stopped him.

His brain hurts too. I have never spoken English in such a lengthy manner. To be honest, many brain cells have died.

It must be accurate, there must be no ambiguity, and there must be action, mother!

At this time, let the two guys make a noise, he really wants to skydive.

"How much did you spend on this trip?" The local tyrant specially hired a Chinese-Kaza flight attendant for this trip for convenience.

"About one million." The stewardess told Zhang Fan very politely.

"Dollar?"

"RMB!" I don't know whether it's because of their high professionalism or their inherent politeness. Anyway, they don't show any contempt at all.

After hearing the number, Zhang Fan and the head nurse beside him looked at each other.

The head nurse didn't know what to think.

Zhang Fan seemed to think that after they went back and forth, a rescue vehicle full of equipment disappeared.

Fortunately, it was a private jet, otherwise Zhang Fan and the others would have to fly to the capital first, and then fly directly from the capital to London.

But now, taking off from tea directly is equivalent to saving more than 2,000 kilometers and three hours.

When he arrived in London, Zhang Fan felt the capital of Sanchuan.

The weather was gloomy, and when we got off the plane, it was chilly, and it didn't feel like spring at all.

"The lineup is pretty big. The director of the liver department of Wellington is here, the director of the liver department of the Royal Hospital is here, and the director of the liver department of the King's Hospital is also here."

Looking at the welcoming crowd, Zhao Yanfang whispered to Zhang Fan.

"You look familiar!" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

"Nonsense, when I was a Ph.D. student, I stayed here with my supervisor for half a year. The earliest liver transplant in the world was performed by the Royal Hospital. These three hospitals, especially Wellington, are the most powerful in terms of liver."

Zhang Fan probably knew about it when he came here, thinking that there was only one hospital, but he didn't expect that the person in charge of the liver department of three hospitals came this time.

"It seems that he attaches great importance to us!"

Zhang Fan is in a good mood.

This is mainly because Zhang Fan has met too many bigwigs academically.

My master and uncle are all top-level existences in the world, so I don't feel a huge sense of strangeness like flying a private jet.

This thing is like a family environment.

The children of the official family have been fascinated by how to deal with people since they were young, while the children of ordinary people often listen to how to earn more living expenses today.

Therefore, sometimes I hear some complainers say that those above the division level are family traditions, which seems to have a grain of truth.

Zhang Fan struggled to speak English, but the spoken language of the other party was too heavy, it was too troublesome to hear, and three or four of them seemed to speak from different accents.

Only then did Zhang Fan realize that this English also has local accents!

To be honest, Zhang Fan studied American English, which was at a half-bottle level, but now he encountered British English with an accent, and Zhang Fan was on fire.

The annoyance in my heart was not ordinary, "Damn, I have spent so much effort, but I still don't understand!"

But fortunately, they also brought a translator, and although Zhao Yanfang usually didn't look like her old house, her department looked like a choir on the grassland in the morning, but when she opened her mouth, she spoke crisply.

It sounds taller than the old Ju Erdao dealer.

After a group of people got in the car, they entered the city all the way.

As they walked, Zhang Fan asked Zhao Yanfang, "It feels like an old house!"

"This is not the CBD area. We are going to the west district now, and there are almost all old buildings there."

Zhang Fan didn't finish his disgust when he heard the head nurse saying, "Look, look, look, Big Ben."

Zhang Fan glanced back at the head nurse, "Hold on, it's just a big watch, are you so nervous? Hold on!"

The head nurse glanced at Zhang Fan, but at least she was sure of it.

After some people go abroad, according to the scenery or landscape that others say, it is better not to say, but they feel very excited, so they must take a photo.

And Zhang Fan was like someone who came to Mishima to find fault, sometimes he disliked this, and sometimes he disliked that.

Zhao Yanfang, who originally introduced the city to everyone, couldn't introduce it anymore.

"This is the Golden Han Palace with a history of hundreds of years, it..."

"How can this thing have the bust of our Tiananmen Square? It's so gray, how do you think about Uncle Bald's mansion back then?"

"This is the Thames Canal..."

"Oh, it looks like it's not as big as Chasuhe!" Zhang Fan looked at it dissatisfied.

Is this to size? It's not steamed buns.

Zhao Yanfang stopped talking!

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Don't say any more, I have lost any sense of expectation that you said." The head nurse pushed Zhang Fan who was sitting in the front row unwillingly.

Zhang Fan chuckled and stopped talking.

It's not that Zhang Fan has an inferiority complex, as if he went to a developed country, he doesn't like anything.

Zhang Fan has been running away from Shanghai and the capital for the past few years. After a lap, I feel that the big city in Huaguo is younger than the city in Mishima. Whether it is people or architecture, it just gives him a sense of youth.

Because the airport is close to Cambridge, they arranged for Zhang Fan and the others to go to Cambridge as their first stop. There was no big welcome party either.

The three directors who came to pick up the plane today can actually be said to seek Zhang Fan's opinion.

It was originally a liver and gallbladder speech, and they wanted to add some general knowledge, such as the topic of the colon cancer paper published by Zhang Fan and the others recently.

Zhang Fan agreed without thinking too much.

Seeing that Zhang Fan agreed, they asked Wellington's liver and gallbladder director and the leading interpreter to take Zhang Fan and his party to Cambridge for a visit and rest.

Then go to the venue to give a speech the next day.

There are two cars, one is leading the way, and the other is for Zhang Fan and the others.

The hotel where Zhang Fan is stationed looks like it has grown a lot from the outside. But once inside, there is a clear difference.

The huge chandelier is like a cherry tree hanging upside down on the roof.

After reporting the safety to the family, after a little rest, several people, accompanied by translators and escorts, went around the legendary Cambridge.

Caucasians, especially once they are over fifteen, you can no longer guess their age. Huge chest, forehead with slightly raised forehead lines, and freckles, if placed in Huaguo, it is estimated that she would be the mother of at least three children.

It turned out that he was a freshman.

Whether the school is great or not, Zhang Fan didn't see it, but what Zhang Fan saw was that the school didn't seem to have walls.

"Go to the bathroom?" Zhao Yanfang asked in a low voice as Zhang Fan looked around.

"No, why is there no wall in this school?"

Zhang Fan was a little curious.

Doesn't such a famous school even have the money to build a fence?

"There was Cambridge University and then Cambridge City, so they didn't have walls."

"What kind of logic is this?" Zhang Fan couldn't understand, but he didn't struggle.

For dinner, the director of Wellington entertained Zhang Fan with a classic British meal.

Fish and chips, and tomatoes cut into two pieces, and then baked in the oven until the surface is slightly black, is a dish.

Beef kidney pie, chicken royale, beetroot stew.

To be honest, when the recipe was brought up, it was half the height of a person.

But the level of the dishes is really bad.

To be honest, Zhang Fan has a good mouth, but this thing depends on the appearance. Compared with Huaguo cuisine, saying that this thing is mediocre is a bit of an insult to Huaguo cuisine.

A round sausage grilled like a circle of black tattoos.

The tableware is quite exquisite.

Silver forks and knives, china plates.

But Zhang Fan couldn't control the taste of the food. It was the so-called dessert, Zhang Fan reluctantly ate some.

After dinner, the director of Wellington left.

Zhang Fan and the others took photos next to the legendary apple tree, and looked at the surrounding buildings that seemed to have growth rings caused by the rain.

Zhang Fan and the others returned to the hotel.

When entering the lobby, an Asian lady came over.

"Hi, Professor Zhang, I'm Zeng Huiyu, the president of GlaxoSmithKline Asia. It's a great honor to meet you today. Hello experts!" He said while handing out business cards.

It turned out that GlaxoSmithKline was waiting for Zhang Fan here.

This Ms. Zeng was alone, and she seemed to be going to the meeting alone.

Black frame, small suit, white shirt, suit skirt, I don't know if he is wearing stockings, anyway, he looks very clean, and he is not very old. Zhang Fan looked at the laxity of the other party's neck and eye bags. Between fifteen and forty years old.

A pair of black slightly sloping leather shoes under the feet.

Although he was alone, his momentum was not inferior to Zhang Fan and his group.

According to what the Mishima people say, this lady can be considered a nobleman. Her ancestor was the one who slaughtered the capital of the Kingdom of Heaven.