Qin Fan nodded, Leighton Walker had completely changed his understanding of China.
He was still very happy.
"Mr. Layton, we have an old Chinese saying that no one is perfect, and there is no way to improve if you make mistakes."
"You two are welcome to visit China often when you have time."
Terry Giles and Leighton Walker sat in Bian Que Hall for dozens of minutes before standing up to leave.
Before leaving, Qin Fan gave Terry Giles a few more common acupuncture books.
He even left a line of words of encouragement on the title page.
Terry Giles was so moved that he burst into tears. He held the book and bowed deeply to Qin Fan.
"Thank you Mr. Qin, thank you teacher!"
This sentence of "teacher" is really what Terry Giles calls him from the bottom of his heart.
After meeting each other in Hong Kong and arriving at Haizhou Medical Center, Terry Giles has been living in China for almost two years.
He not only learned about traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture, but also saw the charm of Chinese traditional medicine.
Everyone in the medical clinic was very friendly to him, and doctors such as Liu Weiqi and Huang Xiangshan were even more willing to give advice.
This gave Terry Giles a valuable spiritual wealth.
Watching the two people's cars leave, Qin Fan's heart suddenly felt a little empty.
In two years, he had regarded Terry Giles as a member of the medical clinic.
Night, Melbourne Central Hospital.
Cai Haiyue was in a coma for several days and finally woke up.
After learning the news, Zuo Xin rushed to the hospital as soon as possible.
"Uncle Zuo, I'm sorry, I didn't protect the young master well."
Cai Haiyue looked a little pale and looked very weak.
Zuo Xin reached out and patted his arm.
"Take good care of your injuries. The eldest young master will be fine. There were some things you didn't know before. The main reason is to consider the eldest young master's safety."
"Can you still remember the scene?"
Zuo Xin asked.
Cai Haiyue nodded, "Remember, we traveled in three cars that day..."
He slowly told the story of the attack.
"You said you saw Daler calling you and running towards you before you fell unconscious?"
Zuo Xin asked.
"Yes, his car was too far away from us. After changing the team, he was at the front."
Zuo Xin nodded, secretly relieved.
Cai Haiyue's statement is exactly the same as Daler's.
"Brother Haiyue, luckily Dalle saved you this time, otherwise we would never see each other again."
"Oh, where are the others?"
"He also suffered a gunshot wound and his arm was almost disabled."
Zuo Xin stood up and consoled him: "Just rest in peace and recuperate. The young master is still looking forward to your early return to the team."
Cai Haiyue nodded. To be honest, he didn't know anything at the time.
He only thought that he would never wake up this time, but he didn't expect that Dalle saved him in the end.
Zuo Xin came out of the hospital and returned directly to the manor.
Subsequently, the surveillance on Daler was cancelled.
At this point, Daler truly put his heart into his stomach.
He knew that the plan had been successful, and at the same time he got into Lu Zhiwen's eyes because of saving Cai Haiyue.
After seeing off Terry Giles and Leighton Walker, Qin Fan was about to sit down and receive the patient.
A call came into his cell phone.
When I looked at the number, I found that it was Minister Li Chaohua's secretary Gao Xinyuan calling.
I thought to myself, it can’t be such a coincidence, right? Is there a new mission?
He had made an appointment with Yi Liangzhe to meet in Bandung next week.
Pressing the answer button, Secretary Gao's voice came over there.
"Mr. Qin, are you in Bian Que Hall?"
"Here, Secretary Gao, are you okay?"
"Haha, something must have happened. Minister Li asked me to come and pick you up. Please prepare."
Secretary Gao seemed worried that Qin Fan didn't understand, so he added another sentence.
"They are foreign guests from the State Guesthouse."
Qin Fan immediately understood that it was just a sudden emergency.
In fact, there is nothing you need to prepare, just bring a small medicine box.
A few dozen minutes later, Secretary Gao arrived at Bian Que Hall.
After picking up Qin Fan, the car headed towards the State Guesthouse.
On the way, Secretary Gao Xinyuan briefly explained the situation to Qin Fan.
In recent days, an international conference has been held in Beijing.
Among them was a Frenchman named Alan Elton. His throat was swollen and painful, and he had difficulty swallowing and speaking.
The accompanying doctor prescribed some Western medicine, but the effect was not good.
And this Aaron Elton will have a few dozen minutes to speak tomorrow morning.
This made the French anxious, and in desperation, they asked China for help.
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Allen found us, we can't just sit back and ignore him."
"Minister Li said, we just have to do our best."
Secretary Gao Xinyuan said.
Qin Fan nodded.
Disease comes like a mountain falling, and disease goes away like a thread. Everyone understands this truth.
After a while, the car drove into the State Guesthouse.
Although it is a ministry car, it still has to pass various inspections before entering the internal roads.
On the road leading to small buildings 1-16, there is almost a post every three steps and a post every five steps.
The soldiers on guard duty remained motionless under the scorching sun.
The car stopped at Building No. 9.
Secretary Gao got out of the car, opened the car door for Qin Fan, and the two of them walked up the small steps.
This is the first time Qin Fan has come to the Foreign Guest Building.
Secretary Gao knocked on the door a few times, and someone came to open it.
What appeared was a caucasian man with blond hair and blue eyes, about forty years old.
"Mr. Austin, I have invited Mr. Qin from China."
Secretary Gao speaks very fluent English.
"Well, please come in."
Austin raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly.
He then stepped aside to get out of the way.
Qin Fan followed Secretary Gao Xinyuan and walked in.
There is a thick wool carpet under your feet, and the interior decoration is mainly based on Chinese classical culture.
Even the ceramic ornaments around it are all blue and white porcelain.
The wooden sofa is in the center of the living room, and Minister Li Chaohua is accompanying a Frenchman in his sixties.
Although the other party is sitting there, it can be seen that the size is very impressive.
The horizontal proportions are particularly exaggerated, and even the baggy shirt cannot cover the protruding belly.
There was a Chinese female translator sitting between the two of them on the sofa.
Qin Fan estimated that the other party was Allen Elton.
Behind Alan Elton was a middle-aged Frenchman with a stethoscope hanging around his neck.
It should be the accompanying doctor, his name is Roberts.
"Mr. Allen, this is our Chinese traditional Chinese medicine Mr. Qin Fanqin."
Li Chaohua introduced to Alan Elton.
He made the introduction in Chinese, and the female translator behind him immediately translated it simultaneously to Alan Elton.
Alan Elton turned his attention to Qin Fan, "Hello! Mr. Qin."
The sound was very labored and tinny, as if it had been squeezed out through force.
"Hello, Mr. Allen."
Qin Fan smiled and said hello in English.
"Mr. Qin, I want to pick you up urgently. Xiao Gao has told you, right?"
Li Chaohua asked.
Qin Fan nodded, indicating that he understood.
Li Chaohua said to Allen Elton again: "Mr. Allen, let Mr. Qin take a look for you."
Alan Elton nodded when he heard the translation.
Qin Fan sat on the small sofa next to him, "Mr. Allen, let me take your pulse first."
As he spoke, he made a pulse-taking gesture.
Alan Elton stretched out his wrist and placed it on the armrest of the sofa.
Qin Fan gently touched it with three fingers and tasted it carefully.
When Doctor Roberts saw Qin Fan starting to feel his pulse, his eyes were full of curiosity and he leaned forward slightly to take a peek.