There are nearly ten million foreigners in Baocheng, accounting for one-third of the population, so there are also many foreigners watching the excitement.
As soon as this sign came out, dozens of ghost guys immediately became aggressive and held people accountable.
Not to mention the foreigners were furious, Ye Fan was also shocked.
These eight simple words are no less than saying that foreigners are not allowed to enter. This is humiliation, this is discrimination, and this is provoking their anger.
No wonder Xiong Tianjun wants Ye Fan to endure the huge slander.
Because once this sign was established, Ye Fan was bound to be reprimanded and insulted by countless foreigners.
Of course, this will indeed make Jin Zhilin an instant hit.
Ye Fan can imagine that Jin Zhilin will be the center of public opinion in the next week.
"What do you mean?"
"This is humiliation, this is discrimination, this is hurting our feelings."
"You have to give an explanation!"
"Yes, you must give us an explanation, otherwise we will broadcast this act to the whole world."
A capable and beautiful blonde with a camera hung from the front shouted angrily: "Goddess Times will ruin your reputation!"
The other companions were also filled with indignation.
If they had not seen Ye Fan's miraculous medical skills with their own eyes, the blondes might not think it was an insult. Instead, they would ridicule Jin Zhilin for not overestimating his abilities and trying to please others.
But Ye Fan saved more than a dozen people at one go and brought Xiong Tianjun's wife back from the dead, which made them believe that Ye Fan was a miracle doctor with extraordinary medical skills.
Such a miracle doctor now doesn't treat them as masters and doesn't provide them with services. How can the blonde and the others not be angry to death?
"Isn't it difficult to understand that people who are not of my race cannot be treated?"
Xiong Tianjun glanced at Ye Fan, and when he saw that he was still calm and composed, he smiled and shouted:
"Jin Zhilin is China's Jin Zhilin, not your foreigners' Jin Zhilin."
"The divine doctor Jin Zhilin came to China, studied in China, and grew up in China. His medical skills naturally serve Jin Zhilin."
"We can't even cure our own people, so how can we have the energy to serve you foreign uncles?"
"So from now on, Jin Zhilin will only treat Chinese people, and foreigners will not be allowed to queue or be treated."
Xiong Tianjun held his head high and declared word by word.
"Do you know what this behavior is?"
The blonde girl was furious: "This will hurt the feelings of China and other countries."
The other companions also shouted angrily to protest.
"This only represents Jin Zhilin's behavior, which has nothing to do with China?"
Xiong Tianjun said plausibly: "China has never said that Chinese medicine does not treat foreigners. In fact, Chinese medicine clinics of all sizes welcome you at any time."
"Cihangzhai also opened its doors for 365 days to receive patients from all sides."
"Jin Zhilin's rules, it's too shameless for you to take advantage of them to go online."
"Besides, doesn't your "Goddess Times" also restrict outsiders from entering the fourth floor?"
"In banks, Chinese are only allowed to hold third-level positions."
"Securities, P7, insurance, F5, cancer center, secondary authority, biological research, never to become a regular employee."
He said loudly: "Compared to Jin Zhilin, you have clearly stated restrictions on Chinese people in various industries."
The blonde's face changed slightly and she shouted: "Don't spit on others."
She was very angry on her face, but her heart was in turmoil. She didn't expect that this guy knew so many unspoken rules in the West.
"Do you know what's going on?"
"You can be angry, you can accuse, you can appeal, but please leave Jin Zhilin now."
Xiong Tianjun suddenly opened his hands: "You are not welcome here. This place only serves the people of China."
As soon as he finished speaking, the blonde and others were so angry that they almost vomited blood, but there was a burst of cheers from the other side.
Nearly a hundred patients from China were very happy and proud.
A hundred years ago, he was lower than foreigners. After becoming rich and powerful, he was still lower than others out of friendship. Now, Jin Zhilin is swimming upstream, making Chinese patients feel proud and proud.
I finally have a chance to outdo the foreigners, even if I just enjoy this privilege in a medical clinic.
Ye Fan has been silent all this time. Except for Xiong Tianjun telling him not to stand up, Ye Fan knows that this kind of thing needs to be left with some room.
If he steps forward or expresses his attitude, things will become irreconcilable.
Ye Tianci took the opportunity to shout at the top of his lungs:
"Quine up, queue up, there are 100 places available, you must show your ID card to get your number."
"People who are not of my race cannot be diagnosed and treated."
He waved his white fan and directed several doctors to maintain order.
"Just entertain yourself, I don't believe it, he can treat any disease."
"Yes, I don't believe how good a Chinese doctor can be."
"Today we will squat here and see how many people he can cure."
Seeing Jin Zhilin's resolute attitude, the blonde and the others withdrew bitterly, then picked up their cameras and mobile phones and stared at Ye Fan and others.
Not only did they quickly report Jin Zhilin's discrimination against foreigners, they also pretended to be watching Ye Fan treat a hundred patients.
Whenever Ye Fan fails to cure a patient, they will spread rumors about quackery and black doctors, and they will also use this to find comfort in being discriminated against.
Look, Ye Fan can't even treat such a simple patient, and he still thinks he's right and doesn't treat foreigners. He's simply arrogant.
The blonde and the others were waiting to see Ye Fan's joke, and they were also waiting for this joke to spread around the world, making everyone laugh at Ye Fan's behavior, and at the same time smear China.
"Come on, follow the numbers. If everyone has any problems, tell them one by one."
Ye Fan sat at a consultation table and looked at the cheerful patient.
The Chinese patient who took the number came over respectfully.
Regardless of whether Ye Fan can be cured or not, this situation deserves their respect.
"Doctor, my neck..."
"You have cervical spondylosis. You keep your head down for too long and your sleeping posture is incorrect. I'll just give you a few injections."
"Little sir, I'm so sweaty..."
"The spleen and stomach are cold and damp, which is caused by my fondness for cold water and frozen drinks when I was young. No need to take an injection. I will prescribe you a dose of Chinese medicine, one dose a day, and it will heal on its own in three days!"
Ye Fan faced the patient who was standing over, took his pulse and told the patient's condition, which made everyone present stunned.
Several doctors, Jin Zhilin, were in a daze. They were treating patients too fast.
There are one hundred patients with all kinds of diseases, and some even have cancerous lesions. Not to mention ordinary medical clinics, even top hospitals require repeated consultations to diagnose and treat them.
But for Ye Fan, it was as simple as drinking water, feeling his pulse, and then acupuncture or prescribing medicine.
The patient's pain was relieved, and the acupuncture was able to cure the disease. Everyone received effective treatment, and he was very happy to thank Ye Fan.
The patient's family members rushed to tell each other, and word spread on the Internet that there was a little miracle doctor in Jinzhilin.
Many patients came over after hearing the news, and the entrance to the hospital was filled with chaos.
Seeing this bustling scene, the four doctors Jin Zhilin were so excited that they almost cried.
In the few months since it opened, it has never been as popular and well-received as it is today.
They took the initiative to act as Ye Fan's assistants, preparing medicine, preparing medicine, and serving tea and water.
Ye Tianci, who distributed the numbers, was also in high spirits. Many patients pestered him to ask for tomorrow's numbers, which made him feel an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.
He looked at his lame leg, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.
The blonde girl and the others left with dark faces, vowing to make Ye Fan compromise.
But no matter what, Jin Zhilin became an instant hit...
Not far away, several Audis were parked. Wei Hongchao was sitting in the middle of the car, holding a cigar in his mouth and staring at Jin Zhilin with an ugly face.
A man in black next to him whispered: "Young Master Wei, do you want to touch Jin Zhilin as originally planned and give Old Man Hua some color?"
"Teach me a lesson."
Wei Hongchao cursed angrily: "Jin Zhilin is like this, and anyone who touches her will be criticized."
"Ye Fan, this bastard is really amazing. He made Jin Zhilin famous in just one day and established himself firmly."
He turned to look at Ye Tianci who was waving his fan and sneered:
"Looks like I'm going to play some dirty tricks..."
