There are erected high-rise buildings, crowded traffic, buildings on both sides of the road, and large colorful billboards that are eye-catching. Christmas is approaching, the weather has also turned cold, and the bustling people on both sides of the street have already put on thick winter clothes and thick suits.
, the salesman who was hurrying away with his briefcase under his arm, the tall beauties in fashionable clothes who were shopping together, the teenagers in hip-hop clothes and sports hats, the urban white-collar workers who paused in front of the newsstand with coffee in their hands and picked up a copy.
After paying for the newspaper, they hurried away again. White skin, yellow skin, black skin, blond hair, black hair, colorfully dyed hair, uh, and bald heads... The flow of people paused for a moment at the crowded intersection.
The heavy traffic flow passed by, the green light on the sidewalk turned on, and the pedestrians waiting on both sides rushed towards each other, and after a while they were separated by the traffic flow again.
Stores far and near are already being decorated and decorated for the upcoming Christmas. Across the street, a huge promotional sign for Christmas is being slowly hoisted. It is brightly colored and looks particularly eye-catching.
, the crowds who walked below subconsciously walked away for a distance. The sky was bright, and looking from the side, the tall buildings standing tall seemed to cut the sky into long trapezoidal strips. In this area, there were all kinds of huge bright advertisements.
In the narrow space surrounded by cards, millions of people are crowded between the valley-like streets, waiting, walking, and stopping, like cells carrying trivial items and sections of life from here to
There, the vitality of this behemoth city is maintained.
December 19, 1998, Manhattan, New York, USA, one of the most prosperous places in the world.
Wearing a white and thin patient uniform, a pair of slippers on her feet, a woman with an oval face, a long ponytail tied with a simple red rope on the back of her head, and a standard oriental beauty face stood in the corridor, touching her hands gently.
She encountered the transparent glass window that closed the entire space and was looking at everything on the street below. Due to her illness during this period, her frail face looked a little pale, but her eyes seemed to be more alert. The edema on her body had faded.
, and therefore lost weight. He appeared slimmer and thinner than before.
This is a medical institution located in the most prosperous area of Manhattan. It is better to say it is a medical institution or a research institute. This medical research institute has a long-standing reputation in the industry, but it is not a conventional hospital. They are more
The local government is only responsible for development and research. If you want to treat a disease here, it will without exception cost a lot of money, and it is best to have a good family background. It is precisely because of this that there are not many patients here.
But it can occupy a place in the most expensive location in the world, with the best medical equipment and a perfect medical environment.
She arrived here the day before yesterday. In fact, before she arrived here, her condition had been under control, her body had reduced swelling and entered the recovery stage. However, nephrotic syndrome is one of the most stubborn conditions, and it is not enough to get better all at once.
What does it mean? Because it won't take long. It may relapse due to a small opportunity, such as catching a cold - this is difficult to avoid in patients with weak immunity due to the disease. Zhang Jing'an hurriedly took her
The purpose of sending it here is to find a better way to cure it.
This trip was indeed a bit hasty for her. Her father had only said once before that he was in contact with New York, and then he put her on the plane resolutely that night. Not that she was satisfied with this arrangement.
Any slander, but before that...she was still waiting for that person.
No matter what, no matter what, let’s go see him after he’s cured...
The relationship between Yahan and her father has not improved since they fell into the Cold War a few years ago. Although she understands her father's concern for her, due to Liu Wenli's incident a few years ago, she also clearly realized that when necessary
, the father who puts the interests of the family first will still use himself as a bargaining chip to marry off, probably because he realizes the disharmony in this relationship. This time, it is just the little mother who accompanies her to come to New York. Zhang Jingan is only in Jianghai, one person a day.
Call to find out the situation.
Yahan, who has lived in the UK for three years, has nothing that she can't adapt to the American environment. In addition, she basically stayed in the hospital for these two days to do various examinations, simple injections and medicines, and did not go out at all. During this period
Here, my little mom is already ready to go shopping in New York City during Christmas. She is also ready to forget her worries for the time being and have fun in New York for a while. As my little mom said, shopping
Shopping is a woman's panacea for everything.
After looking at the scene of the street outside the window for a while, she walked along the corridor and walked on the floor. Most of this floor is a research room, and the other half is a ward. Although there are few people, there is space after all. The entire corridor
, plus a nurse who just passed by, there were about four or five people. When she walked outside the door of a ward, she vaguely heard someone talking in English. The accent was a little different from that in the UK, and she couldn't hear clearly for a while.
, also at this time, there was a bang, the door opened, and she was knocked to the ground.
Coming out of the room were two young men with obviously unkind expressions. They opened the door excitedly and came out. When they saw Yahan who was knocked to the ground, they couldn't help but froze for a moment. Then the two looked at each other.
One person asked in English, and this time Yahan could hear clearly. The two people probably thought that she was eavesdropping on the conversation outside the door. As the person spoke, he grabbed Yahan's skirt and pulled her away.
stand up.
"Tell me, who are you?"
"Why eavesdrop..."
"Who ordered you to come, the Gambino family? Or the Colobo family..."
"What...are you talking about! Let me go!" These two people are probably used to being domineering, but Yahan is not the kind of woman who lets others bully her. The bodyguard she brought is not around now, so she clasped her hands together,
She suddenly cut on the man's elbow, and when the man's hand loosened, she had already grabbed the man's shoulders and collar. With a perfect sweep of her calf, she threw him to the ground with her hands.
This series of simple moves was smooth, but because he was recovering from his illness, he really didn't have much strength. He took a step back and his head was slightly dizzy. When the other person saw his companion falling to the ground, he wanted to rush up. At this time,
A figure intervened between the two of them.
"Alas...what's going on? If you have something to say, say it slowly. If you have something to say, say it slowly..."
The figure held out his hand to block the two people who were about to rush over. He was not tall and burly either.
Only about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a yellow sports cap, he blocked both of them for a moment, and just said: "If you have something to say, say it slowly. It's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding. If you have something to say, say it slowly,
Don't hit me..."
While they were talking, the two people simply moved their hands towards the guy who came to interfere. However, the guy shook his body twice and easily escaped. When one of them came to catch Yahan, another one came.
The man grabbed his clothes, and for a moment, the man dodged and pulled seemingly without any rules. The two people could neither reach Yahan nor hurt him at all. Yahan looked at it for a while, but recognized
This man's footwork was obviously that of Chinese martial arts. Although he looked flustered, he was obviously much better than himself.
"Don't hit me...Speak slowly if you have something to say. I'll count to three. Let's stop together. How about we stop? I'll count. Alas...three!"
Suddenly, the voice fell, and the farce that was just as lively as a market also came to an end in an instant. With the man's sudden punch, the two people fell to the ground. The man laughed and raised his hand.
He raised his hand, and he looked like a yellow man who was only about twenty years old. He was not fat, but his face was round, and he looked quite pleasant, giving people the impression that he had not grown up: "I said it was a misunderstanding.
No more, don’t fight anymore... uh..."
"Fuck!" Then a pistol was pointed at the man's forehead. The Chinese man raised his hand. But at the same time, the other hand grasped the barrel of the pistol and appeared on the round face.
Behind the man was a tall foreign man, wearing a crisp suit, holding a bouquet of flowers, and frowned: "What are you doing?"
"Uh..." The two groups obviously knew each other. As soon as the muzzle of the gun was held, the foreign man holding the gun obviously panicked, "Ye, Mr. Joseph, this woman eavesdropped on our conversation..."
"I didn't!" Yahan said with wide eyes.
"Where is it?" The pleasant-looking man also raised his hand and said, "They opened the door accidentally, knocked this lady down, and accused her of eavesdropping."
The man named Joseph glanced at a few people, and then nodded to Yahan: "I'm sorry, it's their fault...apologize!" The latter half of the sentence was obviously addressed to the two foreigners.
—
"But... uh... I'm sorry."
"Feel sorry……"
Both of them were obviously afraid of the man named Joseph. They hesitated for a moment and apologized reluctantly. Joseph didn't say much, entered the room with the bouquet, and then closed the door. Outside the door, he looked like a pleasant man.
The man nodded to Yahan and said in Chinese: "Chinese?"
Yahan nodded gently.
"What a coincidence. I didn't expect to see Chinese people here. Me too. You can call me Steamed Bun. My hometown is in Beijing."
Steamed Bun smiled and stretched out his hand. Yahan smiled slightly and touched it symbolically: "Thank you."
The man named Steamed Bun opposite seemed to want to say something more, but the beautiful woman in front of him nodded, turned around and walked back. She scratched her hair in confusion. After a while, he looked at both sides and couldn't help but laugh at herself.
A smile.
Walking to the side, he took out an MP3 player from his arms and clicked it: "Boss, something happened. I have contacted the target. The failure is that she seems to have no interest in communicating with me. The beauty is indeed a beauty. I
I guess it was the profound martial arts I showed that aroused her subconscious vigilance... Also, why are there people from the Mafia in this hospital? I just saw Joseph of the Salier family, although he has always managed a more visible one.
It’s a business of light, but will it have any impact on our affairs this time?”
"Probably not." After a moment, a voice came from the other side, "The person who went in was Joseph's brother. He was shot some time ago. Joseph moved in because he also owned shares in this research institute. It is relatively possible.
What happened should be just a trivial matter. However, given that you said before that your appearance and temperament kill both men and women, for the result that beautiful women don’t want to take advantage of you now, on behalf of the entire anti-terrorism team, I sincerely roll my eyes at you.
and passionate contempt..."
"Tch...Brother Guohua, I just don't think we need to be so worried. She is a little girl with no enemies. Once she goes abroad, we have to arrange for so many of us to protect her. I think, as long as I am here,
Is it enough to protect the head of state? Do you need to go to so much trouble to please a tulip?"
"That's right." Cui Guohua chuckled over the headset, "So Guo Lin and the others have gone out to travel and hang out now. This glorious and arduous task will be left to you alone, Mr. Mantou, if it really
It's dangerous, so just wish yourself well."
"...You are so shameful."
"In the past, going abroad to such a big place was all about missions. Now that I finally have some free time, of course it's worthwhile to go shopping more... Haha, in fact, Guo Lin and the others went to look for news about North American Peluojia based on your intelligence.
As for Tulip, you have been in the United States for these years. It is difficult to understand without experiencing it for yourself. But since we happen to be in New York and there is such an order from above, let’s do it well. The incident in Jianghai City happened this time, and it happened to be us.
The best opportunity to express sincerity to Tulip, that person... I really want to meet her too..."
"If she is a beautiful woman." Steamed Bun rolled his eyes, "I would also like to meet her and communicate with her."
While the two were having this boring conversation on the dedicated intercom system, a plane from China landed on time at John F. Kennedy International Airport, about 20 kilometers southeast of Manhattan. Soon after, a
A woman wearing a white stand-collar trench coat and light red sunglasses walked out of the airport gate, carrying a small suitcase, and stopped a taxi.
"Sheratontan. Manhattan Sheraton Hotel" said lightly, with a pure and authentic New York accent. The driver followed the instructions and drove onto the highway. In the car, the woman took off her light red sunglasses. What was reflected in the reflector was
Jian Suyan's delicate face, full of oriental beauty, is elegant, quiet, and heroic. Only in her slightly frowned brows, there is a hint of edge, like the quietest clouds before the storm...