Based on the situation of the Shanghai Warm Disease School Branch, there are four people on the list of finalists, including only one hundred and fifty people in the mainland, which is already a good result in Yang Yixian's opinion.

Also, this time the Vietnam Oriental Medicine Competition is not an official invitational competition, but you can participate as long as you want to. In this case, many members of the club can see a lot.

If it is a traditional Chinese medicine competition held in South Korea, Japan and other countries, it is a standard and official invitational competition, and it will only be invited to participate in the competition if it has a certain reputation in China.

However, Vietnam is not like that here, so I have seen a little.

As for the list of those who entered the finals from the finals, in the eyes of Yang Yixian and Ye Jing, it would be best if there were members of the Warm Disease School branch who could enter, and if they did not, they didn't feel anything.

After all, those who can enter the finals are all famous doctors from various countries.

As for Yang Yixian talking to Ye Chen about this matter in advance, that is, after the finals list comes out every day tomorrow, they may fly back to Shanghai in advance, so naturally it is impossible to go back with Ye Chen.

"So you're going back soon?" Ye Chen asked.

"Don't you want to go back early?" Yang Yi asked first.

If it weren't for the competition, Yang Yixian and they wouldn't want to come to such a country where winter is like summer. Therefore, knowing this result, it is natural to be willing to return to Shanghai as soon as possible.

Ye Chen also missed the situation in Shanghai, but he knew that it would definitely be impossible to leave before his business was done.

What's more, now I have to give Wu Yu's uncle acupuncture treatment for edema, and it will take about a week more.

"In any case, you should be on the list of finals, and you will win glory for the Shanghai Chinese medicine community at that time. Yang Yixian said.

In the past, he felt that Ye Chen was a very good person, especially in traditional Chinese medicine.

This time, it can be seen that Ye Chen's traditional Chinese medicine skills are really better than others.

It's just that Ye Chen is not willing to join the Warm Disease School Branch, otherwise, he will definitely compete for a place for the Warm Disease School Branch and provide the popularity of the Warm Disease School.

Ye Chen came here, basically, he already knew what Yang Yi was going to say first, and it was also helpful to him.

If Yang Yixian and the others wanted to go back to Shanghai in advance, Ye Chen naturally wanted Liao Bingxue and the two daughters to follow Yang Yixian and them back by plane.

Because Ye Chen didn't know, there might be other situations at that time.

It's just that, thinking of Huang Xiaowei's own situation, if he had a heart attack, how could he fly back in time to give him acupuncture?

Therefore, if Huang Xiaowei wanted to stay, Ye Chen would rather leave Liao Bingxue to take care of her.

The two sat there and chatted until nine o'clock in the evening, among them, Yang Yixian, as the vice president of the branch of the Shanghai School of Warm Disease, knew much more about this Eastern Medicine Competition than he knew clearly.

From Yang Yixian's example, it is probably clear what the real level of the contestants from various countries is, and how far they are from the Chinese contestants.

At ten o'clock in the evening, when it was time to say that everything was finished, Ye Chen stood up and was about to leave, and said, "Professor Yang, if you go back then, call me to inform me." ”

"Okay, it's late, you can go back and rest. Yang Yixian said.

Now he is more satisfied with Ye Chen, but Ye Chen is Liao Wenen's disciple, and he is unwilling to join the Warm Disease School, so he can only have a good relationship with Ye Chen as much as possible.

Ye Chen paid for the tea, came out of the café, went out to the outside of the hotel, and walked along the side of the road, he found that the night in Hanoi was still quite lively.

Of course, on the long streets, he still saw a lot of Vietnamese snacks and late-night snacks, most of which were seaside seafood.

When Ye Chen was in Shanghai, he rarely ate supper, except when he couldn't eat enough for dinner. However, now that he saw that there were many people operating on the roadside, Ye Chen walked over to take a look and found that the hygiene process was average, similar to those hawkers or food stalls on the streets of China.

Ye Chen found a food stall and sat down, ready to order a few local Vietnamese dishes to eat, and then packed one and took it back to Liao Bingxue and the two daughters.

When Ye Chen sat down, he ordered according to the pattern marked on the simple recipe, asked for two bottles of local Vietnamese beer, sat there, opened a bottle of beer and took a sip, and found that eating supper in Vietnamese weather is similar to eating supper in Shanghai in summer.

When the chef in the food stall was stir-frying Ye Chen, he heard a cry not far away, Ye Chen's eyes looked not far away, and suddenly saw more than a dozen black and thin Vietnamese men holding knives and seemed to be chasing a few people in front of him.

Now not only Ye Chen is watching, but other diners who are sitting there eating are also watching.

Because Ye Chen didn't know Vietnamese, he didn't know what the people around him were talking about. However, looking at the appearance of those people, it should be a triad fight.

Judging from the security environment in Vietnam, Ye Chen knew that Vietnam was more chaotic at night, and now it was nothing to encounter the underworld fighting.

Ye Chen felt that it was the local gangsters in Hanoi who were fighting there, so he naturally couldn't pay attention to it, so he sat there and continued to drink beer, waiting for the waiter of the food stall to bring him food, and found that the gang continued to chase the people in front of him towards him.

Moreover, the first few people should be in a group, and several of them have already been slashed to the ground by a group of people, and then Ye Chen seemed to hear someone talking Chinese, the kind of Chinese with dialects.

"Boss, run!" ......

When the people in front of them fell, they shouted in Chinese, and the more Ye Chen heard it, the more clearly he listened, he wondered, how come the gangsters here in Vietnam also speak Chinese?

When Ye Chen looked over, he had already seen a few meters away, a middle-aged man in his forties had blood stains on his clothes, running and falling, and he had already bumped into several people and guests on the street, scaring those ordinary people to avoid in a hurry.

When he ran not far from Ye Chen, he was already about to lie on the ground, and if it weren't for the tables and stools in front of him, he would have fallen.

Of course, the group of more than a dozen people in the back continued to shout there in Vietnamese, and among the people in front, except for the middle-aged man who was now closest to Ye Chen, all the others fell to the ground, and then they were desperately stabbed by the group with knives, shouting that they were beating with iron pipes.

If both of these parties were Vietnamese gangsters, Ye Chen would naturally ignore them, and if these Vietnamese monkeys ate dogs, they would die if they died.

However, if the people who were hunted down were from China, it would be different, in this case, other ordinary people might not dare to help, but Ye Chen couldn't see death without helping.

When Ye Chen stood up, he still didn't see the middle-aged man's face clearly, and the group of black, thin, and tattooed Vietnamese men behind him had already surrounded the middle-aged man.