In the waiting area of Area C, Zheng Yichen and Nie Lao finally met with doctors from the other four hospitals. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition to these doctors, there was also the person in charge of the trip, about thirty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, eyes narrowed into a line, and he looked like a very relatable figure.

The person in charge is named Luo Ziru, and after he introduced himself, he acted as an intermediary to introduce the names of the representatives of each hospital to Zheng Yichen and them.

"These two are orthopedic professors at the First People's Hospital of Zhongshan, Zhu Feng and Ke Zhen."

"Professors of Orthopedics at the First Affiliated Hospital of Kyoto Medical University, Liu Xitao, Zhang Runzhou."

“……”

The people who were named would bow respectfully to Nie Lao and say hello in a low voice.

Nie Lao is old-fashioned, smiling kindly, full of masterful demeanor, so that Zheng Yichen saw it, and secretly slandered.

These people come from different hospitals, they are all in teams of two, about forty years old, in comparison, Nie Lao is too old, Zheng Yichen is too young, although the average age is also around forty years old, this combination of old and young is still refreshing.

The doctors have a little respect for Nie Lao, and they have a little curiosity about Zheng Yichen.

Zheng Yichen can stand in this place, which proves one thing: Nie Lao is about to present the results of the project at the World Orthopaedic Congress, and Zheng Yichen has a part in it!

Zhu Feng from the First People's Hospital of Zhongshan has always been curious, and he couldn't hold back his words, and after a few words of greeting with Zheng Yichen, he asked straight to the point: "May I ask where you graduated from that school?" How long have you been studying with Nie Lao? ”

Zheng Yichen smiled faintly: "I am a Chinese medicine practitioner who studies acupuncture. ”

His answer made Zhu Feng dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and speechless.

When Zhu Feng heard that Zheng Yichen was an acupuncture doctor, he didn't speak, but he didn't mean to look down on Zheng Yichen.

The main reason is that Zheng Yichen's answer is too nonsensical, so he can't answer.

It's like one person asking another, "Have you eaten it?" ”

And the man replied directly: "I did a hundred push-ups today." ”

How do you ask the person who started asking the question, how do you continue the conversation?

Zhu Feng was depressed, and when the other people heard this, their faces were pale, and their faces were in disbelief.

In one of the most high-profile conferences in the orthopedic world, a well-known orthopedic celebrity, with an acupuncturist to attend, this picture is too out of place!

Luo Ziru was joking when Zheng Yichen was joking, and said with a smile: "This Dr. Zheng is really humorous, the people who can go to the World Orthopedic Congress are of course orthopedic surgeons, how can they be acupuncture doctors?" ”

Boss Nie replied grinningly: "This kid is right, he is an acupuncture doctor!" I'm not kidding, it's not a joke, it's completely true. ”

Luo Ziru, who had always maintained a gentle smile, finally couldn't hold back his face, a drop of cold sweat leaked from his forehead, and several other doctors looked at each other, looking more and more stunned.

The originally harmonious atmosphere became extremely dull because of this sentence, Luo Ziru believed that he was the person who was the best at playing round, but now he couldn't even speak, and he was extremely embarrassed.

They were silent and lost, but Nie Lao and Zheng Yichen were like no one around, and continued to talk and laugh.

A gentle female voice suddenly came to the airport radio: "Dear passengers, I'm sorry to inform you that the flight you took D10067, which was flying from G City to Los Angeles, was delayed due to traffic control, and I apologize for the inconvenience caused by your journey......"

After listening to the radio, Luo Ziru and the others couldn't hide their disappointed looks, they had hoped that boarding the plane early would save them from the embarrassing situation of looking at each other speechlessly, but now it seems that they will have to endure it for a while.

Zheng Yichen pricked up his ears when he heard this, frowned and said, "Flow control? These people are really, wouldn't they buy a more expensive mobile phone data plan? And it's only the beginning of the month, isn't it generally the end of the month to worry about the lack of traffic and control the traffic? ”

The people present couldn't help laughing, but Nie Lao looked at Zheng Yichen with idiotic eyes: "You are so embarrassed to me, can plane traffic control be confused with mobile phone traffic control?" ”

Luo Ziru couldn't help laughing, patted Zheng Yichen on the shoulder and said, "Doctor Zheng should rarely take planes, right?" ”

Zheng Yichen raised two fingers and said calmly: "I have sat twice." ”

"Haven't encountered flow control, delays?"

Zheng Yichen shook his head: "Never." ”

"Then it's no wonder." Luo Ziru raised his eyebrows and began to explain to Zheng Yichen: "The plane flying in the sky is the same as the car flying on the road, and it must also abide by certain rules and fly according to a certain route......

Zhu Feng took over his words: "There must be an altitude and distance difference between the planes to ensure flight safety. Traffic jams are common on highways, and similar situations can occur on airways. ”

Liu Xitao also acted as a mentor for literacy: "When the flight flow is too large in the same time frame, the route will be too congested, in this case, in order to ensure that a certain safety index between the aircraft is achieved, it is necessary to implement flow control......

Everyone, you say a word, I say a word, explain to Zheng Yichen the reason and significance of the plane's flow control, and the conversation box opens suddenly.

The atmosphere in the stadium finally began to warm up.

At 12:20 a.m., the group was carrying their luggage and lining up to go through the security check to board the plane.

Zheng Yichen was carrying Nie Lao's travel bag, tired and sweaty, panting.

Nie Lao stood in front of him, looking back at the moon from time to time, with a relaxed expression: "Boy, be careful, don't let my bag fall down again, it doesn't matter if it hits your feet, it's bad to smash my dumbbells." ”

"! I am flesh and blood, and I am not the incorruptible body of King Kong, and your dumbbell will not be broken at all when it hits my feet! ”

Nie Lao stretched his brows, patted his heart, and felt relieved: "Oh, yes? Then I'm relieved. ”

"It's obviously a provocation, it's definitely a provocation, I have to hold back, this world is so beautiful, but I'm so irritable, I shouldn't be ......"

Zheng Yichen's face was resentful, his eyes were full of murderous intent, if he hadn't thought about respecting the old and respecting the virtuous, he would have put his travel bag at that provocative face, drew a domineering arc, and brewed a bloody case at the airport.

After Nie Lao passed through the security check, it was Zheng Yichen's turn, he first put his suitcase in front of the security personnel and asked him to check carefully to see if there was any contraband.

Zheng Yichen looked at the black travel bag in his hand, and then at the security personnel, and suddenly an idea popped up, and a wicked smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his voice, pointed to the travel bag in his hand, and said, "I want to confess to you, I carried a weapon of small scale destruction, and it was in this bag, but I voluntarily confiscated and accepted the seizure. ”

A joke, immediately poked a hornet's nest!