"To meet someone, who?" Zhang Lang was stunned.

"It's someone you know." Mu Xinran said.

"Huh? Who are the familiar people? Zhang Lang doesn't remember any other relatives in the United States.

Who the hell is it?

Do you want to talk about your long-lost relatives?

It's impossible, he was raised by a master, and before entering/entering Sanshen Mountain, he was simply an orphan.

If you talk about relatives, there is only one in this world, and that is your own master.

Other than that, there is no more.

In other words, what you want to see cannot be your own relatives.

If it's not your own relatives, it's an acquaintance?

No, I don't seem to have any acquaintances in the United States.

If it weren't an acquaintance, what would it be?

Could it be that he is a well-known person in the medical community in the United States?

Maybe that's the case......

Of course, this is just Zhang Lang's speculation, and what it looks like depends on the afternoon.

"Sidranny, Miss President will ask me out in the afternoon, and you and Miss Michelle will go for a routine check-up, and I'll review it when we come back." Zhang Lang stood up and said.

"Oh, okay, come back early." Sidrani nodded.

In Sidrani's impression, Miss President was a good person.

After having lunch with Sidrani, Zhang Lang went to the place where he had made an appointment with Mu Xinran.

It is worth mentioning that Zhang Lang's current life in the United States is completely with Sidrani and Michelle.

As for Yao Haibo and Yao Jingjing, they are now busy with work in the United States.

Among them, Yao Haibo can be said to be busy and happy.

Thanks to Zhang Lang winning the championship of the medical conference, the current director of the hospital, who implements Huaguogu acupuncture, is now busy socializing all over the country.

Of course, these entertainments are not dinners and other entertainments, but technical exchanges of ancient Chinese acupuncture.

As a traditional Chinese person, it is naturally very happy to be able to spread the medical technology of his own country, so although Yao Haibo is running around early and dark in the United States every day, he is very happy mentally.

However, this made Yao Jingjing, as a secretary, a little harder.

But even Yao Jingjing gladly accepted the matter of winning glory for the country, so there is no such thing as hard work.

In the gazebo, the spring sun is exceptionally bright.

Boys and girls gather here.

"Zhang Lang, you're late." Mu Xinran saw Zhang Lang and said.

"Please, Miss President, you're here too early." Zhang Lang looked at his phone, it was only 1:50 now, and the time that the two of them had made an appointment was 2:20 in the afternoon.

In other words, Zhang Lang came twenty minutes early, but he didn't come as early as Mu Xinran.

"Didn't I say that? Please call me Mu Xinran, don't call me Miss President. Mu Xinran hugged his shoulders, looked at Zhang Lang and said.

"Yes, Miss President." Zhang Lang nodded in agreement.

"......" Mu Xinran has nothing to say, this is called agreeing to speak by himself?

"Ah, I'm sorry, Miss President, no, Miss Mu Xinran, I called Miss President too much, and it is more difficult to change my words." Zhang Lang didn't mean to "find fault", it was completely Mu Xinran's fault.

If Mu Xinran hadn't buried his identity for so long, he wouldn't have staggered Mu Xinran's name again and again.

"Okay, just call me Mu Xinran, you don't need to add the word Miss, it's like you're on the Minnesota." Mu Xinran nodded, a slight smile on his face.

At least, now she knew that Zhang Lang didn't mean to play tricks on herself.

If someone played a trick on him, it would make Mu Xinran feel a little angry.

I am the famous medical president of the United States!

Of course, this is also because Zhang Lang has been ridiculing Sidrani recently, so he has no interest in teasing others for the time being.

If you are the usual Zhang Lang, maybe you will take advantage of the situation to ridicule the last few games.

Zhang Lang didn't know that it was precisely because of the "satisfaction" he got from Sidrani that he was saved from some kind of bad luck.

In this way, Mu Xinran took Zhang Lang on his Buick off-road.

It's a black car.

In the United States, high-end cars like this are everywhere.

After all, it is the most developed country in the world.

The cars here are equivalent to the bicycles of Huaguo.

Almost every family will own two, three or more cars.

Cars in the United States are quite cheap.

The two left the small town of Rotterdam and drove on an open road.

On both sides of it turned out to be a small orange desert.

After all, it is a desert near the sea, and the wind here is relatively small, and the sand dunes are relatively small.

"Mu Xinran, you drive very steadily." Zhang Lang sighed with some emotion.

"yes, after all, I grew up here, and in Massachusetts, where I live, I can get a driver's license at the age of sixteen." Mu Xinran didn't care.

"Uh, that's right." Zhang Lang looked at the yellow sand outside the window and sighed with emotion.

In his country, you must be over 18 years old to get a driver's license.

And some people will not get a driver's license until they are twenty-eight or thirty-eight years old and have the ability to buy a car.

But these things can be seen everywhere in the United States.

Is this a difference in regional culture?

Or rather, the difference in the level of economic development.

I really want Huaguo to have the economic strength of the United States, and at that time, the children or students of the United States will also be able to enjoy the benefits that only the children or students of the United States can enjoy.

At least, at this moment, that's what Zhang Lang thinks.

Because of its vast land and sparsely populated country, this is, of course, relative to China.

There are actually a lot of people in the United States.

In some places, because the economy is developed and the scale of the region is small, it will also cause the phenomenon of every inch of land being expensive, and this situation will occur everywhere in the world.

At half past two, the two of them arrived at their destination, a villa of considerable size.

Of course, it's not that this destination is close to the small town called Rotterdam where two people are departing.

It's because when he was on the road, Mu Xinran directly soared the speed of the car to more than 200 kilometers.

Zhang Lang didn't know if this was a violation of the laws of the United States.

At least on the roads of Huaguo, of course, it is just an ordinary road, which soars to more than 200 kilometers casually, but it is necessary to introspect in the introspection.

Get out of the car and the door of the villa opens.

It's as if the owner of the villa has been waiting for a long time.

After opening the door, there was an old man with gray hair, and at this moment, the old man smiled kindly.

"Uncle Mi?" Zhang Lang was stunned.

The old man Mi that he met again and again in the Holy Township was actually here!

God, what the hell is going on?

"Hey, we're meeting again, it's windy and sandy outside, come in." After seeing Zhang Lang, Old Man Mi said excitedly.

"Uh, that's ......"

In this way, people who have been separated by a year meet again.

After Zhang Lang communicated with Old Man Mi, he knew what had happened in the past six months.

After dealing with the affairs of Sanshengxiang by himself, Old Man Mi was directly picked up by his relatives in Mi Country.

Zhang Lang also knew about this matter, but he didn't expect that the person who picked up Old Man Mi would be Mu Xinran.

Now Zhang Lang has figured out what the multiple identities of the girl who calmly poured tea for him and Old Man Mi are.

Mu Xinran, the niece of Old Man Mi and the president of the Medical Research Association, Zhang Lang saved the girl on the Minnesota.

And now, Zhang Lang also understands why Mu Xinran respects Old Man Mi, respects Old Man Mi, and supports Old Man Mi.

The reason why I respect Old Man Mi is because when I was a child, the Mi family in San Francisco was targeted by the enemy, and only the Mi family in Sanshengxiang, that is, Old Man Mi's family, took her in.

Zhang Lang was able to guess why Mu Xinran was hunted down in the first place.

After all, she has one of the few magical exercises in the world - the Eight Desolations and Liuhe Solipsistic Exercises.

How can such an exercise not arouse the desire of others to snatch it?

And now Zhang Lang also knows why he met Mu Xinran on the Huaguo Minnesota in the first place.

Gai because Mu Xinran had already told himself about some of the special aspects of the Eight Desolations and Six Combinations.

I have to say that the Eight Desolations and Liuhe Solitary Exercises are really a magical exercise, and it didn't take long for those who practiced the exercises to automatically disappear the true qi of the Eight Desolations and Six Togethers Solitary Exercises in their bodies.

After disappearing an event, it slowly begins to recover again.

And during the recovery period, it is a day to recover the true qi of a year.

can only say that there are no strange martial arts in the world.

When the old people saw each other, they were full of emotion.

After communicating with Old Man Mi, Zhang Lang knew that seeing his benefactor again was what Old Man Mi wanted to do the most.

It is precisely because I want to do it the most, so I put it to the end.

In the afternoon of the same day, Zhang Lang accompanied Old Man Mi to drink tea and taste the tea brewed by Old Man Mi in his own unique method in the United States.

Of course, there is only one person who makes tea, and that is Mu Xinran.

I have to say, don't look at Mu Xinrangui as the director of the United States Medical Association, but his tea-making skills are not bad at all.

Mu Xinran brewed kung fu tea, and after Zhang Lang drank it, he found that it had the taste of his own master.

"Zhang Lang, how is it, my niece's tea is good, right?" Old man Mickey laughed.

"Uh-huh, what a master." Zhang Lang was a little emotional, he didn't expect that he could drink tea with this taste in a foreign country.

"Hehe, Zhang Lang, look at my niece, she is beautiful, capable, and she is also the president of the United States Medical Association, and she is still single, otherwise, how about you soak her?" Old Man Mi said bewildermently.

"Puff - cough cough cough ......"

Zhang Lang was directly choked by Old Man Mi's words.

Oh my God, there is still such an uncle in the world.

However, looking at Mu Xinran on the side, he seemed to be very calm.

"How's it going, Xinran? What do I mean? "Old Man Mickey is proud of his proposal.

"Uncle, it's not that you don't know, I won't marry a Chinese, this is my vow at the beginning." Mu Xinran said without changing his face.

"Huh?" Hearing Mu Xinran's words, Zhang Lang instinctively felt that something had happened to Mu Xinran?

"Hehehe......" Old Man Mi smiled awkwardly.

In the evening, Zhang Lang ate the authentic Chinese pork ribs rice made by Old Man Mi, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

That night, Zhang Lang and Mu Xinran left.

On the way, Zhang Lang asked, "Why don't you marry a Chinese?" ”