The International Congress of Medical Deliberations is over.

It's finally over.

It can be said that this international medical conference is on the cusp of both before and after it is held.

The reason why this international medical conference was on the cusp before it was held is because this is the first time in the history of the United States that an international medical conference has been held.

That's right, although the United States is currently recognized as the number one power in the world, it has never held an international medical conference.

It's also a very strange thing.

Of course, the holding of the International Medical Symposium is not a matter of one person's strength, but of the medical profession in the country.

In other words, it is up to the medical societies of every country to compete for this place.

This year's rice country can be said to have done this unprecedentedly.

On the other hand, it was the International Medical Symposium in San Francisco that created the largest number of withdrawals.

It is not for nothing that retires every year, and every three or five years, there will always be people who violate the rules on the field.

If these people appear, of course, they will be withdrawn.

However, these people are more than one or two, not eight this year.

No, it would be one more accurately.

This year, eight out of ten participants from the participating countries have withdrawn.

In addition, there is another thing that is very shocking.

That is, the two champions of the International Congress of Medical Discussion have all disappeared.

Whether it is Zhang Lang or Sidrani, they are all gone.

After the International Medical Symposium, I don't know how to proceed at the regular press conference.

Many media, reporters, and news writers all blocked the door, hoping to get an explanation from the organizer of the conference, or that someone wanted to block Zhang Lang or Sidrani through this method of "blocking people".

However, it is a pity.

Zhang Lang and Sidrani never appeared.

No one knows exactly where these two men went.

And just like that, more than a month passed.

The turmoil at the International Medical Symposium has calmed down a bit.

Zhang Lang and Sidrani still did not appear.

A lot of media outlets and journalists have even given up.

Even, many international forces who want to investigate Zhang Lang of Huaguo have not found the slightest clue.

These people surrounded and intercepted many planes and ports connecting the United States to China.

But unfortunately, there is no trace of Zhang Lang's visit here.

Where did Zhang Lang go?

The champion of the International Congress of Medical Exploration has inexplicably disappeared.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was already March when the grass grew and the warbler flew.

In a small town in California, on a tender green lawn, there were two people.

"Sidrani, this is the dragon's beard grass, which is a commonly used medicinal material in Chinese medicine, you can take a look, this medicinal material has the effect of clearing fire and dispelling heat, it is a good medicine, but if you measure too much, it will become a poison, and the amount of one person to take is best not to exceed one penny." In the breeze, the man in the sky blue hat said.

"Oh, I see, Zhang Lang, how much is a penny?" Looking at the grass in front of her, which was just the size of a child's ten fingers, the girl didn't understand.

Two people who were originally on the cusp of the storm are here, in a small town in California.

That's right, these two people are Zhang Lang and Sidrani.

These are two people who have disappeared for more than a month.

"It's been more than three months, and time flies so fast." Zhang Lang sighed slightly.

The wind blew, and a tender green leaf fluttered in mid-air, as if announcing its existence to the sky.

"Yikes." Sidrani clutched his round white sunhat for fear that the wind would blow it away.

"Speaking of which, Sidrani is much more normal now, unlike when I kept calling my master at the beginning, and sleeping with me in a bed, haha, I really can't stand it." Zhang Lang sat on the lawn, looked at the blue sky, and smiled.

Sidrani's face was blushing and he looked down at Zhang Lang: "This matter ...... Please forget ......"

It's so embarrassing, Sidrani didn't expect that he would do such a thing after being treated by Zhang Lang's Jishi Eight Injections, it's really a shame.

What kind of medicine did I take wrong at that time?

"Speaking of which, Sidrani, your condition is almost cured, can you still go back to China with me?" Zhang Lang half-propped up his body, looked at the girl not far away, and asked.

"Go, of course you have to go, you know, the rewards of the champion are all swallowed by you, I will at least go to your country to see half of the prizes that should belong to me!" Sidrani said "indignantly".

"Haha, welcome to come, anyway, I didn't embezzle your prize at all, although it was not expressed in the contract, but half of the Yanjing City West Central Hospital, which was injected by the International Medical Exploration Conference, belongs to you." Zhang Lang smiled and continued to lie down, it was great that Sidrani was able to come to Huaguo.

Sidrani looked at Zhang Lang, her face flushed slightly, she didn't say the real reason why she went to Huaguo.

Being attracted by Huaguo's medical skills is only one aspect, and wanting to taste Zhang Lang's ancient martial arts tea art is another.

A place, a person, a memory, a stream.

……

What happened in the past month and a half?

In short, Zhang Lang has been very busy this month.

That's right, it's very busy.

Not only was he busy treating Sidrani during the day after being treated with his incomplete Jishi Eight Injections, but he was also forced by the president of the United States Medical Association to read all kinds of medical books in the United States Medical Association at night.

There are not only internal medicine, but also surgery, and the real is psychiatry, ancient civilization......

In short, all kinds of books that I have never seen have made Zhang Lang physically and mentally exhausted.

There are various reasons for this.

"First of all" is that Zhang Lang's English is not up to par, although there is no problem when communicating with people in spoken language, but in terms of real words, Zhang Lang has a lot of things that he can't do.

What's more, it is a medical book of a profession such as Western medicine, which makes Zhang Lang even more confused.

Fortunately, I have a professional little translator Sidrani.

During the day, he was busy treating Sidrani, recording various data, testing various reactions, and then at night, the high-spirited Sidrani explained all kinds of grammar knowledge to the mentally Sidrani, and by the way, translated books for Zhang Lang.

The reason why Sidrani is full of energy is that during the daytime treatment, Sidrani sleeps except when he eats, and Zhang Lang can't get any rest.

So there are two kinds of changed mental states.

Fortunately, it was not a vain treatment, and at least he received a lot of help from Sidrani.

Of course, on the other hand, Zhang Lang is also very grateful to the president of the medical association in the United States.

Although her "troublemaking" made her routine a problem, Zhang Lang not only did not resent her, but was very grateful.

If it weren't for the president to use her supreme power, Zhang Lang would not have obtained many medical books that were secret in the United States.

In the past month and a half, many of the books Zhang Lang has dabbled in are medical books that are banned from circulation internationally.

Miss Zhang gave herself such a precious treasure of knowledge, how could Zhang Lang not be grateful?

By the way, in the past month and a half, Zhang Lang has not seen Miss President again.

He didn't know what the president was thinking.

Why did you give yourself such a big advantage for no reason?

It is really said that there is no free lunch in the world, but now Zhang Lang has been eating free lunch for a month and a half, how can he not worry?

……

Today is a rare day off.

Sidrani's condition has basically stabilized, and Zhang Lang's important books in the management of the United States Medical Association have basically been read.

So today, Zhang Lang took Sidrani, who had been at home for a long time, out to go out.

The spring air is so beautiful and the scenery is charming, how could Zhang Lang miss it?

Lying on the turquoise lawn gives people the feeling of sublimation of the soul.

It's a free-spirited state of life that most people envy.

There is no noisy noise of the world, and there are no unclean colleagues or elders or gossip in society, this is the peach blossom source of the United States.

……

The breeze blew, and Zhang Lang's bell rang.

Tick Bell Ring——

This is a very normal ringtone.

Zhang Lang's original fierce/explosive ringtone was opposed by Sidrani and Michelle, so Zhang Lang changed it to a crisp and repaired ringtone.

Speaking of which, this ringtone seems to be a song by a musician from Eastern Europe, called "Serenade".

It is a crisp and cheerful piano song.

When Zhang Lang saw the phone, it turned out to be the long-lost Miss President.

"Miss President, hello......" Zhang Lang has a great impression of this person who has not yet introduced himself.

The master once taught himself.

No matter who in this world is kind to you, then you have to be grateful.

No matter what kind of mentality the other party holds to be good to you, you must have a grateful heart.

"Zhang Lang." The other party's answer was concise and powerful, and she was a crisp girl.

Hey?

The other party directly called himself Zhang Lang, and when he talked to himself this time, the other party did not use an electronic synthesized voice changer!

What the hell is going on?

"In the future, please call me Mu Xinran." On the other end of the phone, Mu Xinran took a deep breath and said, "Zhang Lang, please give me more advice in the future." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Lang's head was a little stunned, "Wait, your name is Mu Xinran...... Ah, no, no, you are Mu Xinran! Anyway, why are you hiding it from me? ”

"Yes, I'm sorry, I've been hiding it from you for so long......" Mu Xinran didn't want to explain why he was hiding it from Zhang Lang.

Because the reason is very shy.

It's like the feeling of an undressed woman going to see her fiancé.

Mu Xinran, who is so strong, will definitely not let Zhang Lang know that he is in such a mood, so he didn't tell Zhang Lang.

"In the afternoon, come with me to meet someone."