Washington is not a touristy city, and even if you do, you can only see some political and monumental sights. The medical exchange meeting will officially start tomorrow, and Yan Murong and his party are arranged to play today. Originally, some people wanted to go to Las Vegas to see the style of the casino, but they had no choice but to fly for several hours, so they had no choice but to give up and follow a young blonde beauty sent by the organizer to start touring the streets of Washington. Yan Murong felt that if a little red riding hood was given to each of them, it would be the shape of a tour group.

Yan Murong didn't have much interest in these political memorial buildings or anything, so he simply didn't get out of the car, let alone the old man, he dedicated his life to traditional Chinese medicine, and he didn't care about politics at all. As a result, there were only two people left in the car, Yan Murong and the old man.

"Old man, what would it be like if one day these foreigners thought of Chinese medicine as soon as they got sick?" Yan Murong looked at the people on the street with a wistful expression and asked the old man.

"I don't know." The old man said bluntly, there was no nonsense, not that he didn't want to, but he knew that even if such a scene would happen, it would take many years to see it, so he didn't want to go to Lang's brain cells to guess. If you can live to that time, you will be able to see it.

"It's not fun at all." Yan Murong pursed his lips and complained, then turned his eyes out the window and watched the performance of a street painting artist on the side of the road.

The master is in the folk, Yan Murong looked at the lifelike naked-eye 3D painting, and couldn't help but admire in his heart. Most of the people who are often blown up on TV are just in name, and the real masters are hidden among the people.

Yan Murong was fascinated, and Mao Yong ran into the bus in a hurry.

"Regiment-regimental commander, it's not good." Running all the way, he was also tired enough, and he held on to the seat and gasped for breath for a long time before he said urgently. "Sally fainted."

"Fainted?" Yan Murong was stunned. Sally is the woman sent by the organizers to take them out to play, in her twenties, tall, and very beautiful and sexy. Everyone will always appreciate beautiful things uncontrollably, Yan Murong also looked at her several times when she saw her in the hotel, and also said a few words to her under Mao Yong's translation. From the side, how could a woman who is quite healthy suddenly faint?

Yan Murong didn't have time to think about these problems, so he asked the old man to stay in the car and not run around, so he ran out of the car with him.

Their first stop of the day was the Washington Monument, which was quite a few tourists, and you could see a lot of Asian faces from time to time. At this time, under the monument, there were people slowly circling around, and a few guards were also holding the walkie-talkie and talking anxiously, looking like they should be calling an ambulance.

"Let one go, let the same." Mao Yong shouted in English as he brought Yan Murong in.

When the two of them squeezed in, one of the old Chinese medicine doctors in the medical team had already begun to take Sally's pulse, and the others stood aside with worried expressions.

There are many Western doctors in the medical team, although they are all experts and professors, but now they have no equipment, and they have no use, so they can only be used by Chinese medicine.

"Elder Wu, how is it?" Yan Murong looked at Wu Xuegong, who was taking Sally's pulse, and asked.

"This girl has a congenital hereditary heart disease." Wu Xuegong let go of her wrist and said with a sigh. "I can only wait for the ambulance to come."

"I'll do it." Yan Murong said.

"You?" Wu Xuegong glanced at Yan Murong in surprise, he knew Yan Murong's ability, but in the current situation, he had neither a medicine box nor a silver needle, what could he do?

"Massaging some acupressure points can also relieve the symptoms, enough to wait for the ambulance to arrive." Yan Murong saw Wu Xuegong's thoughts, explained, squatted down, gently helped Sally who was pale and had blue lips, and kept pressing her palm on the acupuncture points behind her.

A minute—three minutes—five minutes later, Sally's face was gradually rosy, her lips were not as dark as before, and her eyes gradually opened. Just then, the sirens of the ambulances were also heard.

"The ambulance is coming, you better go to the hospital for another check-up." Regardless of whether she understood it or not, Yan Murong handed her over to the doctor who rushed over with the unit price.

"Thank you." Sally struggled to raise her head from the stretcher and thanked Yan Murong in stiff Huaxia language.

There was a false alarm, the onlookers also dispersed, the tour guide was gone, and they didn't have the heart to play anymore, so they simply prepared to return to the car and go back to the hotel to rest.

"Xiaoyan, haha, you don't mind if I call you that, right?" Wu Xuegong pulled Yan Murong to sit next to him, and said with a smile. "Although you are the head of the regiment, the age is here, so I will call you that."

"It should." Yan Murong nodded modestly. "Elder Wu, do you have something?"

"It's fine." Wu Xuegong touched his hair, which had turned all white, and said. "I just want to talk to you - you just used your internal strength, right?"

"You see that?"

"Can't you see this?" Wu Xuegong said with a smile. "It's no secret that you can use your luck needle. Besides, I can also massage, but without the help of internal qi, I definitely don't dare to mess around. However, your hand is amazing, but it's a pity that I'm old, and the soil is almost buried in my neck, otherwise, I really want to learn this hand from you. ”

"It's just a fluke." Yan Murong said with a smile, secretly glanced at the old man sitting behind, and then whispered. "Actually, I was forced out by the old man, or rather, I was in order to survive - I was seriously ill at that time, and if I didn't practice, I guess you would have to wait until the Qingming Festival if you wanted to see me."

"What a tribulation for a heroic boy." Wu Xuegong said with a sigh.

Heroic boy? Yan Murong thought to herself, is this old man's evaluation of himself too high? The boy is real, but the hero - well, only half a hero.

was about to speak, but Mao Yong ran over, his face was extremely ugly, and he was still holding his mobile phone in his hand, it seemed that he had just finished talking on the phone.

"What's wrong again?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"This-" Mao Yong glanced at Wuxuegong and then at the others, hesitating for a while.

"If you have something to say, just say it." Yan Murong said urgically.

Mao Yong bit his lip, and then whispered a few words in Yan Murong's ear.

Suddenly, Yan Murong's face changed greatly!

PS: It's late, sorry!