Yan Murong just touched his numb tendons and asked him to feel it, but what he didn't expect was that this guy actually screamed so loudly that everyone's eyes were attracted.

"I'm sorry, Captain Yan, I suddenly remembered that there is still something to do, and we will have time again." Qiao Sen said, after speaking, without waiting for Yan Murong to reply, he hurriedly walked out.

Yan Murong looked inexplicable, didn't he just touch the numb tendons, could this guy be in a hurry to see a doctor?

Shaking his head, he didn't think about what Jossen was going to do, and began to deal with the food on the plate intently. Not to mention, the organizers arranged good food and accommodation, for fear that they would not be used to eating those half-cooked, or simply raw Western food, so they specially arranged Cantonese food for dinner.

After leaving the hotel, Jossen went straight to the parking lot, got into the car and hurried to the house of his old friend, Smith, who was also the head of the medical department.

"Qiao Sen, aren't you receiving the medical team from Huaxia?"

Smith opened the door and saw Josson's face slightly surprised. He was a tall black man, and he was a very dark-skinned man, and if he wore a white dress to go out at night, and then walked to a place where there were no street lights, he was guaranteed to scare many people to death.

"Smith, I have something to tell you." Jossen was in a hurry, and directly pushed Smith and walked in, Smith shrugged his shoulders, closed the door, and led him to his study.

"Jossen, what's going on?" Smith asked curiously, handing him a can of beer.

"Smith, do you know Chinese medicine?" Jossen asked rhetorically.

"Chinese medicine? Are you talking about the ancient and miraculous medical skills of China? Smith said. I know Chinese medicine, it's amazing, when I went to Huaxia, I went to see their Chinese medicine acupuncture, with so many small needles on people's bodies, on the head, it made me feel cold. It's strange that the person who gets pricked by the needle doesn't feel the slightest pain - oh, yes, what do you want to say? ”

"There is a Chinese medicine doctor in the medical team in Huaxia." It wasn't until Smith finished gushing that Jossen spoke. "Very powerful Chinese medicine practitioner, and still very young."

"Hey, old man, what the hell are you trying to say?"

"I want to say — oh no, it's him who said, he said that Chinese medicine can cure cancer." Jossen said with a frown. "In the afternoon, he helped others see a doctor in the 13th Street Park, there is a video on the Internet, I watched it, the technique is very unique, and the speed is very fast, and those who have been treated by him seem to have recovered."

Hearing Qiao Sen's words, Smith couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, his thick lips open, revealing two rows of large white teeth. "Haha, Jossen, what are you worried about? TCM Treatment for Cancer? How is this possible? -- I admit that Chinese medicine is very special and amazing, and even if we study it to meet God, I am afraid that we will not understand this ancient Chinese medical technique. But it's not enough to cure cancer, is it? ”

"I'm just a little worried." Qiao Sen's brows furrowed slightly. "That young Chinese medicine practitioner is the head of the Huaxia medical team, and it seems that he is only in his twenties—he can be the head of the medical team at such a young age, doesn't that mean anything? My concern is that if TCM is really what he says, our market in China will probably be greatly affected - if you look at that video, there are already people in our country who have started to believe in TCM. ”

"Your worries are completely unnecessary." Smith said with a smile. "Chinese medicine in China, how do you say it? By the way, in their words, it's chicken ribs - it's a pity to discard it if it tastes tasteless. Now that you are in charge of the Asian market, and if you have time to visit China more often, you will know that Chinese medicine is far less powerful than he says. ”

"I hope so." Jossen nodded, stood up, and said. "Then I'll go back first."

"Okay, old man, you don't have to worry about it." Smith sent him out of the house and didn't wave into the house until he watched him get into the car.

Qiao Sen started the car and drove slowly onto the street, but his head was still pondering what Yan Murong said. Although Smith's words reassured him a lot, he always had a bad instinct and couldn't say it for a while.

Do you want to find an excuse for the Huaxia medical team to return to China as soon as possible? Jossen thought to himself.

remembered that his compatriots kept praising Chinese medicine in the video, and said that he would go to Chinese medicine when he was sick in the future, which made him very unhappy.

He wasn't in the mood to go back to the hotel, there would be someone there to arrange everything anyway, and while driving, he thought about things, and soon returned to the neighborhood where his house was.

Parking the car in the garage, as soon as he came out, he saw a man standing in front of him, not very tall, with a peaked cap on his head, the brim of which was pressed so low that it completely covered his cheeks.

Robbery? The thought crossed Johnson's head.

In the United States, this kind of thing does happen often, but he lives in a high-end community, and there are guards patrolling 24 hours a day, how can anyone come here to rob?

Whether it was a robbery or not, this kind of scenario made Qiao Sen unable to think of other possibilities, and at the first time, he thought of a countermeasure.

"Don't hurt me." Qiao Sen gave up the idea of finding the phone to call the police, the man in front of him had his hands in his pockets all the time, if he took out his mobile phone from his pocket to call the police, maybe he would take out a gun.

"I have money for you, the salary that was just paid today." Qiao Sen said as he slowly reached into his suit pocket and gestured that he was holding his wallet. "I know you're going to rob when you have no way out, don't worry, I understand you, and I'm not going to call the police - actually, I hate the damn government too, my salary has been delayed for months, and it's only been paid today."

"Mr. Johnson, you seem to have misunderstood." The man looked up, looked at Jossen and said.

It was a man, not tall, but a white-skinned European.

"Introduce yourself, you can call me Miller." Miller said.

Not a robbery? Qiao Sen was stunned for a moment, and while putting his heart back into his stomach, he also had a trace of doubt, and asked. "Mr. Miller, what are you looking for me?"

"Of course." Miller nodded. "I think Mr. Qiao Sen must really want the medical team from Huaxia to return to China as soon as possible, right?"

"How do you know?" Jossen was startled and wondered, could it be someone Smith had found?

As soon as this idea came to the fore, he directly rejected it. No way, I only got into the car from Smith's house, and Smith wouldn't have known about it.

"Looks like I'm right." Miller laughed. "What? Isn't Mr. Johnson going to invite me in and for a seat? That's not the kind of hospitality you Americans. ”

"You—" Qiao Sen hesitated slightly, but nodded, made a gesture, and said. "Please come in!"