In medicine, there is no such thing as a trivial matter, even if it is just a sneeze or a runny nose, it must be treated as a major event - you know, thousands of years ago, these were enough diseases to kill people.

With Smith's arrangement, Yan Murong's laboratory was quickly set up, in addition to him, there were Liu Huachun and three old Chinese medicine doctors who came from Huaxia later, in addition, Smith also transferred two people from the antibiotic research and development team, combining Chinese and Western, hoping for a miracle.

"Let's give medicine to the patient first." Yan Murong took off the white coat on his body, took off his mask, looked at the two nurses who came to help him, and said. In order to take care of Yan Murong's inability to speak English, these two nurses were hired by Smith, both of whom spoke Huaxia, although they were not fluent, but at least there was no barrier to communication.

"Okay, Dr. Yan." The nurse with curly brown hair replied coquettishly, and winked at Yan Murong as she picked up the tray and left.

"Hehe, young man, it's just full of energy." An old Chinese medicine doctor said with a smile.

"It's because they're so enthusiastic." Yan Murong smiled disappreciatively. I thought, in the end, it's still a foreign girl who is open, and the first time we meet, I squeeze my eyebrows at you and leave a phone call, which really makes him, a traditional man, a little unbearable.

Tired, Yan Murong had never felt so tired, his body had just recovered, and he had worked at high intensity for several days in a row, and he had little rest time, which made him feel like his body was falling apart.

"Xiaoyan, why don't you go and rest?" Liu Huachun walked over and looked at Yan Murong with a worried expression. "You haven't rested much in the past few days, and your body will not be able to bear it."

"It's fine." Yan Murong shook his head and said with a smile. "The people in this room, except for those two nurses, are the youngest of me - I'm going to rest before you have rested, and you can't let people scold you to death?"

"How can you compare to us?" Liu Huachun smiled bitterly. "We have enough time to rest every day, but you, you can't even sleep for three hours a day - medical research is not like this, some new drug research can be considered fast if it can be successful in a few months, a few years a year, if those people don't rest, they will die of exhaustion."

"I'm fine—"

"You're in trouble." Liu Huachun interrupted him and persuaded. "Go, go rest and rest, with us, it will be fine."

"Yes, Xiaoyan, you go and rest." Several old Chinese medicine doctors also echoed and said. In the past few days, they have seen everything Yan Murong has done. This young man made them, the old guys who have studied Chinese medicine all their lives, feel ashamed.

"Okay, then I'll go rest and rest." Yan Murong smiled, took out his mobile phone, looked at the time, and said. "It's five o'clock, and I'll come for you at nine."

"Alright, go ahead, it's okay to sleep until tomorrow morning." Liu Huachun said with a smile. "We old guys are getting older, and we feel less, and when we are tired, we can find a place to take a nap and be refreshed again."

"Then I'm leaving." Yan Murong smiled at him gratefully, grabbed his clothes, turned around and walked out of the laboratory.

The lab that Smith arranged was in the Washington State Hospital, and they were given a place to live not far away, just a block away from the hospital, just a five-minute walk away.

Back at the hotel, Yan Murong immediately stripped himself naked, put a pool of hot water in the bathtub, and lay down comfortably.

"Whew." Soaked in hot water, Yan Murong suddenly snorted comfortably, wiped the water on his face, and lay quietly in the bathtub, looking at the ceiling, but his thoughts returned to when he first went up the mountain, remembering the conversation when he first met the old man, and now it is funny to think about it.

"Old man, are you my master? What can I learn from you? ”

"Learn how to live for a long time."

"What? Do you want me to learn from Wang Ba? No, no, I don't want to study, I want to go home, send me home quickly, or I'll sue you for kidnapping underage children. ”

"Go home and die, stay here and live, you choose one."

"Is it okay to be half-dead?"

So, Yan Murong would go home to celebrate the New Year with his family every year before he was eighteen years old, and from the time he was eighteen years old until he returned to Yanjing, he and the old man didn't know how many mountains he had climbed, walked tens of thousands of miles, and he didn't know how many people he had saved and how much suffering he had suffered. It's all like it happened yesterday.

"Thank you, old man." The corners of Yan Murong's mouth outlined a smile and said softly.

For more than ten years, he never said these three words to the old man, not because he didn't say it, but he couldn't say it in front of the old man. He never took the sensational route. What's more, if he said thank you to the old man with tears in his eyes and affection, the old man would definitely slap him, and then he would be abused to death.

Suddenly, Yan Murong's brows furrowed, he listened with his ears sideways, the corners of his mouth curled, turned on the faucet, and when the sound of rushing water came out, he climbed out of the bathtub, grabbed the bath towel and wrapped it around his body, and slowly approached the bathroom door.

"Bang!"

At this moment, a loud noise came, and the door of the bathroom was kicked open from the outside, Yan Murong quickly turned sideways, avoiding the tragedy of being directly smashed on the face by the door panel, and at the same time, grabbed a towel and dipped it in the water, and pumped it towards the door.

"Smack!"

The water-soaked towel made a crisp sound, and then a blonde foreign man was struck on the bridge of his nose and fell to the ground, clutching his nose and exhaling in pain.

Yan Murong kept moving, and when he hit the blow, he arched his body and jumped out of the door, and as soon as he went out, the sole of a shoe kicked towards him in front of the door.

Yan Murong's internal strength is exhausted, but it doesn't mean that his skills will also weaken. Those masters in martial arts novels are equal to waste people if they have no internal strength, they are all deceptive, internal strength is just an auxiliary, as a martial artist, how can his own skills be poor?

As soon as his head was tilted, the kick grazed his ear and kicked it, and his cheeks were hurt from the wind.

At this time, Yan Murong didn't have time to care if his face hurt or not, the towel was thrown out again, and before the person's legs landed, one end of the towel was wrapped around his ankle, and then pulled back, and it was directly pulled into a one-line horse posture.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Yan Murong was willing to let him go, raised a kick and kicked on the crotch of the man's pants, and just about to move again, he not only smiled bitterly, threw away the towel in his hand, and raised his hands.

"Isn't it? You won't let me go in a shower? Yan Murong smiled wryly, looked at the two men in front of him who were pointing guns at him and said. Why don't you kill me when I'm done? I haven't made soap yet. ”