Washington is the capital of the United States and one of the most important political and economic cities in the United States.

Autumn in Washington is not too cold, much better than Yanjing, the temperature is still around 20 degrees.

Yan Murong took off his coat, and inside was a simple white T-shirt, and the old man, still wearing his cyan robe, walked on the street, which attracted the attention of many people, and even some young beauties dressed in hot clothes would come up and ask to take pictures with the old man, and even more, he directly gave the old man a fragrant kiss, which made the look on the face of the old man, who had always been calm and indifferent, extremely weird.

Yan Murong sighed in his heart, even if he is not a handsome guy, he can be regarded as a beautiful and healthy young man, right? Why is the aesthetics of this group of foreign ladies so strange, and the taste is also staggering, picking on a middle-aged and elderly man with an obscene appearance like the old man?

"Hey, I wouldn't have brought this old man out if I knew it." Yan Murong muttered quietly.

"Captain Yan, this is the United States, not China." Coming out with Yan Murong and the old man was Mao Yong. This young man, who was two years younger than Yan Murong, was their translator, and when he went to Yan Murong's room to ask Yan Murong if he wanted to eat, he was pulled out by Yan Murong in a daze. No way, without a translator, there is no way to go to the street.

"I know." Yan Murong nodded seriously, looking at the old man who was surrounded by several hot girls and looked embarrassed, but he couldn't struggle. "It's just that the aesthetics of these foreigners are really flattering."

"That's how the Americans are." Mao Yong explained with a smile. "The main reason is that Dr. Miao's robe is too conspicuous, and Americans are very interested in this kind of fancy dress - in our China, if you wear any fancy dress, others will think you are sick, but the United States is different, you can see the Hulk wearing Spider-Man, Batman, and even wearing a pair of tattered shorts on the street at any time. In their eyes, this is a kind of performance art, which is the surprise of culture. ”

"yes, cultural surprise." Yan Murong nodded in agreement, with a look of embarrassment on his face, but an evil thought was brewing in his heart.

He wondered in his heart whether to let the old man change into various robes and put a few poses on the street, specifically take pictures with these American babes with heavier tastes, and then he collected the money.

Finally, the old man fought his way out of the encirclement in the enthusiastic onlookers of the American hot girls, but there were more shiny lipstick marks of various colors on his face, and his eyes were a little embarrassed.

"Old man, are you cool?" Yan Murong couldn't hold back a smile, looked at the old man who was wiping his face with the tissue handed over by Mao Yong, and asked with a serious face.

The old man didn't speak, but he gave Yan Murong a fierce look with his eyes, and the smell of threat in that look was quite strong, but Yan Murong didn't care.

If it had been when he was still in the mountains before, and the old man glanced at him like this, Yan Murong would have been scared half to death, because this look meant that he would be inhumanly abused in the future. But now it's different, it's not in the mountains, it's on the street, it's still on the street in the United States, and he doesn't believe that the old man will go crazy in the street.

"Let's go, let's hurry up and find something to eat, my stomach is screaming." Yan Murong no longer teased the old man, looked at Mao Yong and asked. "What's good here?"

"It depends on what you eat." Mao Yong said with a smile, don't look at this kid who is two years younger than Yan Murong, since he was in junior high school, he has come to the United States to study, and he can't be more familiar with the United States. "If you want to eat our Chinese food, go to Chinatown in Huaxia City, but the dishes there are basically based on southern cuisine, and in order to adapt to the taste of Americans, the food is not very delicious - in fact, there are really no special restaurants in the United States, generally those white-collar workers choose to eat fast food, hamburger coffee and the like, oh, by the way, if you want to eat snacks, you can go and eat a hot dog, it tastes good."

Yan Murong and the old man were black-eyed, leaving Mao Yong, the two of them were about to get lost, and they couldn't speak English, since Mao Yong said to eat hot dogs, the two had no opinion.

Following Mao Yong, he soon found a hot dog stall on the side of a street park, the price is not expensive, you can buy one for a dollar, Yan Murong and the old man are not very particular people, one asked for two hot dogs, and sat on the park bench to eat. Mao Yong didn't ask for lunch because he had lunch, and while looking at the children and couples laughing on the lawn, he told Yan Murong about the habits of Americans.

The other Yan Murong didn't listen to it much, it was about playing on the lawn, which made him sigh a lot, and he had to sigh again about the huge cultural differences.

You see, in some places with lawns in China, there will always be signs such as "The grass is delicate, do not trample", "Take care of the flowers and plants, everyone is responsible", if you step on it, there will definitely be old men and old ladies with red sleeves to come to you to fine. The United States is different, the lawn is used for the doorman to play and rest, and you can see children and kissing couples on the lawn everywhere.

"Help!"

At this moment, a woman's anxious voice came to everyone's ears, and Yan Murong also understood quite well, because the woman shouted these two words in Huaxia.

Subconsciously, he stood up at the same time as the old man, his eyes followed the direction from which the voice came, and he saw that on the lawn not far in front of them, a woman was anxiously screaming for help, and beside her, there was a man lying with convulsions all over his body and his chest rising and falling. Some people who heard the cries for help also gathered around, and some have already started to call the police and emergency services.

"Pollen allergies." The old man sat down again and said lightly. "Go and see, when someone comes to the hospital, he'll be dead."

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded, and ran in the direction of the woman, Mao Yong was afraid that Yan Murong would not understand the language, so he also ran over.

"I'm a doctor, let me go." Yan Murong squeezed into the crowd, looked at the man lying on the ground, and then looked at the row of small daisies that were blooming not far away, and said. "He's a pollen allergy."

As she spoke, she looked at the woman again and said. "I'm a TCM practitioner who came to participate in the medical exchange, and if you believe me, I can help."

"Chinese medicine?" There was a hint of hesitation on the woman's anxious face. "Chinese Medicine - Chinese Medicine Practice? I'd better wait for an ambulance. ”

PS: It's past twelve o'clock in the third chapter.,Hey.,My current codeword speed is greatly reduced.。 Continue to code the words and try to code the fourth chapter before two o'clock, it was all yesterday.