Cars travel through the streets of Philadelphia, the fifth largest city in the United States and once the capital of the United States, with many streets but exceptionally quiet, with rivers running through the city and City Hall in the heart of the city. Cross McQuette Avenue in the central square and you will arrive at City Hall.

The town hall is typical of the Gothic state, and there is also a bell tower. The scale is not large, and there is no one on duty with guns in front of the gate of the town hall, and citizens can enter and exit the hall at will.

Two staff members brought Zhen Fan and the three into the city hall, first waiting in a reception room. Two staff members told them that in an hour, the mayor would have time to meet them. And all you had to do before was to stay here, and maybe someone would come over and ask about something.

When the two of them left, Lance couldn't help but look around at this reception room, which was relatively poorly furnished, and there were some imitations of world famous paintings hanging on the wall, which looked very elegant and attractive.

One of the staff members came back, brought three cups of instant brewed coffee, a straw stuck in each box, and left. After a quarter of an hour or so, two people entered, one of whom was the man who claimed to be the Homeland Security Agency. He asked Zhen Fan, Lance, and Helena a few questions.

It was nothing more than why they came to Philadelphia, where they started from, where they passed along the way, and that DHS official already knew Zhen Fan, knew that he was a big star, a former American hero, a brewer of H.C.D. wine, and the first Chinese to open a Chinese medicine clinic in Billy Foshan.

As for Lance and Helena, he had already found out their details. It's very clean and there is no possibility of terrorism. This made him very relieved and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's conventional. It may be a little uncomfortable! The man smiled and told Zhen Fan the reason, and said sorry, "We must give the honor to those who don't look like terrorists, otherwise this will become the laughing stock of the whole world, and we have to be cautious." ”

"I understand!" Zhen Fan nodded, such an honor should indeed be prudent.

The man nodded, expressing his appreciation for Zhen Fan's attitude. I also knew that I might not be very popular here, so I quit. There were only the three of Zhen Fan left in the room.

"If I knew it would be so troublesome to receive the award, I wouldn't have come!" Lance grumbled.

Helena said in a mocking tone, "Fortunately, it wasn't you who received the award. So you're still here! ”

Lance was speechless, so he had to turn around again, and there was nothing to see, so he sat down. And Zhen Fan sat quietly from beginning to end. Keep your eyes closed. It's like thinking about your own things, immersed in your own world.

"Tuk Tuk!" Someone knocked on the door, and then the door was unscrewed, and a young female staff member walked in, smiling at Zhen Fan and the three of them: "The mayor has free time now, I can learn from you, you come with me!" ”

Zhen Fan opened his eyes and stood up. Without saying a word, he followed the woman out. Helena and Lance followed. I went up the stairs and turned two corners to reach a small reception room. In this small reception room, a large black man in his forties or fifties, wearing a gray suit, stood in the main seat of the reception room.

That man was McRee Nut, the mayor of Philadelphia, and there were three chairs under the main seat in the reception room. The chairs were filled with journalists and some of the people who had been invited to participate in the rescue. The staff asked Lance and Helena to sit on the chairs below, and guided Zhen Fan to stand next to the main seat.

There were five other people standing in a row with Zhen Fan, one of whom he knew, Dr. Alan Francole of Duke University School of Medicine, who was very happy to see Zhen Fan and gave him a big hug.

"Hello, I knew I would see you again, but I didn't expect this time to come too quickly, but it was last night, and we will meet again today!" Dr. Francole was happy to chat with Zhenfan.

"Who knows, things are unpredictable!" Zhen Fan said, and glanced at a few other people, and sure enough, they were all the doctors and ambulance personnel who were in Chengdu last night.

One after another arrived, and after a few minutes, when the crowd was almost all there, Mayor Turner began to speak, by which time he put on a pair of glasses and looked a little more urbane.

It's nothing more than words like gratitude to these rescuers, how many lives they've saved, and then words like gratitude on behalf of Philadelphia, and all the official clichés. Reporters in the audience are taking pictures and taking pictures. Then there is the award awarding session, which is done by the mayor himself.

Hanging ribbons, awarding medals, a delicate wooden box opened, and inside lay a medal, which could be seen from the letters as the honor of an honorary citizen.

Then the six people who received honorary citizenship spoke separately. Because the last person standing was Zhen Fan, who was also the last to take the stage, and before that was Dr. Francole. The first few are all expressions of gratitude, which are the same as Hollywood's acceptance speeches, which is a bit boring.

"Here, I would like to say that the first thing I want to thank is Dr. Zhen!" Dr. Francole spoke in the same way, but he thanked no one else, Zhen Fan, who was indeed standing here with him, which was a bit interesting, so many people turned their attention to Zhen, including those news reporters.

"What I admire very much is his medical skills, the ancient Chinese medicine has shocked me again and again, especially his use of acupuncture to stop the internal bleeding of the wound, God, unbelievable, if this technology can be spread, I dare to let Zhen Fan apply for the Nobel ......"

Well, Dr. Francole, this is not a medical classroom, it is not an academic lecture hall, this is the mayor's office in the town hall where honorary citizens are awarded. Zhen Fan began to mutter to Dr. Francole from the bottom of his heart. This guy is talking about this here, and tomorrow Zhen Fan will wait to be attacked by the newspapers and the Internet!

"Alright, let's give the last speaker, Dr. Zhen." Mayor McRee Nutter interjected at the right time, interrupting Frank Cole's tirade and his academic speech.

Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders at Francole, expressing his helplessness, and then stepped forward, stood in front of the microphone for speaking, and looked at the audience and reporters in front of him.

"If it weren't for this honor today, I would be very thankful to God!" Zhen Fan used the most common language used by Westerners, God is actually too nihilistic for Zhen Fan, it is just a kind of spiritual sustenance for people. But today he borrowed such a name from nothing.

"Because without this honor today, there would be no great car accident last night, may they rest in peace, and God will forgive them and accept them!" Zhen Fan said and drew a cross on his chest. Then Shi Shiran walked down and winked at Lance and Helena.

Immediately, there was applause on and off the stage.

I have to say that Zhen Fan cleverly used people's boredom with the previous speeches to achieve a surprising winning effect, and even some reporters have already thought of the topic, which is about Zhen Fan's short speech.

At this point, the award ceremony is officially over. At this time, many staff members brought wine, and everyone held wine glasses and raised wine to celebrate the award ceremony. Although the scale is not large, there are several large newspapers and online journalists, and the impact is estimated to be immeasurable.

After a glass of wine, the song finally ended, and everyone was ready to leave. Zhen Fan held the box in his hand very casually, and talked to Dr. Francole as he walked.

"Have you thought it through? I hope you can spread your method of pricking needles to stop bleeding and finger stopping bleeding, which is a great discovery in the history of human medicine. We can't waste the talent God has given us like this, it's too ......" He originally wanted to say that it was too shameful, but he suddenly felt that it was really unfair to Zhen Fan to say this, so he stopped it all by then.

"No, I'm not interested in teaching, and ...... If you don't understand the essence of Chinese culture, I'm afraid it's difficult to learn such a technique, it's not that I don't teach, but Duke University or other medical schools don't have such a cultural atmosphere, maybe the time has not come! I'm so sorry, Dr. Francole! Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders and could only refuse Francole's kindness.

"Okay, okay, but...... If one day, we can get to the kind of atmosphere that you say, will you come and coach? Frankel looked at Zhen Fan with great anticipation.

"Of course, I would very much do!" Zhen Fan nodded.

This is just a good wish, and the arrogance of Americans cannot create a very Chinese cultural learning atmosphere in universities, unless China will be the boss for a hundred years in the future.

The two spoke a few words again, and then took their leave. Zhen Fan, Lance and Helena prepare to leave the town hall together. While walking, Lance gave Zhen Fan a thumbs up, and said a little proudly: "I really didn't see it, you really have a set of speeches, one day you are not a doctor, you can become a politician!" ”

"You want me to lie to people every day, be ruthless, or trade anything and everything, even emotions?" Zhen Fan looked at Lance, shook his head and smiled.

"Of course not!" Lance hastened to plead.

"Then I still can't be a politician, because I don't have the basic elements of those politicians!" Zhen Fan laughed and walked towards the front hall first.

"Hey, wait, Dr. Zhen!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, and a staff member trotted towards Zhen Fan all the way out of breath, "Doctor Zhen, please wait, Mayor Turner wants to invite Mr. Zhen to talk alone for a while!" (To be continued......)