The Haichao Pavilion suddenly fell silent, leaving only the old man's low and slightly hoarse Japanese monologue and the simultaneous interpreter's crisp and pleasant Chinese translation.

"When you think of sake, you think of the restrained subtlety of our Yamato nation." Yi Neng Changsheng said, "Talking about ups and downs can remind people of the boldness and joy of the Russians. And Chinese liquor, respect heaven and earth, parents become rituals, climb mountains to seal Zen, cultivate virtue and pray for blessings. Different wine bodies can reflect different cultural charms. The Confucian culture that dominates China emphasizes 'great love' and 'benevolence, people', and I, a dying man in his last years, is the beneficiary of the Chinese Confucian spirit of benevolence. ”

His speech is slow, his phrasing is a little far-fetched, and the translation is even more lame, but there is an inexplicable attraction in the tone and frustration, which makes people can't help but listen quietly.

Yi Neng Changsheng said: "I used to be a patient with liver failure in the terminal stage of liver cirrhosis, in my hometown of Tokyo, the doctor told me that I only have three months left at most, and the only possible treatment is to do liver replacement surgery for me, but unfortunately, Japan is a country where transplant donors are scarce, and I am a person with panda blood." ”

Speaking of this, Yi Neng Changsheng coughed involuntarily a few times. Hua Xiao'er took the opportunity to interject: "He is an old Japanese devil, how can he have the panda blood of our Chinese?" ”

Xie Sanqiu, who was beside him, smiled dumbly and said: "In addition to the ABO typing system, there is also an Rh typing system for human blood types, which are divided into Rh-positive and Rh-negative blood types, and in Asia, people with Rh-negative blood types only account for about 0.34%, because this blood type is extremely rare, so it is called 'panda blood'." ”

Seeing that Yi Neng Changsheng was about to continue talking, both of them immediately shut up.

Yi Neng Changsheng said: "In the three months of waiting for a suitable matching donor, I relied on the 'artificial liver' to survive the days that I was worse than death, and I was desperate day by day in waiting, and day by day in despair. I thought that the disease had played a deadly joke on me, but in the end, China gave me a miracle of resurrection. It was the benevolent Professor Ren Weifeng in front of me who helped me find a suitable donor, and at the same time, with his superb medical skills, opened the door to rebirth for my frozen life. As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the man beside Zhao Shijing.

At this time, the master of ceremonies waited for an opportunity to move, and said: "What Mr. Yi Neng said is the city's highly respected transplantation master - Dean Ren Weifeng. ”

Zhao Shi took the lead in applauding with respectful interest, and for a while, there were countless people in the hall clapping and responding. Ren Weifeng took the initiative to stand up and raised his hand to the surroundings, and when he turned around, Long Xirui saw that he had gray hair, a majestic expression on his face, and seemed to be smiling, thinking that it was no wonder that the usually arrogant Zhao Shijing was respectful in front of this person, it turned out that he was a high-ranking director in the hospital, and in the current situation, it showed that he was also quite prestigious in the eyes of the public; I wonder Yi Neng Changsheng wears a mask, because most people who have undergone transplant surgery need to take immunosuppressants for a long time and are easily infected with a variety of diseases.

Finding that the audience in the venue had resonated with him, the master of ceremonies added the icing on the cake and said: "The great doctor is sincere, the love is boundless, and our beloved Dean Ren is precisely with his benevolence and benevolence, hanging the pot to help the world, and rejuvenating his wonderful hands, which has saved countless lives and enhanced international friendship." ”

Speaking of this, the master of ceremonies understood the truth of accepting it when he saw it, and did not take the lead, and stretched out his hand to signal Yi Neng Changsheng to continue speaking.

"At the end of the day, culture is the soul of wine, and I love China's profound and long-standing culture." Yi Neng Changsheng said, "Today I have the honor to buy this bottle of Moutai, which symbolizes the love and friendliness of the Chinese people, so now, I want to present it to the most respected Professor Ren to express my highest respect." ”

The master of ceremonies immediately signaled Miss Etiquette to send the bottle of sky-high Moutai to Ren Weifeng, and at the same time applauded and echoed: "The so-called 'mountain is high and people are the peak'!" Today happens to be at the top of Yunshan, Dean Ren is benevolent and benevolent, the benevolent is invincible, and he deserves it! ”

The audience applauded again, and suddenly a woman stood up in the back row and said loudly: "I have a question for Mr. Yi Neng, since Mr. Yi Neng said that he likes Chinese culture and the fraternity and friendliness of the Chinese, how do you think that some Japanese people always want to come to our Chinese islands to fish?" ”

As soon as the words fell, people's laughter and discussions were instantly drowned out of applause.

Long Xirui turned her head to watch when she heard the sound, only to see that the person standing in the crowd asking questions was Shi Zhen, the female anchor of "Seeing and Talking from the Heart".

"Wow! It's Shi Zhen! Hua Cub shouted excitedly, "I'll find her to sign later!" ”

Deng Haoran snorted: "It's the pervasive topic maker again, I hate almost every word she says, but the question she asked just now is not annoying at all." ”

"Deng sir, aren't you contradicting yourself?" Hua Cub retorted.

"Compared to the Japanese, she doesn't hate it that much." Deng Haoran said and glanced at Shi Zhen coldly.

Out of the conditioned reflex of professional skills, the simultaneous interpreter quickly translated Shi Zhen's words into Japanese, but before he finished half a sentence, there was a long "squeak", as if someone had cut off the sound transmission system of the loudspeaker in the venue.

The master of ceremonies reacted sensitively and hurriedly quipped: "Obviously, what Teacher Shi Zhen raised is a question that is difficult to translate. ”

There was a gradual uproar in the venue.

Deng Haoran asked Xie Sangqiu: "Listening to what the old Japanese son meant, did you transplant the liver of our Chinese to him to save him?" ”

Xie Sanqiu nodded, but Deng Haoran shook his head.

Hua Xiaoer said: "But for the sake of that bottle of tens of millions of Moutai, we Chinese can also be regarded as earned, huh?" ”

"What? In your eyes, are we Chinese so numerous that even the organs on our bodies are not worth anything? Long Xirui said disapprerovingly.

Hua Cub said innocently: "I didn't mean that, in fact, I mean, after all, 10 million is not a small number!" ”

Xie Sanqiu continued: "In fact, in the current medical market, the average cost of a liver transplant patient is about hundreds of thousands of yuan. If a patient like Yi Neng Changsheng is admitted, the result will undoubtedly be a significant increase in the country's foreign exchange income. ”

"It turns out that people who study medicine have a good calculation!" Deng Haoran said with a bit of sarcasm in his mouth.

Yi Neng Changsheng on the stage was interrupted when he heard that the simultaneous interpreter had only translated a few words, and saw that the scene was becoming more and more chaotic, so he asked in a deep voice: "Which mud (what)?" ”

At this time, Shi Zhen said: "Since the organizer thinks that my question just now is inappropriate, then I will change the question, I ask Dean Ren, as far as I know, although my country has a large population, but there is always a shortage of transplant donors, there has been more than one patient because they can't find a donor and go to the TV station for help, but unfortunately we can't do anything, many patients die in the process of waiting for donors." ”

As soon as she said this, there was a commotion around her again.

Seeing that the scene was a little out of control, Ren Weifeng got up on stage, patted Yi Neng Changsheng's shoulder, and said "Dou Song (please)" in Japanese, signaling him to return to his seat. Yi Neng Changsheng walked slowly with a cane according to his words, and at the same time, a young girl from the audience came up to help, only to see that her face was beautiful and delicate, her facial features were delicate and exquisite, and her long hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, which was even more beautiful and lovely.

Hua Cub'er's eyes widened and said, "This old Japanese devil won't find a nineteen-year-old * in his ninety-year-old dying years, right?" ”

Xie Sanqiu said strangely: "Don't talk nonsense! She is the granddaughter of Mr. Ineng, and her name is Michiko Ineng. ”

In fact, it was not Hua Xiao'er who made a fuss, as soon as Michiko Ino appeared on stage, she quickly became the focus of everyone's attention. Shi Tianci, the poop boy over there, also had his eyes like torches, and was watching Michiko step down, when Xiong Thirteen's big round face suddenly appeared in his field of vision, which made him angry, so he pushed it away and said: "I hate your balloon face the most, I really want to give you a shot." ”

Xiong Thirteen's big round face showed an aggrieved expression, and he said sadly: "Brother Tian, what are you doing? Why prick me with a needle? ”

Shi Tianci cried and laughed: "You fool! Please, can you have a sense of humor! I stick a needle in your balloon face, and your whole round face will fly out of my field of vision like a leaky balloon! ”

Xiong Thirteen came to his senses when he heard this, put his big round face in front of Shi Tianci, and said, "Brother Tian, this is your mistake!" Since you're afraid that my face will block your view, no problem! But why didn't you say it earlier? ”

Seeing that Ino Michiko had helped Ino Changsheng back to his seat, Shi Tianci was annoyed and angry, and pushed away Xiong Thirteen's big round face, and said angrily: "Fuck you!" Still in my way! Who's fucking going to get me a needle! ”

On the stage, Ren Weifeng raised the microphone on the table to adapt to his height much taller than Yi Neng Changsheng, looked at Shi Zhen standing in the audience with a smile, and said, "You are the host of "Seeing and Talking from the Heart", Shi Zhen, right?" The question you're asking is really just a reflection of the current phenomenon in the healthcare industry. The shortage of donors has always been an extremely serious problem that transplant medicine in all countries has to face. And transplantology has never been able to get rid of ethical problems since its birth. As the saying goes, there are rules. We often say: the heart of the healer's parents! Treating the sick and saving people, saving the dead and helping the wounded should be the professional duty of every doctor. As for how donors are allocated, and how they are more reasonable, it is actually beyond the job of a doctor. In today's increasingly frequent international exchanges, if you want to be a competent doctor, you must not always have a narrow nationalist view, otherwise, the admired Mr. Schindler may turn from an international humanitarian into a German traitor. At present, since there is a serious shortage of donors, every donor should be used to the fullest, whether the recipient is Asian, European, or African, it should be treated equally. ”

Ren Weifeng's words were neither humble nor arrogant, and his mouth was like a river and a drop of water did not leak, and many people in the audience nodded frequently when they heard it. After all, Shi Zhen is not a medical professional, and he seemed speechless for a while.

Ren Weifeng hit the railway while it was hot: "Here, I would like to thank Mr. Yi Neng again for his hospitality, this bottle of treasure Moutai that he gave me can be said to be a priceless treasure, and at the same time, I have a reluctant request, I hope that Mr. Yi Neng can allow me to auction this bottle of wine again in the name of Mr. Yi Neng another day, and donate all the proceeds to the China Charity Federation to help those patients in need." At that time, if Miss Shi Zhen's column is interested, I hope we can cooperate closely, on the one hand, to promote the national liquor, enhance the friendship between China and Japan, and on the other hand, to advertise for our hospital and myself, and to enhance our popularity. ”