Dutia couldn't help but blink: "Is that really the case?" ”

He nodded: "From the perspective of syndrome differentiation in our traditional Chinese medicine, this is absolutely the truth. Moreover, I also have a hunch that this strange plant has strong medicinal properties, and even if it can't cure 'fishy fever', it is still a good medicine. ”

Dutia was still puzzled: "Is your tongue really so powerful, that you can actually tell that it has high medicinal value?" ”

He smiled confidently: "My tongue is not as sensitive as the tongue of those special animals, but the fact that this plant grows on a stone that is considered off-limits to other creatures shows that it not only has tenacious vitality, but also has extremely high medicinal value." ”

"Oh, is this also the syndrome differentiation of your Chinese medicine?"

He pondered, "Doctor Dudia, since you studied Chinese medicine when you were studying in China, have you ever heard of the iceberg snow lotus?" ”

Dutia pondered for a while before she suddenly said, "I seem to have heard of it." ”

He smiled and said, "As the name suggests, the iceberg snow lotus is the snow lotus that grows on the iceberg. Snow lotus has high medicinal value, and the snow lotus that grows on the iceberg can be said to have an extremely bad living environment, but it is a treasure in medicine. ”

Dutia thought for a moment: "You mean that the more plants that grow in a cruel environment, the more medicinal they have?" ”

He nodded: "It is precisely because they have some special immunity substances that other plants do not have, that they can grow in an environment where other plants cannot survive." ”

Dutia stared at him with adoring eyes, "Doctor Jiang, I have confidence in you. ”

He glanced at her and deliberately asked, "Didn't you have faith before?" ”

Dutia awkwardly explained: "Because this 'fishy fever' has been raging in our place for decades, there has been no effective treatment. So... I can't believe that TCM can overcome this difficulty. ”

He couldn't help but sigh: "At present, many incurable diseases in the world are relying on Western medicine to solve problems. It's time for our TCM to make a difference. ”

"Well, I'm up for you!"

He couldn't help but smile indifferently at the little fan in front of him: "It's almost dark now." While there is still a little light, let's hurry up and collect some more of this grass. ”

Dutia was obedient to him: "Well, it has a special sheen on it, and it is easy to find. ”

Taking advantage of the twilight, the two of them split up and swept away the strange grass nearby.

When he saw that it was good, he took it and told Dutia to go down the mountain with him immediately.

It was already late at night, and they had to hold hands, one foot deep and one foot shallow, to grope down the mountain.

About halfway up the mountain, they were hungry and tired, and they struggled to walk.

Dutia has always been strong, but she can't hold on anymore and has to beg him: "I can't walk anymore... Can you stop and take a break? ”

He felt that he had come out of the dangerous situation, so he chose a flat place and prepared to set up camp.

He had something to eat with Dudia, then took out a blanket from his backpack and spread it on a relatively flat floor, and pointed to Dudia: "This is your bed." If you're tired, go to bed. ”

As soon as Dutia saw that he got up to leave, she couldn't help but ask, "Don't you sleep here?" ”

He glanced at the other party's silhouette and replied calmly, "I still have a blanket here, and I'm going to another place to 'make a bed'." ”

"Shouldn't we sleep together?"

"Why huddle together when we have the conditions to sleep in such a wide environment?"

"However, when I sleep alone, I feel unsure."

"You don't have to worry. I won't be too far away from you. As he spoke, he leaned over six or seven meters from Dutia to 'make the bed'.

Dutia thought for a moment, then leaned down to pick up the blanket and walked straight to where he had just made the bed.

When he saw that she had posted it, he was shocked: "What are you going to do?" ”

"I want to sleep with you."

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because we are of the opposite sex, it is not appropriate to do this, we must sleep separately!"

"Ha, that's weird. But the vast majority of men in the world are looking for the opposite sex to marry. ”

His cheeks couldn't help but feel a little hot, and he immediately stated: "Since I am a married man, I should no longer be close to other women." ”

Dutia then said, "I'm still single at the moment, and I don't mind being your wife's stand-in. ”

He couldn't help but question: "Since you are still a pure woman, why don't you leave your body to a pure man?" ”

"Dr. Jiang... I like you..."

"Dudia, I like you too. But I don't express my liking in that way. ”

"I'm sorry... What I should express to you is love. ”

"Dutia, then you really love the wrong man. Not only am I twenty years older than you, but I already have a lover. ”

Dutia was puzzled: "But don't you need a woman to help you moisturize it at the moment?" ”

When he saw that Dutia was so straightforward, he couldn't help but be reserved, and then said calmly: "Dudia, I love my wife very much. I wouldn't touch any woman but her. ”

When Dutia saw that he was so stubborn, she had no choice but to return to her original place in a huffy and unhappy manner.

He no longer sat on Lidutia, but lay on his back on the blanket, his head resting on his backpack, and looking up at the stars in the night sky.

Dutia was also tired from the day and had to lie on that blanket as well. However, she felt that the blanket was too thin, and her body was a little flustered, so she couldn't help but look sideways at him.

"Did Dr. Jiang sleep?"

"Not yet."

"Isn't it uncomfortable to sleep here?"

He was silent for a moment before replying softly, "It's a little uncomfortable." ”

Dutia couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Don't you want women?" ”

"I'm thinking of a woman, but only my wife."

"You're so nice to her."

"Well, do you think that if I miss her, I am good to her?"

Dutia suddenly questioned, "Oh? So what do you want to do to her, to be good to her? ”

Jiang Jianping said in a gloomy tone: "As a husband, I can't always be by her side, and when she is hard and lonely, I can't bring my greetings and care in time, but I only miss her, is this good for her?" If I do something sorry for her behind her back, it will hurt her heart even more. Every time I think of her, I always feel a deep sense of guilt in my heart. ”

Dutia finally understood his emotional world, and immediately stood in awe: "Doctor Jiang, you are very different from those international colleagues. When their wives are not around, they always have a little love affair with the women around them, and you are impressive to me. ”

He replied lightly, "It's nothing. I am a Chinese who believe in our Oriental values and traditional Confucian and Mencian culture. I just restrain myself to be a normal man. That is, fidelity to love and marriage. ”

Dutia thought for a moment: "On our South American continent, your Confucius Institute in China has been built. I think that your traditional Chinese culture will soon take root here. ”

He nodded with satisfaction: "My little sister Rongrong is the messenger who spreads Chinese culture. She's currently working in North Africa. ”

"Oh, will she come to our country to spread Chinese culture?"

He shook his head: "It's not clear. However, it is time for your country to accept and absorb some foreign cultures. In China, as early as the beginning of the last century, there was the concept of 'culture to save the country'. Therefore, the concept of an advanced culture can promote the progress of a nation and even a country. ”

Du Tia smiled: "I hope that our cultural circles can accept more influence from China's traditional culture." Maybe you can meet your sister in our country. ”

His psychology at this time was not that he was eager to see his sister Jiang Wanrong, but his beloved wife Yue Jinglian. He knew that his wife and his sister were working at a Chinese medical institution in another country on the same continent, and that they had a lot of work every day, and maybe they didn't have a break now.

Thinking of this, he stopped chatting with Dutia, but took out his mobile phone and lovingly admired a photo of a young female soldier on the screen of his phone. She is his beloved wife Yue Jinglian.

As he expected, a two-story building in Le Mans, thousands of miles away from him, was brightly lit. In an operating room, some Oriental-faced paramedic were nervously operating on a local black man.