godfather of surgery

Chapter 223 Dream Land
Professor Zhang is free and has nothing to do, just watch the excitement.

"If the suit is too small, get a bigger one, or pack your belly in. People think we are short of fabric."

Professor Zhang tugged at Fat Boy's suit hem.

Director Bai reprimanded: "Hurry up and change it, change it now, there is no big one, if it is too late, I have a few sets, go get one for you."

You can't lose your identity in this group for a set of clothes. Director Bai is serious.

Professor Zhang wandered around and saw the guest water sign in the front row, which actually had his own name on it, so he waved: "Xiao Zhang, come here!"

Zhang Lin was busy, and ran over in a hurry: "Mr. Zhang!"

"Remove this and replace it with others." Professor Zhang picked up the water card and handed it to him.

Zhang Lin scratched his head: "It can't be withdrawn. These are all arranged by Director Tan and reviewed by Director Han."

Professor Zhang is not happy: "You always have no courage to do things, and you will shrink your head even if you eat a chicken, and you will be procrastinated if you are asked to withdraw a water card."

"There are so many foreigners watching, and I am an old man in his 80s sitting here. If I don't know, I think Sanbo can't attract talents, and the old, weak, sick and disabled are all pulled out to make up for it. Withdrew, what did Han Jiangong say? , let him find me!" Professor Zhang was decisive.

Zhang Lin had no choice but to withdraw temporarily and report to Director Tan later.

Director Tan is hanging the bronze medal at the Institute of Orthopedics. It will be hung up today and unveiled tomorrow.

Song Zimo walked over while making a phone call, Zhang Lin asked, "Didn't you go to pick up Fumiya Takahashi? Director Tian didn't find you just now?"

"No, he declined our arrangement and settled the accommodation by himself." Song Zimo could speak Japanese, so he was arranged to pick up Takahashi Fumiya.

"What the hell, you still despise us." Zhang Lin scolded.

Wenzai Takahashi arrived, the news spread, and many doctors were very excited.

The international nature of this meeting was confirmed, and Fumiya Takahashi, the big cow at the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Tokyo, really arrived.
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The weather is good, Nandu Airport.

This is the second time for Takahashi to come to China. He is a bit reluctant, but he cannot refuse Mr. Fujiwara's appointment, he can only obey.

As soon as he got off the plane, he put on a Kowa mask, frowned and said, "Miss Miyuki had better wear a mask too."

Fujiwara Miyuki was a little dissatisfied: "Is it necessary?"

"Of course it is necessary! You are coming to China for the first time, and you don't know much about it. Here, the smog often covers the whole city, which doubles the incidence of lung cancer. Every time I come, there will be obvious respiratory irritation. symptom."

Takahashi also coughed a few times, showing that the symptoms came so quickly, it was not his lie.

"You seem to have come to China for the second time, right?" Fujiwara Miyuki felt that Takahashi's use of the word "every time" was a bit exaggerated.

Takahashi noticed Miyuki Fujiwara's dissatisfaction, and shut up knowingly so as not to make her unhappy.

The two brought their assistants, and a group of four boarded the plane from Narita International Airport, Japan Airlines JL087, which took five hours and 25 minutes to land at Nandu Airport.

The tall Fujiwara Miyuki was like a star, holding a coat in her hand, walking through the lobby of the airport, attracting countless eyes, men's coveted, and women's envy.

In fact, she is a star, with a height of 1.7 meters and a beautiful face. She once starred on the runway, the champion of the Victoria's Secret Show, and has a high degree of education. How many Japanese men think of her as a goddess.

Fumiya Takahashi and Jiro Sasaki were her fanatical suitors. Countless men in Japan's upper class, no matter old or young, all coveted her.

Helpless, the Fujiwara family is a prominent family in Japan with strong strength.

Therefore, for these men, Fujiwara Miyuki can only watch from a distance, and dare not even think of reaching out.

And Takahashi looks wretched, walking with Fujiwara Miyuki, it is very easy for people to have the idea of ​​gang-beating him.

Coming out of Terminal 1, Miss Yoko who greeted them was already waiting at the exit, holding a Japanese signboard in her hand.

"Welcome Miss Fujiwara, Mr. Takahashi!"

Fujiwara Miyuki and Takahashi saw the Japanese welcome sign at a glance.

"Is this Manager Yoko Inoue?" Takahashi asked.

"Welcome Miss Fujiwara, Mr. Takahashi!"

Yoko bowed, the meeting etiquette is Japanese style, Fujiwara and Takahashi returned the salute, and under Yoko's guidance, they walked for a few minutes to the P1 parking lot.

A Toyota Alphard waited for a long time. The driver, wearing white gloves, gently opened the door. Yoko said guiltily, "Miss Fujiwara and Mr. Takahashi have worked hard, please get in the car!"

Fujiwara Miyuki boarded Alpha gracefully. She sat in the front row with her assistant, while Takahashi sat in the second row with her assistant.

Whether it is the principle of women first or the status of a member of the Fujiwara family, such an arrangement is necessary.

The driver drove smoothly, no nodding on the brakes, and no pushback when starting. The destination was the Japanese-style high-end hotel in G City——The Prince Akatoki.

The Prince Akatoki, a high-end hotel chain under the Japanese Prince Hotel, and the shareholder behind the Prince Hotel is the Fujiwara family.

A hotel is not even a single hair among the strong consortium business.

But in G City in China, this hotel is the only hotel that can be used by your own people. Yoko Inoue is the executive director of the hotel. When she received the notice from the Japanese headquarters, she decided to pick up the plane in person.

"Miss Miyuki, this is your first time in China. There have been earth-shaking changes here, with high-speed railways extending in all directions, wide expressways, bustling business districts, and dense factories—" Yoko felt that calling her Miss Miyuki was better than calling her directly. Fujiwara's surname is even more respectful.

"Didn't you see that they still have a place called an urban village, hidden behind high-rise buildings, with sewage flowing and overcrowded, fat rats stalking the city during the day, and they will build so-called landscape walls along the road to block the dilapidated places behind , so as not to destroy the image of the place from entering the sight of tourists." Takahashi was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but speak again.

"I think the flaws do not conceal the goodness. Even the United States, which people all over the world yearn for, still has the proliferation of drugs and guns, the filth of the slums, and the unstoppable robbery in the subway. Japan is the same. Even in the golden world like Ginza, there are dirty things that cannot be seen behind it." And helpless." Fujiwara Miyuki was very impatient with Takahashi's prejudice.

Miyuki has been fond of Chinese culture since she was a child. She can speak Chinese, can recite Tang poetry, and has read the four major classics. Her favorite Japanese city is Kyoto, because it retains ancient buildings in the style of the Tang Dynasty.

Miyuki came to China for the first time, and she looked out of the car window curiously, constantly amazed.

The magnificent airport, brand-new highways, and numerous factories.

This great nation is recovering, and no one can stop her firm footsteps.

Takahashi, too biased!
"Every country has its shortcomings, especially fast-growing countries. I don't think this means anything. They are changing every day. It's great." Miyuki is like a child, unable to restrain her excitement.

Vibrant and rich, this is the China of her dreams.

She often dreams that she is in the classical Tang Dynasty, wearing beautiful Tang costumes, walking across the bridge amidst the sound of the zither, bowing her head shyly.

"Look, that's a pure electric bus!"

Miyuki has seen pure electric buses from China in Japan without any exhaust emissions.

The high-speed rail is speeding across the viaduct.

"Shinkansen?" Miyuki almost screamed.

China's high-speed rail is better than the Shinkansen.

With a land area of ​​960 million square kilometers, what is the concept of high-speed rail extending in all directions? Miyuki closed her eyes and imagined.

"I want to stay here a little longer, I want to take the high-speed train and go around."

"Yoko is willing to be Miyuki-san's guide."

"No fuss, it's just a copy of our Japanese."

Takahashi is very disgusted with Fujiwara Miyuki's performance, if others are like this, he will not care, but as a lady of the Fujiwara family, he is obsessed with China.

"Imitation? Which of the chasers didn't start with imitation? Didn't Japan start by imitating Europe? Didn't the United States start by imitating Europe? Is the car original in Japan? Is it original in the United States?"

Miyuki disagrees with Takahashi and hates his arrogance.

I hate that he always looks at his dream land with a disdainful eye.

"It's all an industrial area, and all kinds of products are coming off the assembly line from afar and are shipped to all parts of the world."

Yoko introduced to Ms. Miyuki that she has been in China for five years and is very familiar with it.

"Most of these factories are low-tech processing plants. The workers work overtime and earn a meager salary. Do you know why the replantation of amputated fingers is so developed in China? Because of overtime, overwork, and unprotected production, there are many cases every day. Fingers crushed by machines, a large number of cases have given birth to a group of doctors with excellent microsurgery skills."

Takahashi felt resentful, and he was responsible for letting Miss Miyuki know where she was going.

Although Miyuki is the lady of the Fujiwara family and the younger sister of her teacher Masao Fujiwara, she and Takahashi are also colleagues, so Takahashi speaks more boldly, and will not be as thoughtful and wordy as Yoko.

"They sent Yutu to the moon, built the Beidou satellite navigation system, and ambitiously planned to build a space station. They will become the second country to land on the moon. It took decades to complete an unimaginable turnaround. In your eyes Mr. Takahashi, please restrain your narrowness, the lion will not become a cat just because you say it is a cat!" Although Ms. Fujiwara was very dissatisfied, she still maintained basic politeness and tried to argue resolve differences.

"Okay!" Takahashi surrendered, sat in the back, did not dare to speak again, and then kept shrugging his nose.

The Toyota arrived at the hotel and stopped at the hotel gate.

"Miss Miyuki, please!"

"Mr. Takahashi, please!"

"Is there a high-speed rail station here?" Miyuki asked.

"Nandu Station, No. [-] in Asia." Yoko got out of the car and opened the door himself.

"After the meeting, I'm going to take the high-speed rail and go around, it's great!"

"East, west, north and south, criss-crossing, high-speed rail runs through the whole of Greater China, you can go anywhere you want, Miss Miyuki, if you do this, it will take many days, this is not Japan."

"It's okay, my visa time is enough."

Arriving at the hotel lobby, the decoration of the entire hotel is Japanese-style, and the service is also Japanese-style.

"Please come with me. The two of you can have a meal after a short rest. Miss Miyuki, I will prepare Chinese food for you." Yoko bowed, and Miyuki and Takahashi entered the VIP elevator.

"Why don't you arrange Japanese food?" Takahashi was very dissatisfied.

Yoko said apologetically, "Tokyo has repeatedly ordered to arrange Chinese food for Ms. Miyuki, and we have prepared Mr. Takahashi's Japanese food, please rest assured."

Miss Yoko is shrewd and capable. Among the few Japanese women who put her career first, she stands out.

"Miss Meixue, the Sanbo Hospital you want to attend is about an hour's drive from here. Tomorrow, we will deliver you to the venue on time."

Yoko led Miyuki and her assistant into the most luxurious suite in the hotel, and she arranged for someone to lead Mr. Takahashi to the suite on another floor.

"Do you speak Chinese?" Miyuki asked in Chinese.

"Of course! I have lived in China for five years." Yoko replied in Chinese.

"Then, let's communicate in Chinese!" Fujiwara Miyuki was in a very good mood.

The land of dreams did not disappoint her.

(End of this chapter)