This doctor is not short of money

"Yao Translator, what is this woman singing on stage?"

"Happy New Year."

Happy New Year?
Du Heng blinked his eyes twice quickly. Is that how Happy New Year is sung?

This New Year's Friendship Party organized by the Muira government, in addition to Du Heng and his medical team from China, there are also some domestic businessmen who are doing business in the local area.

When he saw these compatriots, Du Heng was still very surprised. He really didn't expect that there were Chinese people here to do business in Muyila.

Although seeing so many compatriots being able to celebrate the New Year together made me feel much happier, but Du Heng was not acquainted. After a few simple greetings, everyone dispersed and began to watch the performance.

And this performance is really indescribable.

In the front is the person in charge of local cultural development, who sang a song "Jasmine", which is familiar to the Chinese people. Although the tone is out of style, it makes people feel very uncomfortable. Some rushed to grab the microphone Impulsive, but the tune is still the original tune, which song can be sung.

But now the black girl on stage is singing "Happy New Year", which Du Heng really didn't recognize.

The song "Happy New Year", Du Heng remembered that it should be a nursery rhyme. Although he couldn't sing the exact lyrics, he could definitely hum along with the tune.

But now he couldn't find any familiar melody at all, and even heard a feeling of wanting to dance.

Is this really "Happy New Year"?
Du Heng glanced back at Yao Youshi, he felt that this kid might be fooling him.

But it doesn't matter if you are fooling or not, anyway, it is quite happy to watch it like this.

And this sorority meeting is similar to the annual meeting held by some large domestic companies. There are performances on the front stage, and there are big round tables under the stage. Everyone can eat as much as they want.

Moreover, this time Muira is celebrating a domestic festival, so he also consciously takes care of Du Heng and the others when it comes to eating and drinking. It is no longer the meal-sharing system of the previous two banquets, but the same meal as in China. system.

So Du Heng didn't worry about what to sing on stage anymore, and just chose what he liked to eat.

But as he was eating, Du Heng heard a familiar melody again, and then hummed along: Good luck comes, I wish you good luck, good luck brings joy and love, good luck brings us good luck . . .

This feeling is completely right, it is only right to sing this kind of song during Chinese New Year.

But it's a pity that it was Ao Dong's father who sang on stage this time, that is, the black fat man who was going to give Du Heng a golden statue of Bodhisattva. The lyrics that popped out of his mouth were still the same as the previous two, sticky I couldn't hear what was being sung at all.

Although the lyrics he sang could not be understood at all, the fat black man was very excited. When he sang, he imitated the original song and stretched out his hand to pose a poss.

It's just that it doesn't have the grace and grandeur of the original song, but it adds a touch of humor.

But on today's occasion, it's enough for everyone to be happy, there's no need to be picky because of this little episode, so Du Heng sang along while enjoying himself.

After the fat man sang, he didn't step off the stage like the previous two, but started to speak with a microphone on the stage.

The fat man spoke French, and Du Heng couldn't understand it at all, so he could only ask Yao Youshi next to him in a low voice while eating, "Translator Yao, what is he talking about?"

Yao Youshi picked up and ate vegetables slowly, and when the food in his mouth had been swallowed, the fat black man on the stage had just finished speaking, so he said softly, "He said he invited his friends to help everyone. Bring on a great show."

"No way, he said a lot, why did you just say a few words?"

Yao Youshi rolled his eyes, "There are blessings in it, and there are compliments praising the friendship between him and his friends. If you want to hear it, I'll translate it all for you?"

Du Heng quickly waved his hands, changed the subject and said, "What show are you going to perform?"

"Lion dance." Yao Youshi's answer was still very concise.

Du Heng stopped the chopsticks in his hand, looked up at the stage with interest, and looked forward to the next lion dance performance, "Translator Yao, is it the southern lion or the northern lion?"

"He didn't say that, so he probably doesn't know what the Southern Lion and the Northern Lion are." Yao Youshi also looked up at the stage, "But I can also analyze this point, would you like to hear it?"

"You said."

"The influence of our country is gradually expanding, which can be seen from the fact that the whole world is celebrating the Spring Festival." Yao Youshi leaned back in his chair and said softly, "But one thing is undeniable, that That is, the stereotypes of us abroad have not changed.

For example, in the current lion dance, I estimate that there is a 90.00% probability that it will be the Southern Lion. "

"why?"

"The reason is simple, because it is the credit of Chinatowns all over the world that first presented lion dance to foreigners.

As for the composition of the earliest Chinatown personnel, upwards of 70.00% were southerners from the coastal areas. "

Yao Youshi was very calm, but when he saw the lion dance props appearing on the side of the stage, he couldn't help but straighten his back.

However, the words in his mouth did not stop, "So, most of the lion dance images that appear in the eyes of foreigners are southern lions, and even most foreigners have never seen northern lions at all, and they don't know that there are northern lions. Classification of lions.

In their eyes, the southern lion is the lion dance, and the lion dance is our specific element.

And it is also this kind of cognition that as long as it is something related to our country, activities such as lion dance and dragon dance will definitely appear. "

Stereotype?

So what stereotypes do foreigners have about Chinese people and even the country?

Du Heng turned around quickly in his head, but found that he didn't seem to pay attention to these things on weekdays, which made him really unable to think of any possible stereotypes for a while.

Just about to ask Yao Youshi again, but Yao Youshi continued, "Are you looking forward to the next performance right now?
Hehe, then I advise you not to have too much hope, I guess it is still the same as before, that is, two people play a few times with the lion's head on their head, and the meaning may disappear after a while. "

is it?

For a moment Du Heng forgot what he wanted to ask.

And just at this time, all the preparations under the stage were done, and the performance officially started, Du Heng's attention was completely attracted by the stage, and he no longer thought about the question he was going to ask just now.

And the final result, as Yao Youshi said, really is that the more hope the more disappointment.

But Du Heng still comforted himself, in this foreign country, being able to see is happiness, and there is no need to expect too much.

After the self-consolation was over, Du Heng still applauded gently for the two who took off the lion's head and began to say auspicious words on the stage.

"Yao Translator, you have been here for five or six years. Is it true that whenever there is an event, there will be a lion dance?"

While applauding, Du Heng listened to the auspicious words on the stage and smiled, but he turned to Yao Youshi and started talking.

Only this time, he didn't wait for Yao Youshi's response.

Du Heng was a little surprised. Although Yao Youshi speaks very concisely, he never ignores people, so Du Heng turned his head and looked curiously.

Seeing Yao Translator staring at the lion head on the stage with piercing eyes, Du Heng couldn't help curling his lips secretly, and even slandered in his heart: This kid is just stubborn, and he has never seen anything good, just such a dancer The lion performance was so hooked that he couldn't move his eyes.

In the time that followed, the sorority gradually turned into karaoke while eating and drinking, and no matter who it was, everyone would be invited to sing a song.

Du Heng was no exception. He was pushed up by Li Chengzu, Dede and others, and then sang "Guerrilla Song".

We are all sharpshooters, every bullet kills an enemy: we are all flying soldiers, even if the mountains are high and the water is deep. . .

Although the singing was out of season, for Du Heng, this song was the only one he could sing in its entirety.

And for this, he has to thank the Red Song Festival he held every year when he was in college.

Every time they come to this Red Song Festival, "Guerrilla Song" is their class's unshakable repertoire, because as long as they sing this song, their class will surely get a ranking.

So, this singing is five years.

After five years of singing, if I can no longer remember the lyrics, it may be that there is something wrong with my brain. This is a disease and I have to see a doctor.

But everyone was very happy, and no one was embarrassed because Du Heng sang a popular song. Instead, when it came to the chorus, everyone would sing together: . . .The enemy made it for us.

The happy sorority meeting lasted very late, and when he returned to his accommodation, Du Heng found that Yao Youshi hadn't come back.

But thinking that he is a bachelor and can have fun here, he didn't take it seriously, so after exchanging auspicious words with Sun Xin and Lee Seungjo, he went back to his bedroom and started to contact his family in China.

On the second day, when Du Heng opened his eyes, he felt listless and had no intention of going to the hospital.

But here is a foreign country after all, there is no so-called Spring Festival holiday, and they are not here for vacation, so no matter how reluctant they are, they still have to pack up and go to work.

"Dede, please translate this prescription to Yao, and let him boil the medicine out as soon as possible."

Du Heng, who packed up his mood and came to work, started working as soon as he arrived at the consultation room. As an assistant, Dede also began to be called around.

But Dede is already very familiar with these tasks. When Du Heng handed over the prescription, if there was nothing extra, he turned around and walked to the pharmacy in the backyard.

Dede goes fast and comes fast.

But this is not important, Dede is almost in this state at ordinary times.

That was today. What's strange is that the prescription that Dede just took away is still in her hand.

"Doctor Du, Translator Yao is not in the backyard."

"Not here?" Du Heng froze for a moment.

The first reaction in his mind was that this kid had a good time last night, so he was late today.

But it doesn't matter if Yao Youshi is late, the important thing is, who will take the medicine now?

Dede to boil?

Du Heng was worried.

It is the three-point poison of the medicine, especially the torment of traditional Chinese medicine. The wrong, too much, or too little grasping, even the length of cooking time, will directly affect the patient's health.

Then cook it yourself?
It's not impossible, but what about the patients outside the clinic?
Just as Du Heng was trying to solve the problem in front of him, Sun Xin walked in with Li Chengzu's nurse assistant.

"Director Sun, what's the matter?"

Sun Xin said in a low voice with a dark face, "I have something to do, go out with me now."

Du Heng obviously didn't keep up with the rhythm. He glanced blankly at the patients waiting outside and said, "I still have patients..."

"Forget it, let them go back first, or wait a while, you come with me now."

After speaking, Sun Xin turned around and left regardless of whether Du Heng agreed or not.

There was no way, Du Heng took off his white coat, quickly explained to Dede in a low voice, and hurriedly followed.

After catching up with Sun Xin, Du Heng hurriedly asked, "Director Sun, what happened?"

Sun Xin walked quickly, and after hearing Du Heng's voice, he said softly and quickly, "Yao Youshi was arrested by the police."

Du Heng was startled by the words and paused, "No way, is there a mistake?"

Sun Xin said with a dark face, "No, the police first notified Dean Solage, and he called me to notify me, and Dean Solage has already confirmed at the police station."

Du Heng was even more surprised, and walked two steps closer to Sun Xin's side and asked, "Why?"

"There was a gun attack, but fortunately there were no casualties."

"Gun?" Du Heng swallowed dryly suddenly, "He...he..."

"Let's not talk about it, let's talk about the specifics after we ask the police station." Sun Xin said in a low voice, "I asked you to come together, I was afraid that if someone couldn't get it out, I would have to ask you to look for the mining and agricultural industry. Minister of Development.

You saved his son, and he is very grateful to you. If you ask him to come forward, maybe you can make Yao Youshi's incident smaller. "

"Okay, if I really need it, I will ask Aodong's father to come forward." Du Heng agreed decisively.

When they arrived at the police station and learned about the situation, as Sun Xin expected, Yao Youshi could not be released because he broke into someone else's private estate with a gun.

However, because Yao Youshi is a foreigner, besides notifying Sun Xin here, he is in the process of reporting to the embassy.

There is no fear of life, and it is estimated that it is impossible to go to jail, but once the embassy is notified, then his work here must be over, and he will have to be sent back to the country without leaving a criminal record.

Once he follows this process, even if he returns to China, he may not be able to find a decent job in his life.

Sun Xin's face became so dark that it became the bottom of the pot. Even if the police station here did not notify the embassy, ​​he had to report to the medical team.

But thinking of getting along with each other in the past few months, Sun Xin also felt unwilling.

But what now?

Du Heng was also entangled in the same way. In the end, he still called Dede and asked her to contact Aodong's father for help, hoping that he could come forward to suppress this matter and not rise to the diplomatic level. In this way, Yao Youshi will be in the background of the official information. On, maybe there is no need to keep a record.

If it can be done, then at least he can find a decent job after returning to China.

otherwise. . . (end of this chapter)