"How much does this trip cost?" The head nurse finally waited until the doctors had finished discussing.
To be honest, after getting on the plane and eating something, they started discussing and rehearsing. Only she and Lao Chen couldn't understand and couldn't speak.
Especially Zhang Fan's English, which smelled like potato eggs, made her feel depressed and wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
I don’t want to listen, but the fantastic sound will get into my ears.
I originally thought that even if I couldn't call it a trip this time, it could still be considered a trip at public expense. As a result, she almost went crazy after getting on the plane to rehearse the speech from beginning to end.
Finally, Potato English is over.
Zhao Yanfang stood up, took the coffee, and continued to study the speech.
Zhao Jingjin, however, was a bit older and a bit tired at this time, so he closed his eyes to rest.
Lao Chen and Ma Yichen seemed to have never seen the world, touching and touching.
When the head nurse saw that Zhang Fan was okay, she asked in a low voice.
"I don't know, it shouldn't be expensive. If it's too expensive, why would he buy this thing?" Zhang Fan said with his simple philosophy.
"That's right. Look at your two subordinates. They are so inexperienced." The head nurse rolled her eyes and looked at Lao Chen and Ma Yichen with contempt.
"Okay, stop laughing at me. You even sat on the sofa again and again, and you still laughed at us!" The old man Chen didn't blush at all, but he still wanted to dig into the head nurse's past.
The head nurse didn't even blush and wanted to argue with Lao Chen immediately.
Zhang Fan quickly stopped him.
His brain hurts now. I have never spoken in English for such a long time. To be honest, my brain cells have died a lot.
It must be accurate, there must be no ambiguity, and there must be action, mother!
At this time, if the two guys are noisy again, he really wants to skydive.
"How much does this trip cost for you?" For the sake of convenience, the rich man specially hired a flight attendant from the Kazakh ethnic group of China for this trip.
"About one million." The stewardess told Zhang Fan politely.
"Dollar?"
"RMB!" I don't know whether it was because of his high professionalism or because he was polite, but he didn't look contemptuous at all.
After hearing this number, Zhang Fan and the head nurse beside him looked at each other.
The head nurse didn't know what to think.
Zhang Fan seemed to think that during their trip back and forth, a rescue truck full of equipment disappeared.
Fortunately, it was a private plane, otherwise Zhang Fan and the others would have to fly to the capital first, and then fly directly from the capital to London.
But now, taking off directly from Chasu is equivalent to saving more than 2,000 kilometers and three hours.
When arriving in London, Zhang Fan felt like the capital of Sanchuan.
The weather was gloomy, and when we got off the plane, it was chilly. It didn't feel like spring at all.
"The lineup is quite large. The director of the Wellington Hepatology Department is here, the director of the hepatology department at the Royal Hospital is also here, and the director of the hepatology department at the King's Hospital is also here."
Looking at the welcoming crowd, Zhao Yanfang whispered to Zhang Fan.
"You have a very familiar head!" Zhang Fan asked curiously.
"Nonsense, when I was studying for my Ph.D., I stayed here with my mentor for half a year. The earliest liver transplant in the world was performed by the Royal Hospital. These three hospitals, especially Wellington, are the best in liver transplantation."
Zhang Fan originally had some knowledge about it when he came here, thinking that there was only one hospital, but he didn't expect that this time the head of the hepatology department of three hospitals came here.
"It seems they take us very seriously!"
Zhang Fan is in a good mood. This is mainly because Zhang Fan met too many big names in academics.
My master and uncle are all top-notch beings in the world, so it's not like flying on a private plane, which is a huge feeling of strangeness.
This thing is like a family environment.
Children from official families have been hearing about how to deal with people since childhood, while children from ordinary families often hear about how to earn more living expenses today.
Therefore, sometimes I hear some grumbling people saying that everything above the director level is passed down from family, which seems to make some sense.
Zhang Fan tried hard to speak English, but the other person's spoken language was too strong and it sounded too laborious, and the three or four people didn't seem to speak with the same accent.
Only then did Zhang Fan realize that this English also had a local accent!
To be honest, Zhang Fan studied American English, and he was already half-skilled. Now that he encountered British English with an accent, Zhang Fan was in trouble.
I was extremely upset, "Damn, I've tried so hard, but I still don't understand!"
Fortunately, she also brought a translator, and although Zhao Yanfang didn't look like an old man at ordinary times, and the department he set up was like a choir on the grassland in the morning, when he opened his mouth, he spoke in a crisp voice.
It sounds like he is as high-ranking as the second-hand dealer from Lao Ju.
After a group of people got on the bus, they headed all the way into the city.
As they walked, Zhang Fan asked Zhao Yanfang, "Why does it feel like this is an old house?"
"This is not the CBD area. We are going to the West District now, where there are almost all old buildings."
Before Zhang Fan had finished hating him, he heard the head nurse saying like a frightened horse emerging from the herd: "Look, look, look, Big Ben."
Zhang Fan turned around and glanced at the head nurse, "Hold on, it's just a big watch. Are you so nervous? Hold on!"
The head nurse glanced at Zhang Fan, but at least she was sure.
After some people go abroad, according to the scenery or scenery described by others, I won't say whether it is good or not, but they feel very excited and must take a photo.
And Zhang Fan was just like someone who came to the Three Islands to find faults, one moment he disliked this, the other moment he disliked that.
Zhao Yanfang, who originally introduced the city to everyone, could no longer introduce it.
"This is the Golden Han Palace with hundreds of years of history. It..."
"This thing doesn't have the bust size of our Tiananmen Square. It's so gray. It makes me think of my bald uncle's mansion back then."
"This is the Thames Canal..."
"Oh, it doesn't look as big as the Chasu River!" Zhang Fan looked at it dissatisfied.
Is this a size comparison? It's not steamed buns.
Zhao Yanfang said no more!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Stop talking. What you said has completely wiped out any sense of expectation in my heart." The head nurse pushed Zhang Fan, who was sitting in the front row, unhappily.
Zhang Fan chuckled and stopped talking.
It's not that Zhang Fan has an inferiority complex. It seems that when he goes to a developed country, he doesn't like anything.
Zhang Fan has been traveling around the magic city and the capital in the past few years. After walking around, I feel that the big cities in China are younger than the city in Mishima. Whether it is the people or the buildings, it gives them a sense of youth.
Because the airport is close to Cambridge, Zhang Fan and the others were arranged to go to Cambridge as their first stop. There was no grand welcome party.
The three directors who came to pick him up today could actually be said to have come to seek Zhang Fan's opinion.
Originally a liver and gallbladder speech, they wanted to add some knowledge about general surgery, such as the topic of the colon cancer paper recently published by Zhang Fan and others.
Zhang Fan agreed without much thought.
Seeing that Zhang Fan agreed, they asked Wellington's hepatobiliary director and the translator who led the team to take Zhang Fan and his party. The first one arrived in Cambridge to visit and rest.
Then I went to the venue to give a speech the next day.
There were two cars, one leading the way and the other holding Zhang Fan and the others.
The hotel where Zhang Fan is stationed looks like it has matured from the outside. But once inside, things are obviously different.
The huge chandelier looks like a cherry tree hanging upside down from the roof.
After checking that their home was safe and repairing for a while, a few people, accompanied by translators and escorts, walked around the legendary Cambridge.
For Caucasian people, especially once they are over fifteen years old, you can't guess their age. With a huge chest, a forehead with slight forehead wrinkles, and a few freckles, if she were placed in China, she would probably be a mother of at least three children.
It turns out that he is a freshman.
Zhang Fan didn't see whether the school was great or not, but what Zhang Fan saw was that the school seemed to have no walls.
"Want to go to the bathroom?" Zhao Yanfang asked in a low voice when she saw Zhang Fan looking around.
"No, why doesn't this school have a wall?"
Zhang Fan was a little curious.
Does such a famous school not even have the money to build a fence?
“There was the University of Cambridge and then the city of Cambridge, so they didn’t have walls.”
"What kind of logic is this?" Zhang Fan couldn't understand, but he wasn't confused.
For dinner, Wellington's director treated Zhang Fan to a classic British meal.
Cut the fish, chips, and tomatoes into two halves, then bake them in the oven until the surface is slightly black, and you have a dish.
Beef and kidney pie, royal butter chicken, beetroot soup.
To be honest, when the recipe was brought out, I was half a person tall.
But the quality of the dishes and the real chicken are not good.
To be honest, Zhang Fan is a good talker, but this thing depends on its appearance. Compared to Chinese cuisine, saying this thing is average is a bit insulting to Chinese cuisine.
A round sausage, grilled like a black tattoo with circles.
The tableware is quite exquisite.
Silver forks, silver knives, porcelain plates.
But Zhang Fan really couldn't stand the taste of the food. On the other hand, Zhang Fan reluctantly ate some of the so-called dessert.
After dinner, Wellington's director left.
Zhang Fan and the others took some photos next to the legendary apple tree and looked at the surrounding buildings that looked like they had growth rings caused by the rain.
Zhang Fan and the others returned to the hotel.
When entering the lobby, an Asian lady came over.
"Hello, Professor Zhang, I am Zeng Huiyu, the president of GlaxoSmithKline Asia. It is an honor to meet you today. Hello, experts!" He said while handing out business cards.
It turns out that GlaxoSmithKline is waiting for Zhang Fan here.
This Ms. Zeng was alone and had the air of going to a meeting alone.
Black frames, small suit, white shirt, suit skirt, and I don’t know if she is wearing stockings. Anyway, she looks very smooth and not very old. Zhang Fan took a look at the relaxation of the muscles in the other person’s neck and eye bags. He was about three years old. Between fifteen and forty years old.
On her feet was a pair of black leather shoes with a slight slope.
Although he is alone, his momentum is not inferior to that of Zhang Fan and his group.
According to the Mishima people, this lady can be considered a noble. Her ancestor was the one who massacred the capital of the Kingdom of Heaven.
