Chapter 388 Expressing a Speech

Cars drive through the streets of Philadelphia. This is the fifth largest city in the United States. It used to be the capital of the United States. The streets are full of stars, but they are very quiet. The river runs through the city, and the city hall is in the center of the city. Crossing McKate Street in the central square, you arrive at the City Hall.

The city hall is a typical Gothic founding state, as well as a bell tower. The scale is not too large, and no one is on duty with a gun in front of the gate of the city hall. Citizens can enter and exit the hall at will.

Two staff members brought Zhen Fan and the three into the city hall, and first waited in a reception room. Two staff members told them that the mayor would have time to meet them in an hour. And all he had to do before was stay here, and maybe someone would come over and ask something.

When the two of them left, Lance couldn't help but look around the reception room. The layout was relatively simple, and there were some imitated world famous paintings on the wall, which looked very elegant and attractive.

A member of staff came back, brought three cups of instant brew coffee, each with a straw stuck in the box, and left again. After a quarter of an hour or so, two people came in, one of whom was the man who claimed to be from the Department of Homeland Security. He asked Zhen Fan, Lance, and Helena a few questions.

It was nothing more than why they came to Philadelphia, where they started from, and what places they passed on the way, and the official of the Homeland Security Bureau already knew Zhen Fan, knew that he was a big star, a former American hero, or H. C． The brewer of D wine is also the first Chinese to open a Chinese medicine clinic in Beverly Hills.

As for Lance and Helena, he had already found out their details, they were very clean, and there was no possibility of terrorism at all. This made him very relieved, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"This is a common practice, and it may be a bit uncomfortable!" The man smiled and explained the reason to Zhen Fan, and apologized, "We must give honor to those who don't look like terrorists, otherwise this will be a disaster." To be the laughing stock of the whole world. We have to be careful."

"I can understand!" Zhen Fan nodded, such an honor should be treated with caution.

The man nodded, expressing his appreciation for Zhen Fan's attitude, and knowing that he might not be very popular here, he resigned and left. Only Zhen Fan and the others were left in the room.

"If I had known it would be such a hassle to receive the award, I wouldn't have come here!" Lance complained.

Helena said in a mocking tone: "Fortunately, you were not the recipient of the award, so you are still here!"

Lance was speechless. I had no choice but to look around again, seeing nothing to look at, so I sat down. And Zhen Fan sat quietly with his eyes closed from the beginning to the end, as if thinking about his own affairs,

Immerse yourself in your own world.

"Tuk tuk!" Someone knocked on the door. Then the door was unlocked, and a young female staff member came in, smiled at Zhen Fan and the three of them: "The mayor has free time now, I can learn from you, come with me!"

Zhen Fan opened his eyes, stood up, and said nothing. He followed the woman out, Helena and Lance followed closely behind. After going up a flight of stairs and turning two turns, I arrived at a small reception room. In this small reception room, a tall black man in his forties or fifties, wearing a gray suit, stood at the head of the reception room.

This person is the mayor of Philadelphia, Mike Rui. Nat, and there are three chairs under the main seat in the reception room. The chairs were filled with journalists and invited people who participated in the rescue at that time. The staff asked Lance and Helena to sit on the chairs below, and guided Zhen Fan to stand next to the main seat.

There were five other people standing in a row with Zhen Fan. One of them he knew was Allen of Duke University School of Medicine. Dr. Frankel, he was very happy to see Zhen Fan, and gave him a big hug.

"Hello, I knew I would see you again, but I didn't expect the time to come too soon. But it happened last night, and we met again today!" Dr. Frankel was very happy to chat with Zhen Fan.

"Who knows, the world is fickle!" Zhen Fan said, and glanced at several other people. Sure enough, they were all the doctors and ambulance personnel who were there last night.

People came one after another, and after a few minutes, almost all the staff arrived. Mayor Turner began to speak. At this time, he put on a pair of glasses and looked more refined.

It's nothing more than gratitude to these ambulance workers, how many lives they saved, and then saying thank you on behalf of Philadelphia, which is the same as all the official phrases. The reporters in the audience are taking pictures and taking pictures. Then there is the awarding session, which is done by the mayor himself.

Ribbons were hung, medals were awarded, and an exquisite wooden box was opened. Inside was a medal. From the letters, it could be seen that it was the honor of an honorary citizen.

Then the six honorary citizens spoke separately. Because it was Zhen Fan who stood last, he was also the last one to take the stage, and before that was Dr. Frankel. The first few expressed gratitude, making it the same as Hollywood acceptance speeches, which is a bit boring.

"Here, what I want to say is that the first person I want to thank is Dr. Zhen!" Dr. Frankel also said the same thing, but he is not thanking others, who is indeed standing here like him. , this is a bit interesting, so many people set their sights on Zhen, including those journalists.

"What I admire very much is his medical skills. The ancient Chinese medicine has shocked me again and again, especially he can stop the internal bleeding of the wound with acupuncture. God, it is unbelievable. If this technology can be spread, I will How dare Zhen Fan apply for the Nobel Prize..."

Well, Dr. Frankel, this is not a medical classroom, or an academic lecture hall, this is the mayor's office at the city hall where honorary citizens are awarded. Zhen Fan started down there, muttering to Dr. Frankel from the bottom of his heart. This guy is here to say this, Zhen Fan will be criticized by the newspapers and the Internet tomorrow!

"Okay, we invite the last speaker - Dr. Zhen." Mayor Mike Rui. At this time, Nat interjected at the right time, interrupting the long speech that Frankel was about to prepare, and his academic lecture.

Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders at Frankel, expressing his helplessness, then walked forward, stood in front of the speaking microphone, and looked at the audience and reporters in front of him.

"If today's honor was not awarded, I would be very grateful to God!" Zhen Fan used the most common language used by Westerners. God is actually too nothing for Zhen Fan, and it is just a kind of human spirit. Just trust. But today he borrowed such a vain name.

"Because without this honor today, there would be no serious car accident last night. May they rest in peace. God forgive them and accept them!" Zhen Fan said and made a sign of the cross on his chest. Then Shi Shi ran down and blinked at Lance and Helena.

Suddenly there was applause on and off the stage.

It has to be said that Zhen Fan cleverly took advantage of people's boredom of the previous few speeches, and achieved a surprising effect. Some reporters even had already thought of the topic, which was about Zhen Fan's brief speech.

So far, the awards ceremony is officially over. At this time, many staff members brought fine wine again, and everyone held their glasses and raised their wine to celebrate this award ceremony. Although the scale is small, journalists from several large newspapers and the Internet have come, and the impact is estimated to be immeasurable.

After drinking the wine in the glass, the music finally came to an end, and everyone was ready to leave. Zhen Fan casually held the box in his hand, and chatted with Dr. Frankel while walking.

"Have you thought about it? I suggest that you take a part-time job at the Duke University School of Medicine. I hope you can spread your methods of needle pricking and finger bleeding. This is a great discovery in the history of human medicine. We can't Such a waste of the talent that God gave us, this is too..." He originally wanted to say it was too shameful, but suddenly felt that it was really unfair to Zhen Fan, so he stopped abruptly.

"No, I'm not interested in teaching, and...if I don't understand the essence of Chinese culture, I'm afraid it will be difficult to learn such a technique. It's not that I don't teach, but that Duke University or other medical schools don't have it. Cultural atmosphere, maybe the time has not come! I am very sorry, Doctor Frankel!" Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders, and could only refuse Frankel's kindness.

"Okay, okay, but... If one day we can achieve the atmosphere you mentioned, will you come to coach?" Frankel looked at Zhen Fan with great anticipation.

"Of course, I am very willing!" Zhen Fan nodded.

This is just a good wish. The arrogance of Americans makes it impossible to create a learning atmosphere with a very Chinese cultural heritage in universities, unless China will be the boss for a hundred years in the future.

The two said something again before leaving. Zhen Fan, Lance and Helena are preparing to leave the city hall together. While walking, Lance gave Zhen Fan a thumbs up and said triumphantly, "I really didn't realize that you are really good at speeches. One day you won't be a doctor, you can become a politician!"

"You want me to lie to others every day, be ruthless, or trade anything, things or even emotions?" Zhen Fan looked at Lance, shook his head and smiled.

"Of course not!" Lance quickly defended.

"Then I still can't be a politician, because I don't have the basic elements of those politicians!" Zhen Fan laughed, and walked towards the front hall first.

"Hey, wait, Doctor Zhen!" Suddenly a voice came from behind, and a staff member ran towards Zhen Fan panting, "Doctor Zhen, please wait, Mayor Turner would like to invite Mr. Zhen to talk for a while !" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.) 9