As a first-class critical emergency expert in the United States, Coent is more than enough to be a foreign reviewer for Qi Jingsci papers. However, now he is a white-haired old man who has removed the burden of emergency department director and enjoys holidays. He likes to visit food streets, likes to eat some snacks at any time, and is free to go wherever he wants.

He had a special liking for China's national conditions, not only food, but also some customs and customs. However, Qi Jing did not expect that he would take a leave to travel to China directly.

From Beth, he asked Coenter's Chinese phone number. Qi Jing dialed the number and then realized that the old man was on the pedestrian street, not far from his home.

By the end of the year it was another weekend, and there were many people going out for fun.

The old man chose a very small store, with more than a dozen people crowding in the shop that was as big as a palm. At first glance, he looked like a human being, and two or three of them were puffed together on a table and eating the noodles that had just been cooked.

This kind of lively small shop is very common in China, but not many in the United States. Coenter was curious when he saw it, so he immediately threw himself in after taking the photo.

Danyang is also the first big open city in the country, and he is used to seeing foreigners. A group of locals caught a white-skinned foreigner, which attracted more attention and did not gain much attention.

"Teacher, did you come alone?" Qi Jing let several people pass by, and finally found some time by his side and sat down.

Coenter smiled and said, "Yes, I gave me 50,000 US dollars before. Thinking that I haven't had a good rest for several years, I simply took an annual leave and went out for a walk."

"You don't ask for more interpreters to accompany you. What should you do if you get lost?"

"No, it's a problem to follow one more person." Coent chewed the bun in his hand and shook the map. "There is an English version of the map, which is very convenient. And there are many people on the street who can speak English. Although they are not fluent, they can always understand some physical movements."

"Okay." Qi Jing looked at his shabby steamed bun and asked, "Didn't you eat?"

"I've eaten, and I haven't stopped my mouth since the morning."

As he spoke, he reported his income all morning as if he had known it. He found that he had never seen anything he had ever seen before, and he would not refuse anything. He had to taste everything before he could stop. Moreover, the old man also brought a notebook with him and would record his feelings.

I pulled off my white coat, but I didn't expect that there was a food critic hidden inside.

"To be honest, this steamed bun is so delicious." Coenter stuffed a vegetable bun in his hand into his mouth in a few seconds, and chewed it hard twice. "The outside is soft enough, the vegetables inside are very chopped and sweet and delicious. And what's the bite? It's very elastic when you bite it."

"Dried beans." Qi Jing said with a smile, "It's chopped and put in."

"driedbeancurd? Dried tofu?" Coent was still savoring the refreshing taste of salty and sweetness. "It's really amazing. Will the fresh and tender tofu in Mapo tofu become like this after drying?"

"Forehead....."

Although the expression is not accurate enough, the literal meaning is almost the same.

After savoring for a while, Coent felt that he was still not satisfied, so he even called out another bowl of curry vermicelli soup. Qi Jing happened to have not had lunch and asked for an extra bowl of beef noodles.

After three rounds of soup and five flavors, Coent thought of something other than eating: "By the way, why did you call my hospital? There must be something wrong? Are there any difficult cases that cannot be solved and I came to ask me?"

Qi Jing waved his hand with a smile, and took out the manuscript from his backpack: "I wrote a paper and was about to submit it. I had to write a list of external reviewers. I thought of you, teacher. So I wanted to call you first, but I really didn't expect you to come to Danyang for a trip."

"Oh? What paper?"

Coent put down the chopsticks that were not very easy to use, and immediately switched the foodie personality to his old career: "I remember you just graduated from undergraduate studies. According to the Chinese medical education system, you have just started. Do you have to invest in nejm?"

The implication is to question the quality of Qi Jing’s paper.

He didn't know Qi Jing for a long time, but he also got to know this child roughly in those few days. According to Qi Jing's personality, he shouldn't do anything beyond his ability, so he made it difficult to make himself feel bored. So behind the doubts, he was more curious.

After getting the manuscript, the content of the abstract was successfully attracted to Coent.

This does not require any special writing skills. Just the patient's illness and some examination results performed in the middle have given enough suspense.

The small noodle restaurant is too noisy after all, and the place is small, so it is not suitable for conversation.

The two finally changed places and sat down at Starbucks to discuss: "This patient is good and interesting. Your diagnosis idea is also very interesting. In addition to your clear thinking, you can also consider some things that others cannot see."

Just like the measles patient...

Coent said the last half of the sentence. He couldn't calm down when he was such a person with a talent for diagnosis.

Of course, the old man praised Qi Jing very well in his heart, but he was not a flattering person.

Coenter corrected the mistakes in Qi Jing's article. It includes some suspense settings in the main text and treatment methods. Too direct will only make people look boring. An interesting thing that is boring will have the opposite effect.

Qi Jing had to admit that he had no talent in papers.

If it weren't for some experience left in my previous life, I'm afraid this paper would have been asked to be reworked and overhauled. Now with Coent's help to check it, this situation could have improved a lot.

The two talked from one o'clock in the afternoon to more than three o'clock, and the coffee on the table changed two batches.

The focus of the discussion ranges from the writing techniques of the original manuscript to the discussion of various symptoms in Pei Hongying’s various periods, and then on the problems of medical equipment in China, as well as how to deal with such patients in the United States.

They are like old friends who have known each other for decades, revealing each other's shortcomings, and they are not shy about speaking. There is nothing to be embarrassed about after being hit by the weakness, and they can admit it calmly with a smile.

"I don't know where you live after chatting for a long time."

"Homeinn on that little road."

"Home Inn?" Qi Jing was a little surprised, "It's not as good as some high-end hotels in the United States. Are you used to staying there?"

"It's okay, I'm here to enjoy it," Coent said excitedly, pointing to the small notebook in his pocket, "I must record this trip well and go back and write an article to share with my friends."

After that, Qi Jing wanted to help him find a better hotel, but the old man refused.

All Coent wanted was a casual tour where he wandered around alone and then slowly found the hotel to rest. Otherwise, he could sign up for a tour group instead of his free trip now.

The old man is very stubborn, and Qi Jing has nothing to stick to.

The two left their own communication methods and said goodbye to each other at around four o'clock.

When he met Coent, Qi Jing received many valuable modification directions. He used a red pen to rewritten a lot of things on the manuscript. He will start reworking and repairing these days, and another major project will be launched.

Coent also took over the external review work. Anyway, it will take some time from the initial review to the editor's delivery to his mailbox. He would have returned to China long ago, and it happened to help Qi Jing review the manuscript. As for the result of the review, it depends on the quality of the manuscript given by Qi Jing at that time. If the content of such straightforward content is still unparalleled, he will not be able to pass his level.

Before 5 pm, Qi Jingcheng rented it to the gate of the Law School, which is one of the first master's degree examination sites in Danyang.

After five o'clock, Lu Zishan hurried out of the school gate and met her boyfriend: "It's a bit difficult to finish the exam..."

"You should be fine with your professionalism, right?"

"Yesterday's English was a bit difficult, and today's civil law was not simple, and many questions were expressed in a bit subtle way."

Qi Jing doesn't understand the law, but English is a piece of cake for him: "It shouldn't be a big problem if you pass the CET-6."

"After all, I have been abandoned for a year and haven't used it much." Lu Zishan sighed, obviously not expecting her achievements.

Qi Jing smiled and comforted, "It's okay if you can't pass the exam. I think that teacher is quite satisfied with you, and at least your work is guaranteed. I really can't pass this time, and I will continue to do the exam next year."

"The work will only get busier and busier, I hope it can pass." Lu Zishan lifted the schoolbag behind her and revealed this page, "I don't want to do this anymore, go and have a meal!"

Jinyan Bazhen Building is a restaurant that specializes in Chinese food in a prime location in Danyang. It is very high-end when it comes to its name. The decoration and dishes inside can indeed support this high-end. At least in the diners, the quality of the food in this hotel is still guaranteed.

However, in Qi Jing's eyes, there is no idea whether this kind of high-end or not.

If Bald Xu hadn't given him an ultimatum, he wouldn't even look at the hotel's sign when passing here. Even if he looked up and saw it, he would probably have said a "good name" in the end. He would definitely not have entered. The per capita consumption of 500 yuan would have long exceeded the scope of luxury for him.

The hotel is indeed high-end, and it is dinner time, and some private cars were stopped at the door one after another.

However, the two of them just got off the rental and arrived at the door. The young man who walked towards them from the hotel gate made people feel that it was not as high-end.

The man was wearing a dark blue pajamas, with tired faces on his square face and a little messy hair, and he didn't take care of it at first glance. Most people with this look appeared in the vegetable market and snack street in the morning, and they were really out of place with the brightly dressed people around him.

Qi Jing naturally knew the appearance of this person.

As soon as he met, he frowned and immediately realized something, and looked at Lu Zishan with a side face. He saw his girlfriend laughing and sticking out her tongue. Although she didn't say anything, Qi Jing knew that she had completely fallen into the trap.

Xu bald head rushed him into a big pocket, but unexpectedly, his girlfriend appeared to be with him, but in fact, she had already taken a small pocket and waited by her side before entering.

The man dragged cotton slippers and tidied his pajamas slightly, saying with a smile: "Old Qi! Zishan! Hehe, Lao Qi, you have not changed at all, Sister Zishan is getting more and more beautiful."

"You're just talking straight."

"Yes, it's almost six years..." Qi Jing couldn't help but sigh

Looking back on the three years of high school, Lu Zishan has always been a class monitor. Although her school does not have the tradition of evaluating school beauties, it has various strange lists. Lu Zishan is the number one strong woman in three consecutive years, and her academic performance, organizational ability, and prestige are recognized by everyone.

If you hold a class reunion after graduation, you will definitely not be able to avoid her, and she should be the one who will handle it.

Qi Jing thought about the last life that there were two reunions after graduating from college, but it seemed that he had never been to the reunion of high school classmates.

It’s one thing to want to go or not, and it’s another thing to ask him to go. No one comes to contact him at all, and even if he wants to go, there is no way. The reason for not contacting him is probably Lu Zishan. After the two broke up, the old squad leader said that he would not contact his ex-boyfriend. Who dares not to obey?

"You guys will have gatherings every year, right?" Qi Jing couldn't help asking.

"Yes, if it weren't for you and..." Guo Ruowei said at the beginning, and wanted to speak but stopped, "Since you've made up, it's okay."

"No wonder Xu Wenbin called me three times and said he must come!" Qi Jing suddenly realized, "I was wondering at the beginning, did the propaganda committee member who had been silent for a few years and broke out again?"

Now that the two are related, they can be connected to everything, and it is impossible to say that your woman is not making trouble behind the scenes.

Qi Jing looked back at her again. Lu Zishan couldn't stand this gaze and couldn't help but say, "I haven't seen each other for several years, and everyone misses you very much."

"Yes, yes, Lao Qi, the party without you is much less color." Guo Ruowei took off his slippers with his right foot, scratched his left leg's calves, and said, "The gatherings of Class 3 in recent years have been held here. This year, if you have you, Zishan said you don't like it, you have to change..."

Alas ~

Speaking of this, he began to complain: "There is no way. Who said that you two are the two of you? They just made up, so I have to give you enough face. Just change it. I borrowed all the villas in the suburbs of my father first, and I had to review and prepare for the exam. At the end of the year, I found a friend's travel agency to hike, but you were going to take the exam and celebrate the New Year.

When they said this, both of them couldn't help laughing.

"Just just now!" Guo Ruowei looked at his watch, "It's noon, I was about to have lunch when she suddenly called and said she wanted to change back to Bazhen Tower, which would make me trouble... a headache."

After saying that, he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, shaking his head.

"Okay, you just love to report." Lu Zishan took Qi Jing's hand and walked into the hotel, "Let's go quickly, Mr. Guo. I have seen your father upstairs, and we have to order the dishes."

"Hey? How do you know my dad is?" Guo Ruowei dragged cotton and followed, "Since I was taking care of this place, he hasn't come often."

"Your dad made an appointment tonight?" Qi Jing asked.

"Lao Qi, you are really amazing. You can guess this?" Guo Ruowei smiled and took out his fingers, bent them one by one, and said, "I hired several doctors tonight, and several bosses. There are real estate, logistics, pharmaceutical companies and medical devices."

Qi Jing nodded and followed up the stairs.

Danyang is an international city, and 2003 was also a turning point. It started with SARS, e-commerce, mobile phones, and communications.

Besides online games and finance, most of the other companies that have risen now are related to the industries mentioned by Guo Ruowei. They are indeed rich people, but it is unknown how many they are willing to take risks and how many they can help them.

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Chapter completed!