Great Power Army Reclamation

Dieter Schwartz looked at Erhong who was driving in front of him with a smile, and said: "Erhong, why don't you go to Germany? I'll hire you as the manager of LIDL's head office. Dasha is really not as good at developing this aspect. you."

Er Hong shook his head and refused: "Grandpa Dieter Schwarz, I am only in my twenties. How can you guarantee that I will not be as good as you when I reach your age? The Chinese market can surpass your entire market." Europe. Do you want to restrict my development?"

"Pfft", Yao Shuyi burst out laughing, raised her thumb and praised: "Yes, we have to attack this arrogant foreigner. We don't have to reach his age. Er Hong will have more assets than you in ten years!"

Erhong nodded: "I think so too. I don't have the ability to develop high-tech enterprises like Yuze, but I can't make any worse money than him."

Ye Yuze sneezed a few times, wondering who was talking about him. At this time, he was exchanging experiences with several Chinese medicine practitioners. Now several Chinese medicine doctors have come to Harvard Medical School, and Ye Yuze is explaining to them some of the knowledge he knows.

After all, different races have different tolerances to acupuncture and Chinese medicine. He had to teach his fellow citizens what he knew.

It's just that it's hard to be a good person, so a doctor from a family of traditional Chinese medicine in Jiangsu looked a little disdainful. His family has been practicing medicine for five generations, and he is also a professor at a medical school. How can he be convinced by someone like Ye Yuze who has studied Chinese medicine for several years and has no clinical experience?

This guy's name is Su Haoran. He is over forty years old. He wears a Chinese gown and has a long beard. He looks quite immortal.

Ye Yuze felt helpless towards such people. Regardless of their identity and status, they were much higher than him. Just look down on them and just say less about them in the future.

After walking out of the office, Ye Yuze went to ask for leave from Old John. Ever since he started treating Soros, Duoye Yuze had basically been commuting to and from get off work on time this year. He felt uncomfortable because the world was so big and he wanted to see it.

Old John knew Ye Yuze's purpose when he saw him, and said with some worry: "Ye, I'm afraid that your compatriots will not be as good at technology after you leave?"

Ye Yuze waved his hand quickly: "You are overthinking. They are all good doctors who have studied for many years and have been clinical for many years. No one of them is better than me. To be honest, in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, I am just a rookie."

What Ye Yuze said was not a lie. Regardless of his knowledge and clinical experience, there was no way he could compare with the newcomers, especially Su Haoran, who was one of the best in the group.

Originally a visiting professor and visiting scholar, Old John's control over Ye Yuze was not strong. He had been staying here honestly for more than a year. If he wanted to go out and see him, he had no right to stop him, so naturally he had to let him go.

However, I still made an agreement with Ye Yuze, that is, I must stay at Harvard for one month every year. If there are any special circumstances, Ye Yuze must come to help as much as possible.

Ye Yuze nodded and agreed, but hesitated before leaving: "John, my master Liu Xiangdong has gone to Junken City to concentrate on research."

"I think you should also go take a look. The emergence of Bushikang and Fengshining is not accidental. There are unique land conditions and drug resources. If you guys come up with something like Maishutong together, it will be really great. His name will last forever.”

John was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes started to shine. But then he glanced at Ye Yuze suspiciously: "Are you trying to tempt me to go to your military reclamation city?"

Ye Yuze turned around and left: "Whether you want to go or not, I'm begging you to say the same thing. Who will regret it if you go late?"

John walked around the room, feeling extremely agitated. Ye Yuze's words were like a spark that began to burn in his heart filled with tangled grass and turned into a flame.

His reputation has become quite big over the years, and he is also an expert and authority on cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases in the world. But does he really have any special contribution? Not really.

All he has is rich clinical experience and treatment methods. If a specific medicine could really be developed, what would be the result?

No need to ask, it will definitely go down in history! No matter how many years pass, the name John will always be a little star in human history.

The flames finally turned into a fire, burning his whole body to boiling point. He strode to the principal's office, asking for leave to conduct research.

The principal could not refuse Old John's request, even though he knew that the hospital's efficiency would definitely be affected after he left, but there was nothing he could do.

Not only could he not refuse, but he also needed strong support, so Old John took a few assistants and a batch of state-of-the-art equipment and embarked on a flight to China.

Ye Yuze naturally had to go with him. Whoever made him the initiator, at least he had to make arrangements for John before coming back.

Rejecting the offer of stay and hospitality from his colleagues in the capital, Old John and his party only stayed in the capital for two days before boarding the train to Northern Xinjiang again.

The reason why he took the train was at his own request. He wanted to experience the scenery of northern Xinjiang.

In fact, it is much more comfortable to sit in a soft sleeper carriage than to fly. Isn’t it just three days and four nights? Just watch the scenery during the day and sleep at night.

The train moves all the way to the west, and the scenery outside the window changes with the region. Until he saw the boundless Gobi Desert, tamarisk trees, and poplar trees, Old John began to look shocked.

"Yuze, do you live in such an environment?"

Ye Yuze shook his head: "It used to be, but it's not the same since we came."

When I was young, I didn't have many feelings about the Corps, because the environment was like that since I was a child. As I grow older, I understand more and more about the dedication of my fathers.

Those are a group of people who go to the Gobi Desert for food with only shovels and pickaxes! They did not occupy any of the land and pastures of the local people, but dug out oases in this barren land with their hands.

Ye Yuze can also do this, but it requires a lot of mechanical work. If he were allowed to swing a pickaxe like his father, he would definitely run faster than anyone else.

When we entered the boundary of Junken City, large tractors were plowing and sowing seeds on the neat land.

Cattle and sheep gnawed greedily on the grass that had just sprouted. The buildings in the distance rise one after another, like a jungle of steel and concrete.

Old John's eyes opened wider and wider, and then he looked at Ye Yuze: "Are you saying that this is all the Gobi Desert?"

Ye Yuze nodded proudly, full of respect for his fathers.

The train drove into Junken City. The neat buildings were arranged in an orderly manner like soldiers. The streets were clean and tidy. The wind and sand from the northwest left no trace on the city.

"A miracle, it should be called Hero City!" Old John murmured.

After getting off the car, Ye Wancheng and Liu Xiangdong were already waiting there in person.

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