In the case of the Shanghai Febrile Disease School Branch, there are four people on the finals list. Among them, there are only one hundred and fifty people in the mainland, which is a good result in Yang Yixian's opinion.

Also, this time the Vietnam Oriental Medicine Competition is not an official invitational tournament, but anyone who wants to participate in it. In this case, many members of the club can learn a lot.

If it is a traditional Chinese medicine competition held in South Korea, Japan and other countries, it is a standard formal invitational competition. Only when there is a certain degree of popularity in the country, will you be invited to participate in the competition.

However, this is not the case here in Vietnam, so I have seen some.

As for the list of entries from the finals to the finals, in Yang Yixian and Ye Jing's opinion, if there are members of the Febrile Disease School branch, it is best to enter, and if they do not enter, then they also feel nothing.

After all, those who can enter the finals are all master doctors from all over the world.

As for Yang Yixian talking about this with Ye Chen in advance, that is, after the list of finals comes out tomorrow, they may fly back to Shanghai in advance, so it is naturally impossible to go back with Ye Chen.

"So going back soon?" Ye Chen asked.

"Don't you want to go back soon?" Yang Yixian asked.

If it were not for the competition, Yang Yixian would not want to come to a country where winter is like summer. Therefore, knowing this result, I am naturally willing to return to Shanghai sooner.

Ye Chen also missed the situation in Shanghai, but he knew that he would definitely not be able to leave before his own affairs were done.

What's more, now I have to give Wu Yu's uncle acupuncture and moxibustion to treat edema, and it will take another week or so.

"In any case, you should be on the list of the finals, and you will win honors to the Shanghai Chinese medicine community at that time." Yang Yixian said.

In the past, he thought Ye Chen was a very good person, especially in Chinese medicine.

This time, it can be seen that Ye Chen's Chinese medicine skills are really better than others.

However, Ye Chen was not willing to join the Febrile Disease School Branch, otherwise, he would definitely compete for a place for the Febrile Disease School Branch to provide the Febrile Disease School with a reputation.

Ye Chen came here, basically, he already knew what Yang Yi was going to say first, and it was also helpful to him.

If Yang Yixian and the others had to go back to Shanghai in advance, Ye Chen would naturally want Liao Bingxue and his two daughters to fly back with Yang Yixian and them.

Because Ye Chen didn't know what else might happen then.

However, thinking of Huang Xiaowei's own situation, if he had a heart attack, how could he fly back in time to give him acupuncture?

Therefore, if Huang Xiaowei wants to stay, Ye Chen would rather leave Liao Bingxue to take care of her.

The two sat there and talked until about nine o'clock in the evening. Among them, Yang Yixian, as the vice president of the Shanghai Febrile Disease School, knew more about this Eastern Medical Contest than he knew clearly.

From Yang Yixian's case, it is possible to know the true level of the participants in various countries, and how far they are from the level of Chinese competitors.

At ten o'clock in the evening, I was finished talking. Ye Chen stood up and was about to leave and said, "Professor Yang, if you go back then, call me and let me know."

"Okay, it's late, you can go back and rest too." Yang Yixian said.

Now he is more satisfied with Ye Chen's look. However, if Ye Chen is Liao Wenen's disciple, and he is unwilling to join the Febrile Disease School, he can only have a good relationship with Ye Chen as much as possible.

Ye Chen paid for the tea, came out of the coffee shop, went outside the hotel, and walked along the roadside. He found that Hanoi was quite lively at night.

Of course, in the long streets, he still saw a lot of Vietnamese snacks and supper, most of which are mainly seaside seafood.

When Ye Chen was in Shanghai, he seldom ate supper, except when he was not full. However, now that there are many people operating on the roadside, Ye Chen walked over to take a look and found that the sanitation level was average, similar to those of the street vendors or food stalls on the roadside in China.

Ye Chen found a food stall and sat down, prepared to order a few local Vietnamese dishes to eat, and when he finished eating, he packed a portion and brought it back to Liao Bingxue and the two daughters.

When Ye Chen sat down, he ordered according to the pattern marked on the simple recipe, and asked for two more bottles of local Vietnamese beer. He sat there, opened a bottle of beer and took a sip, and found out that the weather in Vietnam is now for supper and in Shanghai. Summer supper is almost the same.

When the chef in the food stall was cooking Ye Chen, he heard a cry not far away, Ye Chen looked not far away, and suddenly saw a dozen black and thin Vietnamese men holding knives as if chasing them. A few people in front.

Now not only Ye Chen is watching, but the other diners sitting there eating are also watching.

Because Ye Chen didn't understand Vietnamese, he didn't know what the people around him were saying. However, judging by the appearance of those people, it should be a gang fight.

Judging from the public security environment in Vietnam, Ye Chen knows that Vietnam is more chaotic at night, and now it’s not a big deal to encounter the underworld fighting.

Ye Chen felt that the local gangs in Hanoi were fighting there. Naturally, he couldn't pay attention. He sat there and continued to drink beer, waiting for the waiter at the food stall to bring him the food. He found that the group continued to chase the others. People passed to him.

Moreover, the first few people should be in the same group. Several of them were already severely chopped down to the ground. Then Ye Chen seemed to hear someone speaking Chinese, the kind of Chinese with a dialect.

"Boss, run!"

. . .

When the few people in front fell down, they were all shouting in Chinese. The more Ye Chen heard it, the more clearly he became surprised. How come the gang members here in Vietnam also speak Chinese?

When Ye Chen looked over, he could see a few meters outside, a middle-aged man in his 40s had blood stains on his clothes. He ran and slid and hit several people on the street, scaring ordinary people. Dodge hastily.

When he ran not far from Ye Chen, he was about to lie on the ground, if it weren't for the tables and stools in front of him, they would have fallen.

Of course, the dozen people in the back group continued to shout there in Vietnamese. Among the first few people, except for the middle-aged man who is closest to Ye Chen now, all others fell to the ground and were then caught by the group. The man stabbed desperately with a knife, shouting that he was beating with an iron pipe.

If both of them were Vietnamese gangs, Ye Chen would naturally ignore them. If these Vietnamese monkey dogs bite the dogs, they would die.

However, it would be different if the few people who were hunted down were from China. Under this circumstance, other ordinary people might not dare to help, but Ye Chen could not die.

When Ye Chen stood up and still did not see the middle-aged man's face clearly, the group of black, thin, and tattooed Vietnamese men at the back had surrounded the middle-aged man.

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