Yang Yuying was urged to take a few more bites and couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.

"You said, are foreigners really smarter? We Chinese people are not good at brains?"

Yang Fan suddenly asked.

Yang Yuying blinked: "If you don't mention anything else, look at our Chinese cuisine, and then look at the food they eat from foreigners. When we think about our delicacies, they still eat raw meat and drink blood. Then we know which side of our brains is not good."

Yang Fan burst out with a whisper.

"It's very good."

After dinner, the two of them chatted for a few minutes, then got up to work again.

Most Chinese people in the entire factory are busy, and only two experts hired with high salaries seem very leisurely.

Not far away, British experts had finished eating the steak, took out a handkerchief, and wiped their mouths and fingers carefully.

Two girls with long braids came over to clean up the table for them.

One of the younger British men looked up and their eyes seemed to be lit.

The younger girl with braids is wearing a very old school outfit, a white jacket and a loose blue long skirt. She doesn't show off her figure very much, but she is tall and has a slightly plump figure. She looks particularly beautiful when worn like this.

"May I have your name?"

The British man looked at her with interest, and naturally reached out and grabbed the girl's hand and pushed the person into his arms. The girl staggered, stunned at first, then widened her eyes, screamed in a daze, and broke free, picked up the tray and slammed it on the British man's head.

The attack came too suddenly, and the British obviously did not be alert. They dodged backwards and lost their center of gravity in an instant, and fell down with a thump in the man and the chair.

Bang!

Click!

"ah!"

Unfortunately, his leg suddenly hit the table. The table hit the wall. The big bonsai on the balcony swayed and fell down with a clang, hitting his leg heavily!

"Ahhhhhh!"

His companion was so shocked that his face turned pale: "Angus!"

The workers and students who were resting and working in shifts around them didn't care about what they were doing for a while, and rushed to the front of them and lifted the person from the ground.

As soon as this guy moved, the British screamed in a shrill voice.

"Don't touch it, help, ambulance, I'm going to the hospital!"

Angus screamed constantly, his face sweating profusely in pain, and he held his legs and was almost speechless on the chair.

"Quick, hurry up, Dr. Wang is here."

A worker ran to call the doctor. Soon, a gray-haired old doctor arrived in a hurry, carrying a medicine box in his hand, came over to see Angus' wound, frowned and said, "This is a bone injury. Come on, apply pain-relieving herbs first, and then bandage the bone."

Dr. Wang quickly opened the box, took out a can of ointment from it, and was about to cut open the British trouser legs and apply it to him.

Before he could do anything, the injured companion pushed the person away and stopped him: "What are you going to do? We have to go to the hospital and find a doctor, don't touch him."

Yang Fan and Yang Yuying were also there, just in time to act as translators. Yang Fan felt unhappy and spoke a little urgingly: "We Dr. Wang are doctors. He is helping your friends to relieve pain. Why are you messing with me?"

"China has no, no medical skills, and cannot cure diseases."

This person may spit out a few Chinese words, stare at the medicine bottle in Dr. Wang's hand, and shake his head vigorously.

Angus's face turned purple at this time, and blood gushed from his legs. He blocked himself for a long time, but the blood still soaked his robe and flowed all over the floor.

Because of excessive blood loss, others began to get confused and just moaned quietly.

Yang Fan was so angry: "Who is willing to care about him?"

I want to save this bastard, not for the factory, for the machine, for the order, for the dean, for the teacher's salary, for the students' scholarships, for the students?

If it weren't for this, he would have no choice but to live or die.

Several translators took turns to work, but they couldn't make any sense.

The tall and powerful British expert stood in front of his injured companion and asked with one force: "We are going to Anren Hospital!"

Yang Yuying looked at the wound and seemed to have damaged the artery.

Although it is rare in the world that a fall hurts the artery, if you don’t care, it will be a life that will be explained in front of her.

Yang Yuying stared at the guy who was still making trouble and said coldly: "Do you think our Chinese medical skills are useless?"

"Those things are unscientific!"

The British frowned and looked impatient.

Yang Yuying took out a silver needle from Dr. Wang's medicine box and grabbed his arm with one hand.

"What are you doing?" the other party was shocked.

Yang Yuying instantly raised the needle and fell, and the silver needle penetrated the other party's arm, swinging slightly in the wind.

"Now, your right leg can no longer move."

Yang Yuying nodded with satisfaction.

The British were confused: "Ah?"

He instinctively stepped forward, but he threw himself down and hit the table. His face suddenly turned white and his forehead was sweating.

His entire right leg was out of control. He could clearly feel it, but he could not move. He immediately stared at Yang Yuying in horror: "Witchcraft!"

Yang Yuying pushed the person aside without a smile, turned around and said to Dr. Wang: "Doctor Wang, hurry up and stop the bleeding for this Mr. Angus. Even if you want to go to the hospital, you must stop the bleeding first."

Dr. Wang quickly responded and stepped forward to work.

The injury seems serious, but it is in the eyes of the patient and is not a big deal for the doctor.

Dr. Wang skillfully bandaged and fixed the British man, and laughed: "The little girl is so accurate in recognizing the acupoints, and her technique is powerful. I won't know your move, but I heard from my master."

Yang Yuying chuckled: "I'm not a doctor, this is just a trick of being a slut. You can play with it, but you can't cure your illness."

Her words are the truth.

Yang Yuying's family has a new doctor, Lin Jianzhulin Young Marshal, who is the real miracle doctor who has the flesh and bones of life and death. Of course, there is no need for her to study medical skills repeatedly, and she is not very interested.

However, those who practice martial arts still need to study the acupoints in depth.

Angus' companion, Frank, a slightly old-fashioned British man, stared at the slightly trembling silver needle on his arm. It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he was full of disbelief.

"Incredible, this is a miracle! The miracle of witchcraft!"

He still regards traditional Chinese medicine as witchcraft, but his ideas are completely different from his previous ones. Now he is curious and longing.

In fact, most of the people who do not believe in traditional Chinese medicine are the ones in China.

Foreigners are in a stage of half-believing and half-doubting in the efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine, and some foreigners even think that traditional Chinese medicine is mysterious.

But Mr. Frank was particularly rational. Well, he seemed to be unable to get rational when he saw the needle on his left arm and the right leg could not move.

After stopping the bleeding and bandaging the wound, Angus' condition gradually stabilized, the pain subsided, he recovered slightly, and became full of energy. He felt the constant pain in his legs and was furious.

"Rude barbarians, you dare to hit me. This matter is not over. I will go to the police station to sue you!"

Although many people don’t understand his words, they always understand his expression.

After I started translatorial work, I felt very unhappy.

The girl who was in trouble glared at him viciously. If two classmates hadn't hugged her waist hard and tried their best to stop her, they would have rushed up to bite people when they saw the girl's appearance.

Frank held down his colleague, looked at Yang Yuying with caution, and then looked at the Braided Girl. Thinking of the crazy spirit of the Braided Girl when she hit someone just now, he suspected that she could do witchcraft.

Especially when I saw Yang Yuying standing not far away and sneering, my heart was even more upset.

There is no saying in China that heroes do not suffer immediate losses. Now they are weak and Angus is seriously injured and is not suitable to make enemies everywhere.

A farce ended at the moment when the ambulance arrived.

There was one expert missing, and the factory work stopped immediately. Frank didn't come at all, and he even called himself taking care of his colleagues.

According to Mr. Frank, they went to China alone and had no relatives around them. Now that their friends are injured and have difficulty moving, he is not at ease to hand over the care of others, so he can only go by himself.

In just one day, the workers and leadership in the factory were panicked. Director Xin of the Academy of Engineering looked at the remaining parts on the ground and stared at the complex assembly drawings, feeling that the sky was about to collapse.

While Yang Yuying was flipping through the nameless scroll, she stepped into the factory door one by one. She heard a burst of crying. She looked up and saw two workers squatting on the ground and crying with their heads in their arms. Many of them were squatting on the ground in a daze.

The factory is their life. Without the factory, everyone has no food and clothing, so they have to cry.

President Xin of the Academy of Engineering was there a few days ago. He had just met him in the morning. His hair was combed neatly, his beard was unshaven, and his eyes were thick. He was persuaded to rest now. It was probably difficult to rest. He must have been entrusted with relationships and to find a way.

"I always thought Mr. Frank was more gentler than that pig, but I didn't expect... to be this kind of virtue."

Yang Fan said angrily.

"If it weren't for the machines we built, it would be really bad... Humph."

Yang Yuying changed her posture and looked around. Suddenly she felt strange: The machines in China are much worse than those in foreign countries?

Their Dashun has a very small gap in industry with other countries. The Imperial City Siyinzhu has a special spy in charge. She has not paid much attention to it, but she also knows that all countries have sent missions to Dashun to learn ship technology. This at least shows that Dashun has a leading position in the ship manufacturing industry.

"The assembly drawings are available and the manual is available. I see that the workers brought by Master Wang are quite skillful, so we can do it ourselves. There is no need to rely on two outsiders."

Yang Fan: “…”
To be continued...