After making the phone call, Wu Mingliang said: "I've contacted you. The people from the Sudanese Ministry of Health asked us to wait at the airport. They immediately sent a car to send troops to escort us to the plague outbreak area. Everyone should rest nearby and don't go far."

"Okay!" Everyone responded in unison, and they didn't walk around and rested. After all, many of them had been to Africa several times and knew the situation in this place. Here, only collective action is safe. If you are alone, you can easily get accidents.

Everyone was resting, and a team of foreigners walked out of the airport, with a population of more than fifty. The leader was a middle-aged man in his fifties and fat. When he saw Wu Mingliang and others, his lips immediately curled up and he showed a smile.

But this smile seems to be sneering with a sarcastic sneer, and I can't feel the friendship at all.

Everyone from the International Medical Rescue Team also saw this team. Jiang Zhu frowned and muttered with an unhappy look: "Damn, are you so unlucky? I just arrived in Sudan and had not left the airport, but I met this guy..."

"Sister Jiang Zhu, do you know these people? Some of them have offended you before?" Zhao Yuan asked curiously. Sometimes he is quite gossipy.

Before Jiang Zhu could answer, he heard the middle-aged foreigner leading the team greeting in English: "Look at who this is? This Chinese Wu and his medical rescue team. Wow, I really didn't expect that I would meet you here. Why, you are also here for the Sudan rescue?"

Wu Mingliang's face was not very good either, but he replied: "That's right. Dr. White, I'm very happy to see you and the American medical rescue team you led."

Dr. White smiled and said, "I am very happy to see you. I am worried that there are not enough people this time. Although you Chinese doctors have poor medical skills, it is still possible to help our people. So, after you arrive at the medical center, you have to follow our instructions."

The group of American medical rescue team members behind him burst into laughter in unison after hearing this.

Wu Mingliang's face looked even more ugly. He wanted to be polite, but he didn't expect that he was regarded as easy to bully by others. He immediately fought back: "Dr. White, your evaluation is probably wrong, right? The number of injured people we have successfully treated in Southeast Asia was above you!"

Hearing this, White couldn't help but snorted coldly. This matter has always been regarded as a dark history by him.

But he was not at all surrendered and said, "It's different. That time, our people were not adapted to the Southeast Asian environment and failed to exert all their strength. Besides, the typhoon attack caused most of the trauma, and routine surgery and treatment are enough. But this time, the outbreak in Sudan is a new plague that left many national medical rescue teams helpless! If you want to find a way to cure this disease, you must have superb medical skills! Only American doctors can do this. You Chinese doctors, please honestly help us."

As soon as these words were said, all the members of the medical rescue team who understood it were very angry, and several people even went up to theory with Dr. White. The people brought by Dr. White also stood up and shouted, "What do you want to do? Do you want to fight?"

These Americans, in terms of size and size, are above the members of the Chinese medical rescue team. They rushed forward and felt very oppressive.

Wu Mingliang hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't be impulsive. We came to Sudan for medical rescue, not for fighting with others! Come back for me!"

Dr. White was also drinking his own people, but his words were a bit sarcastic: "Come back, don't worry, these Chinese people are the most cowardly, they dare not fight with us. Don't bully them, look at their thin arms and legs. If you touch them gently, they will break their hands and feet, we have to give them a medical expense, which is not cost-effective."

The American doctors and nurses he brought made a laugh again.

At the same time, Jiang Zhu also introduced Zhao Yuan: "This group of people is a rescue team in the United States. The leader is White. He is a doctor from Baylor Medical College. He is a arrogant and sarcastic guy. In his eyes, except for American doctors, doctors from other countries are garbage, especially hostile to our Chinese doctors..."

"Why?" Zhao Yuan asked in confusion.

"The West has always been prejudice against us." Jiang Zhu replied.

Zhao Yuan nodded and asked again: "What did Dr. White say? Why are everyone so angry?"

His English proficiency can only be said to be average. If it is written, he can read it a little, but his speaking is not very good. Especially Dr. White's English also has some accents and slang from the western United States, which makes him even more confused.

Jiang Zhu gritted his teeth and said, "It's still the same thing. He said that our medical skills are not good, and he also said that we are cowardly and dare not conflict with them. He laughed at our thin arms and legs as if we were not their opponents. Humph, if it weren't for the impact, we would have let him know that even if we are not as strong as Americans, we have to fight and beat them up!"

Zhao Yuan's eyes rolled and suddenly said, "Sister Jiang Zhu, help me translate it. I have something to say to Dr. White."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Zhu asked curiously.

Zhao Yuan curled his lips and laughed: "Didn't he say that our medical skills are not good? Then let me compete with them with medical skills! See who can find a way to cure this plague as soon as possible!"

"Are you going to write a letter of war with them?" Jiang Zhu exclaimed in a burst of voice.

This sentence attracted the eyes of the medical rescue team. Wu Mingliang frowned and said, "Zhao Yuan, we came to Sudan to rescue the patients, not to fight against others."

Zhao Yuan replied: "Captain Wu, I know, but now people have bullied us. We can't be really a turtle with heads, without any response, right? That would really make them feel that we are cowardly and think that we are easy to bully? Besides, I and them are not the same as others, but the treatment of this plague. This is also a good thing for patients infected with the plague."

Wu Mingliang wanted to persuade him, but Jiang Zhu gave Zhao Yuan a thumbs up and said, "Good brother, I did not read you wrong, you are a man!" Immediately, she translated what Zhao Yuan had just said into English and told Dr. White and others.

Dr. White and others were stunned at first, and then burst into louder laughter.
Chapter completed!