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 hire you as the manager of LIDL Corporation. Dasha is really not as good as you in terms of development."

Erhong shook his head and refused: "Grandpa Dieter Schwartz, I am only in my twenties. How can you guarantee that I will be inferior to you when I reach your age? This market in China can surpass you in the whole of Europe. Do you want to limit my development?"

"Puchi", Yao Shuyi suddenly laughed, raised her thumbs up and praised: "Yes, you have to deal with this conceited foreigner. You don't have to reach his age. Erhong's assets will surpass 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 won't make any worse than him."

Ye Yuze sneeze a few times, but I don’t know who was talking about him. At this time, he was exchanging experience with several Chinese medicine practitioners. Now several Chinese medicine practitioners have also come to Harvard Medical School, and Ye Yuze is explaining some of the knowledge he knows to them.

After all, the race is different, and the tolerance for acupuncture and Chinese medicine is also different. He has to pass on what he knows to his compatriots.

It’s just that good people are hard to do, and a doctor from a family of traditional Chinese medicine from Jiangsu looked a little disdainful. His family practiced medicine for five generations and was also a professor at a medical school. How could he be convinced by Ye Yuze, who has studied traditional Chinese medicine for several years and has not even had clinical experience?

This guy's name is Su Haoran. He is in his forties. He is wearing a long Chinese gown and his beard is long, and he looks quite fairy-like.

Ye Yuze is also helpless to such a person. He is much higher than himself in terms of status and status. If he looks down on him, he will look down on him. Just say less in the future.

After walking out of the office, Ye Yuze went to find Old John for leave. Since treating Soros, Ye Yuze has basically been going to and from get off work on time for more than a year. It was so uncomfortable to hold back. The world is so big that he wants to go and see it.

When Old John saw Ye Yuze, he knew his purpose and said with some concern: "Ye, I'm afraid that your compatriots will not be able to do the skills after you leave?"

Ye Yuze waved his hand quickly: "You think too much. They have been studying for many years and have been good doctors in clinical practice for many years. Any one of them is better than me. To be honest, in the Chinese medicine class, I am just a rookie."

What Ye Yuze said was not a lie. Regardless of his knowledge and clinical experience, he could not compare with the newcomers, especially the awesome group of Su Haoran.

Originally, he was a visiting professor and a visiting scholar. Old John did not have a strong control over Ye Yuze. He has been here for more than a year. He was not qualified to stop him and naturally he had to let him go.

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

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

"I think you should also go and have a look. The emergence of Bushikang and Rheushening was not accidental. There are unique local conditions and drug resources. If you create a maiduncle or something together, it will be truly famous for the ages."

John was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes began to shiny. But then he looked at Ye Yuze suspiciously: "Did you tempt me to go to your military reclamation city?"

Ye Yuze turned around and left: "Do you love to go or not? You said the same as I begged you. If you go too late, who will regret it?"

John turned around in the room and was extremely irritated. Ye Yuze's words began to burn in his heart filled with grass, and had turned into flames.

His fame has been great enough in recent years, and he is also an expert and authority in the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular field in the world. But has he really made any special contributions? No.

All he has is rich clinical experience and treatment methods. If he can really develop a special drug, what will be the result?

No need to ask, this must be famous in history! No matter how many years have passed, the name John will always be a little star in human history.

The flame finally turned into a fire, burning him to the boiling sound. He strode towards the principal's office, and he wanted to ask for leave to study.

Old John's request was irresistible. Although he knew that the hospital's benefits would definitely be affected after he left, he could do nothing.

Not only could he not refuse, but he also had to strongly support him. So Old John took several assistants and a group of state-of-the-art instruments and equipment to board a flight to China.

Ye Yuze naturally had to walk with him. Whoever made him the initiator? At least he had to arrange John before coming back.

Rejected the retention and hospitality of his colleagues in the capital, Old John and his party stayed in the capital for only two days before boarding the train to the northern border again.

The reason why he took the train was his own request, and he wanted to appreciate the scenery of northern Xinjiang.

In fact, it is much more comfortable to sit in a soft sleeper car than a plane. Isn’t it just three days and four nights? It’s just to see the scenery during the day and sleep at night.

The train headed westward, and the scenery outside the window changed with the region. Until he saw the boundless Gobi Desert, red willows, poplar euphratica, and Old John's expression began to be shocked.

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

Ye Yuze shook his head: "It was, but we are not here."

When I was a teenager, I didn’t have much feelings about the Corps because the environment has been like that since I was a child. As I grew older, my understanding of my parents’ efforts became deeper and deeper.

They were a group of people who only asked for food from the Gobi Desert with shovels and pickaxes! They did not occupy any of the land and pastures of the local people, but they dug out oasis on this barren land with their hands.

Ye Yuze can do these things, but it depends on a lot of mechanical work. If he is asked to swing a pickaxe like his father, he will guarantee that he will run faster than anyone else.

After entering the territory of the Military Reclamation City, large tractors were arable and sowing seeds on the neat land.

The cattle and sheep were greedily gnawing on the grass just after they had just emerged. The buildings in the distance were like a jungle of steel and concrete.

Old John's eyes widened wider and wider, and then he looked at Ye Yuze: "You mean it's all Gobi Desert?"

Ye Yuze nodded proudly, and felt full of respect for his parents.

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

"Miracle, it should be called Hero City!" Old John murmured.
Chapter completed!