From small clinic to medical empire

Chapter 102 Mr. Goo Goo

Seeing Zhang Zifan's face, Ye Shiyi was taken aback. It's not a good idea to go on TV with such big dark circles.

Under her hard work, Zhang Zifan had no choice but to accept Ye Shiyi's "natural makeup".

Needless to say, even though it was the first time I put on makeup at such an age, the effect was really good.

Not only did the dark circles disappear, but it also looked very natural, without any traces of makeup.

"Natural Makeup" lives up to its name!
It seems that if Ye Shiyi does not make music, she will have a bright future as a beauty blogger.

……

After a hasty breakfast, Zhang Zifan and his team came to UCLA Medical Center again to conduct ward rounds.

The condition of the three patients is very stable, and all indicators are improving steadily.

This made the patient's family very happy.

After discussing the illness and the next treatment plan with Dr. Robert, Zhang Zifan took Ye Shiyi, and Cui Wa called a car to the temporary shooting location.

"Doctor Zhang, is this lady your girlfriend?" Cui Wa sat in the co-pilot and turned her head to ask.

"Cui Wa, listen to my Southern California accent!"

Ye Shiyi knew that Cui Wa was best at imitating various accents, so she deliberately spoke with a typical San Diego accent.

"Hey, since a Chinese can come to Los Angeles for surgery, it's not impossible to have a beautiful Miss Southern California!"

Cui Wa smiled and said that he thought Ye Shiyi's rebuttal was not strong at all.

Ye Shiyi took out the makeup powder from her bag and waved it, "I am Dr. Zhang's exclusive makeup artist. If he becomes popular on your show, I will be his exclusive manager!"

"Shiyi, don't make trouble, I know I can rely on my face to make a living, but I prefer to rely on my talent..."

Zhang Zifan explained in a timely manner.

……

The official shooting location of "The Daily Show" is in New York. This time, with the help of the program team, Cui Wa rented a small interview room in the Los Angeles Press Center.

When the Uber car slowly stopped in front of the tall press center, the Indian driver finally recognized Cui Wa.

"You are the who? The who! Yes, the South African!"

The driver brother was very excited to ask him for his autograph.

To deal with this fake fan well, Cui Wa saw Zhang Zifan’s smirking expression, shrugged her shoulders, and jokingly said: “Doctor Zhang, believe me, if you have 13 billion compatriots who are also brown, it will be difficult to remember my name.” .”

Zhang Zifan shook his head with a smile. Indeed, as a mulatto, Cui Wa's skin color was indeed similar to that of his Indian brother.

"Ronnie!"

Cui Wa saw Ronnie Qian who was waiting at the gate, and stepped forward to greet him with high fives.

At the same time, two brothers carrying cameras were already in place.

As a lively and humorous drama commentary program, the stage of "The Daily Show" is not limited to the studio.

Outdoors, restaurants, and even toilets are the scope of their programs.

Ronnie Chan, or Xinyi Chien, is the only Asian correspondent on The Daily Show.

Seeing Zhang Zifan, he said in fairly proficient Chinese:
"Hello, Dr. Zhang, I'm so proud of you. You managed to scam these American idiots out of their money!"

Zhang Zifan spread out his hands and said, "I just want to use medical technology to help American patients who are in short supply. If there is no money, I just collect a little by the way."

Ronnie Qian raised his eyebrows, as if you couldn't fool me, "Relax, there are 3 of us here, we are the majority ethnic group, don't listen to those stupid white people anymore!"

"Ronnie, what are you talking about?" Cui Wa asked curiously.

"We're talking about medical knowledge!"

Ronnie Qian said solemnly, and at the same time gave Zhang Zifan a look, as if he was colluding in some conspiracy.

Zhang Zifan knew that all of this was for the effect of the program.

He bets that by the time the show finally airs, the segment will be subtitled in English and used as a joke.

Zhang Zifan didn't mind this level of jokes.

Maybe a little demonizing the Chinese?
It should not be called.

It doesn't matter even if it is, anyway, I will go back to the home of 14 billion people by patting my ass.

It's not like Chinese Americans who can only become "model ethnic groups" and have no way out.

And also...

I really want to make money, so it would be wonderful to tell the truth in a joking way?
Therefore, Zhang Zifan did not refute, but said with a smile: "Ronnie, it turns out that you are not only a lawyer, but also know medicine. I guess your mother must be very sad when she heard that you became a talk show performer?"

Hearing that Zhang Zifan took the initiative to answer the question, Ronnie Qian and Cui Wa were a little surprised, and then laughed.

Indeed, whether it is a lawyer or a doctor, they are the elite among the elite in the United States, decent and profitable.

Chinese parents in the United States are notoriously fond of forcing their children to study medicine and law.

It seems that this doctor Zhang from China not only has excellent medical skills, but also has a good sense of variety. Cui Wa's last worry is gone.

……

Several people walked into the interview room while chatting.

This interview room was only about fifteen square meters, and it seemed a bit cramped for a one-on-one interview, let alone a three-person interactive talk show.

Looking at the small space, Ronnie Qian couldn't sit still anymore.

He said: "Cui Wa, these California guys only gave us such a small interview room, it's too stingy, can the housing prices in Los Angeles be more expensive than New York?"

Cui Wa shook her head and said, "This is the Los Angeles News Center, a news processing factory on the west coast, and resources are very tight.

If it weren't for Uncle Jiong's connections, it would be impossible to rent a room. "

Ronnie Qian said helplessly: "Well, I'm just complaining casually."

At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the interview room, and a staff member from the news center walked in.

"Come with me, everyone. The dispatch center has just arranged a comprehensive studio for you."

Cui Wa and Ronnie Qian were both stunned. Didn't they say that resources are tight?
Could it be that Uncle Jiong used remote power again and found a more reliable relationship?

Many people think that only China is a society of human relations, and the West only cares about systems, not human relations.

In fact, this impression is wrong. The United States is a country that pays great attention to human relations, and even often institutionalizes human relations.

For example, if parents are alumni of a certain university, then their children will receive preferential treatment in admissions, which is not news.

What's even more bizarre is that there is an unofficial organization called the Police Mutual Aid Association in the United States.

As long as one of your parents and spouse is a policeman, you can wear a special badge.

When you commit minor crimes such as violations of regulations, there is a high probability that most of the police will forgive you.

After hearing this treatment, Hei Wa could only burst into tears.

In short, when they heard that they were "upgraded", everyone's first reaction was that the program crew found thicker thighs again.

……

When they came to the comprehensive studio, everyone found that there was indeed a thick thigh, but it was not found by the program group.

"Doctor Zhang, I really didn't expect that I could see you here. At first I thought I had the wrong person!"

A chubby white man stepped forward and hugged Zhang Zifan's shoulder excitedly.

Thanks to Zhang Zifan being a head taller than Ronnie Qian, if it was Ronnie, he might be killed by this white man.

"Are you... are you Mr. Googoo?"

Zhang Zifan recalled it carefully, and remembered that the white man in front of him was the patient who almost burped because of a piece of peanut nougat on the plane.

Zhang Zifan's last impression of him was that he was lying on an ambulance stretcher, with a pen stuck in his throat, and kept making "cuckoo" sounds to himself.

(End of this chapter)