"We had to undergo surgery."
"The operating theater only had basic sterilization measures. Without a qualified anesthetist, we had no choice but to undergo surgery in a dangerous environment. Fortunately, everyone received treatment."
"The surgical commitment is very dangerous, and the main version is in Chinese. Two Chinese doctors performed the surgery for us."
Naldo did not find the corpse. In fact, he did not even leave the ward. The middle-aged woman from Cuba Town was not willing to push him so far away. After he performed hemorrhoid surgery, Naldo even had to carefully adjust his posture when he lay down.
In such an environment, Naldo had no other choice but to describe himself to be more miserable.
The reporters began to get excited. When someone saw Ma Yanlin in a white coat, he immediately ran over with the cameraman and shouted, "Doctor, can you say anything about the operating environment in the disaster that they just talked about?"
An official translator translated the Portuguese into English.
Ma Yanlin said with great difficulty, "The seriously ill patients have been sent to the plane. We saved some people's lives and comforted the other patients. That's about it. “
In the ears of the South Americans who were used to exaggerating, Ma Yanlin's explanation was very superficial.
A reporter was still not satisfied and asked, "How many serious patients are there in total? How are their conditions?"
"External trauma is the more serious part of the patients. In addition, some patients may have PTSD, and their mental state is not stable. We have spent a lot of time and energy on this …" Ma Yanlin answered slowly.
His style was still the same as when he was in China. The main direction of the conversation was the few surgeries that were more difficult to perform over the past few days.
But the reporters didn't like to hear that. Someone asked, "What about these gentlemen? What do you think of Mr. Naldo's condition? "
"Just a small problem." Ma Yanlin recalled for a while before he remembered Naldo.
"Just a small problem? I heard that all three of his toes are broken, "the reporter continued to ask.
At this moment, Selena tugged at Ma Yanlin and said, "Dr. Ma, you can go ahead with your work. I'll answer the reporters' questions."
As she spoke, Selena stood at the front desk and said, "For surgeons, things like broken toes are all minor problems, and it is the same for this Mister Naldo."
"Mr. Naldo, it shouldn't just be a toe injury, right?" The reporters looked at Naldo, who was holding a walking stick.
"Yes."
"What kind of illness?"
Selena shook her head and said, "I can only say that it's a common male disease."
With that, Selina turned around and left.
Naldo had just breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that something was wrong. He quickly said, "It's not like what you think!"
The reporters were already starting to come up with all kinds of wonderful ideas.
"The disaster is still very serious."
"Some patients have strange diseases?"
"Chinese doctors have saved many patients!"
A few reporters gathered together, brainstorming. They came from different media outlets, but they were all well-behaved. At the very least, they were much more well-behaved than reporters like Naldo.
The few who were able to arrive at the scene by helicopter at the first instance were also instructed by their superiors and sources.
At this moment, they were observing the situation, recording and creating a story.
"The strongest rescue in history!" This was a collective boast!
"The most powerful doctor in history!" This was the response to the investor.
"Zero casualties in the disaster — the story of Cuba Town's flood!" This was the response to the local government, and also to the investor.
Naldo held a walking stick and still pretended to be an insurance agent. He wandered between the reporters and the government officials, listened to their discussion, and could not help but show a disdainful expression on his face.
"Zero casualties? Do you really know what happened in the hospital? " Naldo recalled the few days he spent in the hospital … Although he did not see any corpses, how could there not be any deaths?
After wandering around like this, Naldo could no longer hold it in. He silently picked up his camera, looked for a street sign, and walked to the hospital morgue.
…..
A faint aroma floated out of the hospital hall.
It was still drizzling outside. The Brazilians who loved barbecue simply moved the barbecue equipment into the room. As for whether the barbecue would ruin the white walls and leave a smell, no one cared at all.
Everyone cared more about the newly added seafood and freshwater fish.
Brazil occupied the essence of the Amazon River, so there was no doubt that it was rich in aquatic products. The flood did not only bring mud and danger, but also completely illogical fish. Among them were arowanas that Ling Ran gradually became familiar with, ordinary piranhas, pomfrets, and even squid …
They were all catches obtained by the fishermen, and most of the catches were fish called "I don't know what kind of fish it is, but it's not poisonous and can be eaten, so it should taste good."
The fish was just like its name. These fish with the abbreviation "Not Bad" tasted pretty good when they were grilled and added some salt.
The tension of the new reporters and officials gradually disappeared, and the atmosphere of the party gradually became better.
Although it was still a more serious barbecue party, it still made people feel more relaxed.
At this time, Ling Ran appeared.
He had never liked chaotic occasions, but Ling Ran could still somewhat tolerate an orderly barbecue activity.
Ling Ran tasted a few pieces of "Not Bad" fish as usual, then went to the beef barbecue rack and waited quietly.
For pure Brazilian barbecue, not only must the beef be fresh, but the fresher the barbecue meat, the better it tasted.
When the large pieces of beef were taken down from the barbecue rack with sizzling oil on them, it would taste the best.
"Doctor Ling, this piece is for you." The chef in charge of barbecue took out a beef skewer that he thought was the most perfect.
Ling Ran took it without hesitation.
The officials and reporters by the side watched eagerly, and they could only criticize in their hearts. 'What's so great about being handsome?!'
A few patients with bandages on their bodies had already begun to mutter among themselves, "I'm sorry.
"Saint, you've worked hard today."
"Did Doctor Ling just finish his ward round? You need to eat more meat. "
"Doctor Ling, my mother has arrived at the hospital. Thank you."
Everyone took the barbecue meat and came up to talk softly. Everyone knew that Ling Ran did not like to chat, so they chose to talk at the same time as usual.
The reporters and officials by the side secretly tried to figure it out, but they did not speak rashly.
At this time, someone suddenly said, "I still want to interview the patient with the broken toe. Why haven't I seen him yet?"
"Don't bother if you haven't seen him yet. You'll see him in the future." After he replied, he turned his attention to Ling Ran. "Doctor Ling, you seem to have built a high level of trust with the patients?"
Ling Ran took a bite of the juicy barbecue meat. To show that he was not free, he waved his hand. The reporters and officials around him could not help but make wild guesses in their hearts.
"This is China's modesty." Some of the Brazilians in the room were already familiar with China's culture.
The reporter quickly said, "Then, can I do an interview with you? About China, and about yourself. "
"I don't do interviews," Ling Ran swallowed the barbecue meat and answered happily.
"Doctor Ling is a good doctor who does not seek fame and fortune," the Brazilian who held his arm said sincerely.
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