Men are handsome and elegant.

His eyes are also a deep blue that can't see the bottom. If he wasn't wearing a military uniform, Su Mian really couldn't connect him with the soldiers.

How elegant!

"Bay, it's really you!" Kahn had boarded the car. When he turned to see the man, he jumped off the truck and ran this way.

Bei nodded with a business look.

Strauss Kahn came straight over and hugged him affectionately. "I heard you were a major general's personal guard. It's true!"

Kahn slapped Bei on the back twice before releasing him. He proudly introduced Su Mian, "my childhood playmate is also the most promising person of the Pushi tribe!"

Su Mian nodded, "Hello, Bei! Just now you said ram needed me to operate on him? Hasn't his bullet been taken out yet?"

It has been three days. If the bullet is left in the body, it is very easy to lead poisoning. It is more likely to be infected and rotten around the wound. If it is serious, it will worry about life.

"No, the bullet has been taken out, because there is no effective anti-inflammatory drug, the major general has been unconscious with a high fever!" at the moment, Bei finally showed an anxious expression.

"What are you doing? Su Mian, come on, go and save people!" Kahn was worried. Seeing that Su Mian didn't move, he said again, "Su Mian, you won't die. China is our iron friend!"

Su Mian smiled. "My medical support task has been completed. The rest of the international support should be reported to the embassy."

Listening to Su Mian's explanation, Bei was relieved. "This has been communicated with the other side. The two heads of your country personally agreed. I believe you will see them soon!"

Su Mian nodded.

This is the best. After all, this is not China. Su Mian doesn't want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings and disputes.

"I want to take someone with me. She is my assistant." Su Mian points to Wu Mengmeng.

Bei nodded in agreement.

Kahn adjusted his military cap, "I'm going too. I want to ensure the safety of Su Mian and Wu Mengmeng in Pakistan!"

Kahn's words are true. He received Su Mian and Wu Mengmeng in person since they entered Pakistan.

But no one expected that these two Chinese women doctors would have such a big background that they could treat future presidential candidates now.

Pakistan's medical technology is not developed. Every year, China trains a large number of doctors for Pakistan.

Ram lay motionless in the hospital bed of the presidential palace. At this time, the most authoritative doctors in Pakistan were around him.

When Bei leads Su Mian and others in, the doctors are still anxiously discussing countermeasures.

"Major general of these anti-inflammatory drugs is allergic. Why are you still injecting him? Leukocytes have been lower than normal!"

"What if you don't use anti-inflammatory drugs? Can you let him die of infection?"

"That's better than being killed by drugs. If the white blood cells are lower, major general RAM will be really dangerous!"

When Su Mian came in, she heard several doctors arguing and blushing.

When Su Mian came in, the doctors shut up.

"This is Su Mian, the Chinese miracle doctor, and these are the president's personal doctors," Bei said.

As soon as they heard that it was a Chinese miracle doctor, several people looked at Su Mian with full expectation, but when they saw Su Mian's age, their faces immediately became gloomy.

"Bei, whose idea is this? Is this girl too young?"

"Bei, does the president know about this? Has the Chinese Embassy asked? Are they sure of the identity of this person?"

"It's nonsense. How can major general give such a girl a film for treatment?"