The American Scripture

"Can I meet with you Mr. President?"

Olivia looked at Zhen Fan who was ready to go, and asked expectantly. This is the third time she has asked this question, but the answers are the same.

"No! Olivia, you're just my secretary and not President Chocolate!" Zhen Fan shook his head as always, then threw the car key to Olivia, "You come to drive!"

"Okay!" Olivia nodded, is this what the secretary should do? But in any case, when Zhen Fan does not have a full-time driver and he does not want to drive, he still has to act as a driver.

Asking the secretary to drive the mighty Escalade is somewhat unsuitable. Zhen Fan felt a little uncomfortable when he got in the car. Is it time to buy a car that is more suitable for stable people? Check, or ask Sampson to recommend a car.

On the contrary, Olivia prefers such cars, and drives them happily without any complaints. Drive to Dan on the way. Milk's hilltop villa. Compared with Zhen Fan’s villa, Dan. Mikel's villa is very luxurious, Zhen Fan has already seen it, but this time, the atmosphere is obviously different, and it is heavily guarded.

Before arriving at the villa, there were some secret service personnel wearing black suits looking around on both sides of the road, and police were directing traffic and diverting vehicles to other roads. Others are responsible for checking the documents on the sidelines.

"Fan Zhen, I am Mr. President's guest!" Zhen Fan handed over his credentials, and soon a person from the secret service came over. Holding a scanner, scanning Zhen Fan's face, and then scanning Olivia next to Zhen Fan. I scanned Zhen Fan's ID again, and soon the ID and the scanned profile picture entered the system.

According to the system's judgment, 99% of them are in compliance. On the other hand, Olivia met 97%. This was already a high degree of recognition, and everything was okay. Then, under the guidance of the secret service personnel, Olivia drove the car directly into Dan. In Mikel's villa.

Before entering the door. I went through another check again, but this time it was simpler, without scanning. Instead, someone from the Secret Service simply glanced at the ID and the face of the real person, and let them in.

"Mr. Zhen, you are here!" At this moment a person walked out of the hall, and Zhen Fan recognized that he was the owner of this villa. Dan Mr. Mikel. He opened his arms and walked towards Zhen Fan.

The two gave a light hug. Zhen Fan smiled and said, "Has Mr. President arrived?"

"Here, he is in the study upstairs, I will take you up!" Dan. Mikel said to Zhen Fan, then looked at Olivia again, he hesitated, whether to invite this girl to go up with him.

"Don't worry about her, we can go together!" Zhen Fan faced Dan. Mikel smiled, "She is a secretary I hired recently. Just let her wait in the hall!"

"Okay, I will let people entertain her well!" Dan. Mikel said. Snapped his fingers at the servants behind him, pointed at Olivia with a grieving face, "Entertain this girl!"

"I will take care of myself!" Olivia faced Zhen Fan and Dan. Mikel said loudly.

"Better like this!" Zhen Fan nodded, then ignored her, and Dan. Mikel went upstairs one after another, and at the top of the stairs, there were also two secret service men guarding there.

"This is the president's guest, wherever Mr. Zhen!" Dan Mikel spoke to a bodyguard in the secret service.

The bodyguard nodded, asked them to wait outside, and then went in. After a while, he saw the study door open and he faced Dan. Mikel and Zhen Fan nodded: "Mr. President is waiting for you inside, please come in!" Then they opened the door and let Zhen Fan and Mikel in.

"Mr. President, your guest is here!" The bodyguard said to a middle-aged black man sitting on the desk looking at the documents, and then stood beside Zhen Fan and Mikel, his hands hanging down. , Zhen Fan judged that if he did anything, he could draw his gun and shoot in one second.

The black man raised his head, looked at Mikel, his eyes lit up again, and looked at Zhen Fan! Then he said to the bodyguard: "These two are my friends, we have something to talk about, you are waiting outside!"

The bodyguard obviously hesitated, as if there was something to say, but seeing Mr. President's firm gaze, he still did what Mr. President said, quietly exiting the door, and gently closing the door.

"Hello, Mr. Zhen, I have heard your name for a long time!" President Chocolate came over, smiled and stretched out his hand, and held Zhen Fan tightly, "I know that the plane crash last year, you Being brave and wise, this is our pride."

"Thank you, if the customs permits, I'm planning to get some crocodile leather bags here!" Zhen Fan said with a smile, "but...I still appreciate the Navy's efforts!"

"You are really a humble person!" Mr. President said, and asked Zhen Fan to sit by. "I know it would be presumptuous to invite you to come here. I should have visited you personally, but... there are always many untimely rules. , Of course... these rules only apply to the president. Unfortunately, I am now!"

"It's okay. In my eyes, you are just a patient. I usually visit patients." Zhen Fan shrugged. "So... now you are a patient, and I can see that your lungs Your body is shrinking, and you will feel out of breath at night when the weather turns cooler, and occasionally you will stop breathing!"

"Have you read my medical record? Oh, no, it is impossible. I have never revealed the recent illness to anyone." President Chocolate shook his head and laughed at himself, "It seems that this time I I found the right doctor." He kept smiling, unable to see how happy or excited he was.

"You're welcome, I'm just a Chinese medicine doctor!"

Zhen Fan bites the word "Chinese medicine" very hard. Obviously he wants to use this method to remind this chocolate president that only Chinese medicine can save you.

"Chinese medicine? I almost forgot that you are a Chinese medicine doctor. I have also learned many magical aspects of Chinese medicine from you. You know that if I ask a doctor to treat him, I will conduct some investigations on him. So... Don't mind, this is just a program, and I can't refuse a **** program!"

The Chocolate President was afraid that Zhen Fan was a little disgusted, so he quickly added a sentence.

"I know, so you should have a lot of confidence in my treatment!" Zhen Fan nodded, he was not disgusted with these, and Mikel had told himself. Such things will happen.

"Of course, this is also the reason why you are here!" The Chocolate President smiled and gave Zhen Fan a hand. "What equipment is needed? I mean...does it need surgery or an operating room."

"No, it's actually very simple. It doesn't need to be so troublesome!" Zhen Fan shook his head, "Actually... you bought a batch of my wine before? h﹒c﹒d."

"Yes, I bought it!" The Chocolate President looked at Zhen Fan. Looked at Mikel again. I don't know why he asked this question, during the treatment.

Mikel also shrugged his shoulders, saying that he didn't know he would come up with this topic.

"Anyone who has drunk my h﹒c﹒d for a long time knows that it can make their body healthier, and even some serious illnesses can be relieved, so... I said , You yourself missed a good opportunity to relieve your condition."

Zhen Fan shrugged at him. Said with some mockery: "Of course...I know your difficulty, because you have to care about the people's opinion of you. But...The White House also has a lot of daily expenses, not bad for these bottles of wine!"

The President of Chocolate was taken aback, and he did not expect Zhen Fan to say such a thing! Then he smiled bitterly like self-deprecating: "Yes, I always care about this, care about that. Some people criticize me for being too weak, maybe that's it!"

"No, you are not weak at all, because you planned two wars with one hand!" Zhen Fan also smiled, still in a joking tone, "This is a remarkable achievement among the previous US presidents. At least in historical evaluation, this point will also be said!"

"Haha...you can really make a joke!" The Chocolate President laughed, then pointed at Zhen Fan, "Our treatment...can we start?"

"Of course, anytime!" Zhen Fan nodded, then took out a box from his pocket and called, revealing a silver needle shining brightly inside.

"Need acupuncture?" asked President Chocolate.

"Yes, so... you strip your upper body and lower body, of course... you can leave a pair of pants!" Zhen Fan said with a smile, and then motioned to Mr. President to lie flat on the sofa.

President Chocolate does not want too many people to know about his condition, so he has always concealed his condition. Not many people know, except for a few personal guards, the attending doctor, and Dan. Besides Mikel, he did not deliberately ask Zhen Fan to take him to the clinic, although he could do it. Not even willing to go to Zhen Fan's clinic.

Such a condition is very detrimental to his re-election campaign, and even the midterm elections of his party are detrimental. So in such a simple place as the office, Zhen Fan began to get treatment. Fortunately, what he learned about Zhen Fan's treatment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can be carried out in such an environment.

"Mickel!" Zhen Fan glanced at him.

"Yes, Mr. Zhen, what do I need to do for you?" Dan. Mikel hurried forward and walked in front of Zhen Fan, "You said, if I need to do anything, I will do my best."

"That's unnecessary, wait outside, don't let anyone come in and disturb us!" Zhen Fan said this very politely, but he told Mikel to stay outside and don't think about how I treat the illness.

Helpless, Mikel walked to the door silently, then turned to look at Zhen Fan, opened the door and walked out, gently closing the door again.

Zhen Fan treated Mr. President. This matter cannot be leaked out. Mikel went downstairs and sat down at the top of the stairs, chatting quietly with a few people from the secret service.

The time is not too long, but this not too long time is difficult for Mikel. He didn't know what Zhen Fan would chat with Mr. President when he treated Mr. President. Zhen Fan put aside himself in this way, it is obvious that there are some things to tell Mr. President that he does not want to know. (To be continued...)