After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

Less than ten seconds.

The four white thugs who were arrogant just a moment ago are now three of them curled up on the oil-stained floor tiles, groaning in pain as they clutch their broken limbs, while the remaining bald leader is unconscious in the corner like a tattered sack.

The restaurant's previously noisy atmosphere vanished instantly, even the sound of chopping vegetables on a cutting board in the kitchen stopped.

The only sound in the lobby was the soft rustling of fabric as Gu Zheng slowly adjusted the cuffs of his white shirt.

"Clang—clang—"

Suddenly, a piercing police siren blared from the street corner outside, and the red and blue flashlights swept across the glass door of Shuxiangju.

Two overweight, uniformed white police officers rudely pushed open the door and rushed in.

They were clearly on duty in the nearby streets and rushed over as soon as they heard the commotion.

Both men had their hands habitually resting on their holsters, their eyes filled with undisguised arrogance and prejudice as they coldly surveyed the Chinese faces in the shop.

The bald thug, who had been lying unconscious by the table, suddenly convulsed upon hearing the police siren.

He opened his eyes, recognized the familiar patrolman, and immediately clutched his wrist, which was twisted at a bizarre angle. He scrambled to the leg of the fat policeman in the lead and howled as if he had grasped a lifeline.

"Officer! Help!"

"These Chinese people attacked me for no reason! They tried to kill me!"

The fat policeman didn't even bother to ask the pale-faced proprietress standing to the side, nor did he inquire about the trembling diners around him.

He looked in the direction the bald thug was pointing, and without hesitation, decisively drew his sidearm, the dark muzzle pointing directly at the tallest man, Gu Zheng.

"Hands up! Cover your head and squat down!"

Seeing this, Officer Li became anxious, stood up abruptly, and argued loudly in broken English.

"They started this trouble first!"

"We were simply acting in self-defense!"

The chubby policeman slammed his baton down on the solid wood dining table next to him, making the teacups on the table clink and rattle, and interrupted Officer Li with an impatient look on his face.

"Shut up!"

"All I see are you outsiders attacking local citizens!"

"I don't care what excuses you have, squat down right now, put your hands behind your head, or I'll shoot immediately!"

Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Gu Zheng's eyes did not even waver.

His cold, sharp gaze pierced through several meters and landed directly on the fat policeman's face.

That was the ultimate killing intent forged in mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and hail of bullets, emanating from the body with a suffocating sense of oppression.

The fat policeman felt a chill run down his spine as he was stared at by this invisible, menacing aura.

His fingers tightened around the gun, his legs stiffened, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare take another step forward.

Just as the two sides were at an impasse, Xu Wenqiang stood up.

He calmly pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and reached out to unzip his briefcase.

Amidst the surprised gazes of the crowd, he pulled out a dark blue ID booklet.

"Officer, before you fire, I suggest you take a good look at the stamp on it."

The chubby policeman paused for a moment, frowned suspiciously, and flipped open his ID book with his free hand.

When he saw the high-level English special approval notice above his head, his arrogant expression froze instantly, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

"I am a senior foreign affairs interpreter for the Chinese delegation."

Xu Wenqiang spoke in a flat tone, without anger, only with an undeniable official toughness.

He turned to the side and pointed to Ye Zhen, who was being protected by Gu Zheng.

"And this woman is a core medical expert who was invited by the highest levels of the U.S. federal government and the Mayo Clinic."

"They are also the people to whom your country's FDA commissioner just publicly apologized in a live broadcast across the United States."

Upon hearing this, the chubby policeman's forehead instantly broke out in large beads of sweat.

He stiffly turned his head, following Xu Wenqiang's finger, and looked at the color television hanging on the restaurant wall.

On the screen, a video of the FDA commissioner looking ashamed and bowing his head in apology was playing on a loop, while in the upper right corner of the screen, a photo of an Asian female doctor who had caused the North American medical community to lose face was clearly printed.

The cool, serene eyes in the photo are exactly the same as the woman sitting quietly at the table drinking tea in front of me.

The fat policeman gasped, and his hand holding the gun fell limply to his side.

The involvement of high-ranking diplomats and national treasure-level experts, who could even alarm the White House, is far beyond the authority of a neighborhood patrol officer. In some cases, even their chief might have to resign.

Xu Wenqiang keenly noticed the panic in the other person's eyes. He walked to the restaurant's cashier and slowly straightened his suit and tie.

"Just now, this thug on the ground attempted to harass our country's core experts, and Dr. Ye's husband was forced to subdue him in order to protect his wife."

"If your branch office believes this constitutes intentional assault and wants to arrest someone, I won't stop you."

Xu Wenqiang sneered.

"But in five minutes, Dr. Stephen from the Mayo Clinic, Professor Harrison, and people from the Washington Department of Justice will come to your precinct to demand your release."

"Officer, you can try shooting."

"Can you and I afford the consequences?"

This well-reasoned and powerful pressure completely shattered the fat policeman's last shred of confidence.

A soft "click" sounded.

The chubby policeman deftly shoved the pistol back into its holster on his waist, even hurriedly fastening the safety buckle.

He turned around, his face ashen, concealing his inner panic, and kicked the bald thug who had been counting on him for support hard in the stomach.

"You bastard!"

"A bunch of social scum who only know how to cause trouble on the streets! Who gave you the audacity to harass our distinguished foreign guests!"

He turned and yelled at his other companion, who was still in a daze.

"What are you all standing there for! Cuff them all and take them back to the station for solitary confinement!"

The thugs who had been swaggering around, thinking they had a powerful backer, were dragged and pulled by two fierce policemen.

Like dragging a few dead chicks, they were forcibly pulled out of the glass door and shoved into the police car with its red and blue lights flashing.

The sirens wailed and faded into the distance, and the restaurant returned to a deathly silence.

Five or six seconds passed, and the lingering tension seemed to still be present in the air.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "boom".

The entire Shuxiangju erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers that nearly lifted the roof off.

Standing behind the cashier, the proprietress finally remembered why Ye Zhen looked so familiar.

She was so excited that she trembled all over, her eyes instantly reddened, and she bent down and took out a bottle of Fenjiu liquor that she had treasured for many years but had never been able to bring herself to drink from the locked drawer at the bottom of the counter.

She carried the wine in both hands, staggered over, and slammed the bottle down on the red plastic tablecloth in front of Ye Zhen.

"Dr. Ye! This meal is on me! And this bottle of wine is on me too!"

The proprietress wiped away her tears, her voice choked with emotion.

"You've finally given us Chinese people living abroad a chance to vent our pent-up frustrations that we've never felt before!"