"You deserve the most credit for this exhibition. I will apply for a bonus for you when we get back."

The two spoke in hushed tones, while Mu Chen listened intently. He had always known that Lin Chuchu was capable, but he hadn't expected her to be this capable, and he felt a surge of pride.

With a large workforce and help from people in nearby exhibition areas, all the souvenir gift boxes were finally completed before the official start of the exhibition.

Lin Chuchu stretched, straightened her clothes, and prepared to welcome her foreign friends today.

After yesterday's adjustment period, Lin Chuchu was quite adept at finding her way around. Those familiar with the area explored the various sections on their own, while the newcomers followed behind her, listening to her explanations.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out behind them.

I also heard a foreign man shouting anxiously.

Lin Chuchu's expression changed slightly, and she smiled as she asked everyone to wait a moment in English.

Lin Chuchu pushed through the crowd and saw a foreigner holding his wife, calling out the doctor's name.

Lin Chuchu quickly squatted down and asked, "Does your wife have a history of heart disease or asthma?"

"My wife had heart surgery a few years ago and hasn't had a relapse for quite some time."

The foreign woman clutched her chest, panting heavily. Lin Chuchu quickly pinched her acupoint between her thumb and index finger, while addressing the people around her.

"Make way, let the air circulate. Minister, please have someone go outside to find a car. We're going to the hospital."

"There's a traditional Chinese medicine clinic nearby. Please ask the senior doctor from there to accompany you to the hospital."

At this point, it seems that quick-acting heart medicine already existed, but what was produced was traditional Chinese medicine.

The minister quickly dismissed the man, and Lin Chuchu then turned to the foreign man and explained a few words in English to calm him down.

Soon, someone ran in from outside, "Minister, the car has been found."

The foreign friend instinctively grabbed Lin Chuchu's hand, "Lin, please come with me."

Others' English isn't as good as Lin Chuchu's, so their translations are inaccurate.

Lin Chuchu subconsciously looked at the minister, and seeing that the minister agreed, she said, "Don't worry, Madam, I'll go with you. Nothing is more important than the patient."

If a foreign friend gets into trouble at the exhibition, who knows what kind of talk people will have about them.

The minister, Lin Chuchu, and Mu Chen got into the car and soon arrived at the hospital. The hospital had already received the news, and many doctors were waiting.

The two elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctors were the most obvious among them. Lin Chuchu disregarded everything else and asked, "Do you have any nitroglycerin pills on hand?"

"She suffered a heart attack. She had heart surgery a few years ago and fell into a coma ten minutes ago."

The two elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctors nodded. "Yes, we do, but we've only used it in front of Chinese people. What if something goes wrong..."

If something goes wrong, being demoted is the least of your worries; if it affects diplomacy between the two countries, you might get shot.

Lin Chuchu held out her hand, "Give me the things, and I'll explain to them."

The person was placed on the hospital bed and being pushed further in when Lin Chuchu poured out a pill.

“Mr. Smith, this is a quick-acting heart-saving pill developed by our family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. It is best suited for dealing with this kind of emergency, but this medicine has not spread overseas, so you…”

Lin Chuchu bit her lip, took out a pill and put it in her mouth. "The medicine isn't poisonous, and ordinary people can take it. I wonder if it could be given to your wife..."

Seeing that she was testing the drug on herself, someone in Smith's group reacted, "Lin, give it to my wife. Don't worry, if anything happens, I have people who won't blame you or the Chinese doctors."

Lin Chuchu nodded, gently pried open the foreign woman's mouth, and put the nitroglycerin pill into her mouth.

Soon, the patient was wheeled into the operating room. Lin Chuchu and the doctor carefully explained the foreign woman's condition, the circumstances of each attack, and what she had eaten in the past two days.

The operating room door closed, and Lin Chuchu leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Her mouth was full of bitterness; she had accidentally chewed something while running.

Mu Chen appeared out of nowhere and handed her a glass of water and a piece of candy.

I felt a little better after eating the candy.

Smith waited anxiously outside the operating room, pacing back and forth, extremely worried.

Lin Chuchu didn't go up to comfort him; what he needed most right now was to calm down.

Just then, the minister walked over with a grim expression.

"Chuchu, there are a lot of reporters outside, including many foreign reporters. They want the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to give them an explanation."

Lin Chuchu frowned. "It would be best to have someone from above intervene and try to keep things from getting out of hand and suppress the issue."

"Domestic journalists are alright; they don't dare to write anything that the higher-ups forbid. But what about foreign journalists?"

Lin Chuchu glanced at the operating room. "Right now, nothing is more important than the patient inside. As long as the patient is alright, no conspiracy can succeed."

"Yes, Lin Chuchu is right," the minister said through gritted teeth. "I will explain this to them. You stay here and stay with them."

"good!"

The minister left in a huff, as if he were going to war. He temporarily brought in a translator from elsewhere to deal with the foreign reporters bit by bit.

"Mrs. Smith suffered a heart attack, so she had to be brought to the hospital. The doctors are doing their best to treat her, so please do not disturb them."

The minister spoke politely, but the foreign journalists were not willing to let him off the hook.

"Mrs. Smith hasn't had a heart attack for years, so why did it happen when she came to your exhibition? It must be because the food you're serving is unhealthy."

"Yes, who knows, there might be some poison at the exhibition."

The questions from foreign reporters were increasingly sharp, but the minister, having seen it all, answered them calmly and composedly.

All they said was that they were doing their best to treat the patient; the specific cause would have to wait until the doctors came out.

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