Chapter 367 The new translator is actually a beauty?
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I don't have a big or small outline, but I've read thousands of books, traveled thousands of miles, and met countless people. I have a panoramic view in my mind.
The story continues——
At nine o'clock in the morning, Mr. Zheng came over and accompanied me to apply the pesticide.
When I arrived at the Ker family's house, I found that only Keruk was home today; the other family members were gone. Come to think of it, the contract had been signed, and everyone had things to do.
Everything is as usual, decocting medicine, giving acupuncture, and cupping.
Crook asked me a question through Mr. Zheng: Why did blisters appear on Cruz's back where the cupping was applied?
I explained to him through Mr. Zheng: Under normal circumstances, cupping doesn't need to last more than half an hour, because it's meant to remove toxins, not cold. The cold is on the surface of the skin, while the toxins have already penetrated into the subcutaneous tissue and muscles, so the appearance of blisters is a good sign.
Mr. Zheng is not a Chinese medicine student, so he can only translate it verbatim. For a foreigner, removing toxins is easy to understand, but removing cold is something he cannot comprehend.
He shrugged. "It's very hot right now."
After listening to Mr. Zheng's translation, I laughed out loud, shrugged like Crook, and said in the Shanghai Dubbing Film Studio's translation style:
"Whoever has the best ideas should be obeyed (the teacher is the master).
Mr. Zheng, a serious man, was amused by my translation accent and the way I imitated Crook's shrug. He shrugged back at Crook:
Whose idea is good, obey him
Crook was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
I asked Mr. Zheng to translate another sentence: "The duration of the cupping will become shorter and shorter. Starting tomorrow, it will be reduced to ten minutes."
Crook nodded again, understanding.
We retreated to the living room to rest. Phil presented Mr. Zheng with a copy of the notes. He read it and translated it for me:
September 29th record: I slept for three hours in the afternoon. From the time I woke up until this morning, I drank water seven times. I urinated five times. My temperature rose to 39 degrees Celsius, but I didn't sweat.
After reading it, Mr. Zheng's face turned pale and he asked quietly, "Your temperature is so high, won't it burn you?"
I shook my head: "No."
He said: "I remember when I was little, I had no money and couldn't go to the hospital when I had a high fever. My father said that if I sweated, I would be fine. But it says on the label that I didn't sweat."
I said, "He didn't sweat, but he drank water seven times and urinated five times. Urinating also releases heat from the body. For Cruz, the more he excretes, the better. His high fever is the result of toxins struggling within his body, being carried out through urine, which is a good sign."
Mr. Zheng nodded.
I said, "Given the profoundness of Chinese medicine, don't explain too much to him. Just say: Everything is OK."
Before Mr. Zheng could translate, Crook smiled. He could tell from the "OK" sound that I was satisfied with the record.
He was even happier after Mr. Zheng translated it.
I handed the notes back to Phil, thinking, "It's so clear and to the point, she must have studied nursing at least."
Phil stepped back and brought me another drink. I was surprised to find that it was actually a cup of green tea. It was a rare experience, my first time drinking tea.
This is a caring steward.
Phil should be well paid, as he's an all-around capable servant. Phil's work ethic and service quality sparked my curiosity about this country, where servants are so plentiful.
This country is not developed, but the quality of Filipino maids, from loyalty to competence, is really good. Normally, I drink most of my tea in one gulp, but now I savor it sip by sip.
Only when you leave your hometown can you recognize the local accent.
Only when you leave your country can you feel the longing for it.
This cup of green tea is so delicious. After drinking the tea, I went in and cupped Cruz.
He seemed to want to talk to me. Phil trotted out.
Mr. Zheng came in and leaned over to ask a question. Cruz said a few words, and Mr. Zheng nodded and gave him a thumbs-up.
He translated it for me: "Cruz said he felt the thing that was moving between his bones was weakening. He couldn't describe it."
I also felt a bit stuck, so I said to Mr. Zheng, "This might be hard to translate. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, it's called qi, and qi is running around in his body. Now this qi is weakening. Western medicine doesn't recognize the concept of qi. Just say it's developing in a positive direction."
After Mr. Zheng spoke to Cruz, his mouth moved slightly but no sound came out.
I knew he had no strength and just wanted to sleep, so I urged Mr. Zheng to leave.
Walking into the hall, Phil stood next to Crook, leaning over to whisper in his ear. Crook stood up and talked to Mr. Zheng. Mr. Zheng told me:
Our new translator and nurse, Ms. Tang Man, will be arriving soon. We'll have lunch at the Henan Resort Hotel. We'll be leaving now.
The car was waiting outside, and the four of us set off in two cars.
Mr. Zheng accompanied me, and along the way, he introduced what Crook had just discussed with him. First, the new translator was named Tang Man, a mainland Chinese who had worked in a hospital in the Philippines for three years.
I said, "He's very thoughtful. It would be much easier for us to communicate if he has experience working in a hospital."
Mr. Zheng said: "Crook asked for my opinion on whether to arrange for us to stay and eat at the Sixia House so that we don't need two translators."
I said, "This is the best arrangement. I can't live without an interpreter for even a moment."
Mr. Zheng said, "For other bigger matters, you can still contact He Yun. He is stationed here to help manage the hotel."
I said, “Will he have any objections?”
"What does he think? Doesn't it make things easier?"
I expressed some of my opinions about He Yun, mainly the hints about tipping.
Mr. Zheng said, "Well, you have to tip. You'll need him for immigration and other things in the future. You can give him a small tip. I'll explain this to him clearly."
"We still have to pay people according to their work to keep them motivated. Don't worry. He suggested you ask for a higher price because he knew the Crook family was wealthy and he also hoped the Chinese wouldn't be cheap. This is a simple thought deep down in the hearts of all normal Chinese people."
"Thank you for your advice."
After a while, the car stopped at the resort hotel on the beach. Two members of the Crook family stood at the door to greet us.
They invited us to a private room. It was quite luxuriously decorated. Everyone sat down, and Crook spoke with Mr. Zheng. They were probably talking about something else, so there was no need to translate for me.
Others can't communicate with me either.
I am trapped in a language island.
I thought, there is a new translator, I want her to teach me English.
Just as I was thinking about it, another member of the Kruk family came in, talking with a woman. Is she the new translator?
Everyone stood up. The person who had accompanied her introduced Crook to her. They clasped their hands together and exchanged a few words. When they were finished, the person introduced Mr. Zheng.
Then, Mr. Zheng introduced me to her and said, "This is Mr. Wan Shanhong, a Chinese doctor."
Tang Man reached out and shook my hand warmly: "Hello Mr. Wan, Tang Man, an assistant doctor, is now your assistant."
Actually, I took a good look at her the moment she came in. She was about 1.64 meters tall, definitely from the South. She looked... what word could I use to describe her?
Rather than a long description, it would be more direct to cite a famous person, like Zu Ying. Their noses are almost identical, the kind that makes you instantly fall in love with them.
"Where are you from?"
"Nanjing. But not Nanjing City. I live in the tenth ring road of Nanjing."
I laughed out loud. "Humor. I live in the first ring of the state."
With the presence of a translator, who was a beautiful woman at that, the atmosphere became lively.
Everyone sat down. I thought, even a wealthy family would choose to hire a translator and nurse.
The food arrived, and Crook gave a speech. Tang Man's voice was soft, and he translated:
"Today is my first official dinner. First, I want to thank Mr. Zheng for all his hard work and efforts on behalf of my family. Second, I want to thank Mr. Wan for the progress in Cruz's treatment. Third, I want to welcome Miss Tang Man."
After he gave his speech, he started eating.
I won’t go into detail about the meal process, but it was similar to the barbecue I had in Northeast China. Each person had a grill in front of them, and they would grill all kinds of meat on their grill until it sizzled, and then dip it in some sweet bean sauce or something like that.
Tang Man was very considerate. Worried that I wouldn't know how to eat, she demonstrated each type of seafood, including how to peel it and dip it in the noodle sauce.
However, her cleverness was that she didn't say she was teaching me, nor did she give me any specific guidance. In my mind, I gave her an evaluation: a very smart person.
After dinner, Crook and Mr. Zheng exchanged some thoughts before everyone said their goodbyes at the door.
Mr. Zheng, Tang Man and I went back to the hotel together.
When we arrived at the hotel, Phil was already waiting there. She was responsible for arranging accommodation for Miss Tang.
Mr. Zheng came to my room and talked for a while, then said goodbye.
I walked him out the door of the hotel. We said goodbye, hands clasped together. I wasn't as panicked as I had been last time. After all, there was a new translator.
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