There are only direct flights from this city to Tokyo, and Tokyo is still 1 hour and 40 minutes away from Sendai by car.
The plane was a Japan Airlines Boeing 737, with a wide fuselage, fast and stable speed. When Jiang Hailong woke up, the plane had slowly landed towards a foreign land.
After the plane landed, the cabin door was opened by the flight attendant. The Japanese flight attendant was petite and had good facial features. She lowered her hands and almost bowed 90 degrees to say welcome to every passenger who passed by. She seemed polite and courteous. But the image was quickly replaced by a face with oval seeds.
The stewardess broke the news and muttered in a mosquito-like voice: "There are quite a lot of people on this trip to China." Almost no one could hear what she said clearly, but Jiang Hailong had special training and his sharp eyes and ears could hear clearly.
It seems true that some Japanese people have a tendency to be discriminatory against China.
When Jiang Hailong passed by the oval-faced flight attendant, he paused for a moment, then he stood close behind a tall black man whom he didn't know at all and whispered in Japanese: "Remember this coquettish girl, keep an eye on her and get her to Thailand."
You can get a good price in Pattaya!”
The black man heard someone talking behind him but didn't hear it clearly. He looked back and Jiang Hailong nodded to him with a smile. He also nodded inexplicably in response. Jiang Hailong glanced at the oval-faced stewardess again, and the girl was looking at him.
He clenched his little fists and his whole body was shaking, his face turned pale, he didn't know whether he was angry or frightened.
Japan is an island country surrounded by sea, and its northeast faces the Pacific Ocean. Sendai City is the largest city in the northeast of Japan, and it is also the most beautiful city. Many scenic spots and historic sites are scattered throughout, covering an area of 800 square kilometers and a population of more than 1 million. There is a city called
The Hirose River flows through the city center. Sendai Medical College has a long history and is a famous private medical school in the country.
Lu Xun studied at the school from the autumn of 1904 to the spring of 1906. It was during the Russo-Japanese War, and relevant slides were often played during class breaks. After a microbiology class, the slides played first showed a picture of Russian prisoners of war being beheaded, and then appeared
There is a picture of a strong Chinese man who has been beheaded. He is described as a Russian spy. There is a group of Chinese people watching the fun with dull expressions around him. Lu Xun is the only Chinese in the classroom, and the other Japanese students are all
He shouted: "Long live!" Lu Xun felt the numbness of the Chinese people and the arrogance of the Japanese, so he chose to abandon medicine and pursue literature. The Russo-Japanese War (1904.2-1905.9) was a war between Japan and Russia in Northeast China to occupy Northeast China and North Korea.
During the fighting in the country, the Qing government of China was forced to declare neutrality, and the war ended with Russia's defeat. Jiang Hailong thought, if I had been sitting in the classroom at that time, I would have gone crazy on the spot and asked a few Japanese students to go out and practice.
The Affiliated Hospital of Sendai Medical College where Jiang Hailong went is located on the outskirts of the city. Perhaps because Japan has less land, it occupies a smaller area than our domestic medical university hospitals, but the building is compact. Professor Muto male looks very young, 40 years old, unlike us.
Most of the well-known domestic professors have frost-stained temples and gray hair.
Jiang Hailong was arranged to spend half a day in the ward and half a day in the laboratory. He felt that Japanese people spoke fast and lived at a fast pace. They were excited and worked hard to go to work. He did not have the habit of taking a nap at noon, so he had free lunch in the restaurant.
It is very important to have a cup of coffee and chat about work-related things, as if opening a business salon, and then go to work and put on work clothes.
Contrary to China, here most leaders nod and bow to their subordinates. After completing a task, the superiors will bow to their subordinates and say thank you. During festivals, leaders send red envelopes and gifts to their subordinates to thank them for supporting their work. But subordinates are very afraid of their superiors because if they make mistakes in their work,
You will be severely reprimanded, even punished, and lose your job. The pressure is high and the competition is fierce, so you have to work hard. Japanese people play crazy after work and may use this as a way to vent their anger.
The affiliated hospital is well-known. There is a constant flow of patients and their families who come for treatment every day. Doctors and nurses wearing snow-white work clothes are busy running around in various wards like dots of white sails in the river.
The street outside the hospital is lined with shops, including hotels, hostels, Internet cafes, supermarkets, massage parlors, gyms, etc.
One weekend after get off work, colleagues invited me to the gym to compete in judo, and Muto was among them. There was no distinction between superiors and subordinates after get off work. Jiang Hailong naturally did not refuse after being invited, and just treated it as a fun show.
After a brief warm-up, the first person to appear was Dr. Sichuan, a burly man in his twenties. He took off his coat, and his biceps on his upper arms were bulging like hills. The way he stood showed that he had practiced a lot. The person facing him was Professor Muto, who was taller than him.
He is 1.75 meters tall and has a strong build. Jiang Hailong has not seen many Japanese dwarfs here, and he wonders if it is true that the milk on the Internet has made a generation stronger?
After Jiang Hailong took a closer look, he was surprised to find that Sichuan was actually wearing a red and white judo belt after putting on his judo uniform. Could it be that he was still a master? He knew that Japanese judo is divided into ten levels and five levels, which are distinguished by the color of the belt.
Indicates the rank. Novices who have not entered Dan are white belts, those from the first to fifth dan are black belts, those from sixth to eighth dan are red and white belts, and those from ninth to tenth dan are red belts. It is often said in novels that "so-and-so is a black belt in judo"
"Being an expert" is actually a misinformation, because a black belt is a junior level below fifth dan. Those who wear a red and white belt can be considered an expert, and the highest-level "red belt" is also rare in Japan.
Unexpectedly, Mutoo was also a good man. He actually fought Sichuan, who was more than ten years younger, for more than ten rounds. However, due to lack of physical strength, the merciless Sichuan tripped him and threw him to the ground.
Turned upside down.
Mutoh stood up and bowed before retreating. He was happy to win, but easy to lose. Exaggerated cheers and screams sounded at the same time.
Sichuan howled with excitement. He pushed back several colleagues who were eager to try. Suddenly he pointed at Jiang Hailong and said proudly: "I heard that Chinese people like 'Kung Fu'. Chinese doctor, do you dare to come and try it?" His tone was full of disdain.
He felt a little unhappy when he saw that Jiang Hailong had been watching with cold eyes and no cheers.
Jiang Hailong can tolerate the hatred of others but cannot tolerate contempt. His character is, if you hate me, I can wait for you to think of defeating me. If you look down upon me, I will tell you who is strong or weak immediately.
Jiang Hailong took off his coat and stepped forward, saying in a more arrogant tone than Sichuan: "Well, you just had a fight and I won't take advantage of you. If I don't knock you down within half a minute, I lose!"
After studying martial arts in college, I have done in-depth research on Japanese judo, Korean taekwondo, Muay Thai, Brazilian twists, Western boxing, etc., not to mention Chinese martial arts. Coupled with the guidance of Wang Tiejie and the special training of the Marine Corps, I have great skills.
Zeng, I really don’t take an amateur judo master seriously.
Everyone cheered, but no one of them dared to say such a thing to Sichuan. Muto Nan said loudly: "Jiang Sang, if you win, I will treat you!" He also wanted the people he introduced to help him regain some face and give it to the people watching the battle.
It brought a surprise. Everyone showed excitement and anticipation. Only Mutoo's assistant, Ms. Mieko, looked a little worried.
Sichuan's face was livid and he didn't say a word. He didn't give his best in sparring with Muto Man. During training, he could break thick bricks with his palms and smash pebbles with his fists. After listening to Jiang Hailong's arrogance, he thought to himself, I won't quarrel with you. The real seal is on the fists and feet. Don't blame me.
I'll hurt you mercilessly. After the two bowed to each other according to the rules, Sichuan stepped forward like a hungry tiger and raised his hand to chop. His quick movements brought wind with his palm. If this palm was a real chop, you can imagine the lethality.
Just when the palm was about to strike, Jiang Hailong could barely doddle away. Sichuan struck with his right palm, but before the opponent could stand firm, he followed up with a swift uppercut with his left hand. He was left-handed, and the uppercut from the back hand was his trump card.
Jiang Hailong did not retreat but advanced. He lowered his shoulders and used a counter-joint grapple to press Sichuan's body to a ninety-degree angle. He suddenly let go and lowered himself. Taking advantage of his unstable center of gravity, Jiang Hailong carried his weight of more than 100 kilograms forward with the tip of his elbow.
The inertia of the rush hit the sciatic nerve on the outside of Sichuan's right thigh with great force. Sichuan felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed car. His huge body flew more than two meters away and then fell to the ground with a bang.
Sichuan gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but his entire right leg was so numb and so weak that it could not bear the force, so he fell to the ground. Muto Man raised his left wrist, stared at the watch and raised his right hand and said: "Eight seconds!"
There was a burst of applause. The Japanese have always had a tradition of advocating martial arts. The winner is respected, and the loser is not laughed at, but there is no sympathy. Miezi looked at Jiang Hailong with a strange color in his beautiful eyes.