Chapter 471: Chapter 440: Before Departing

Huaxia’s Embassy in Meng

Luo KaiXuan was in talks with the person in charge of the embassy and Karen, the person responsible for receiving them on Bangladesh’s side.

“We require you to ensure the safety of our medical personnel, including the accompanying security team and a sufficient supply of protective equipment.”

Luo KaiXuan stated seriously to Karen in front of him.

“Among these medical staff, several are particularly important doctors from our Huaxia, and we hope you would also send someone from the embassy to assist.”

After speaking with Karen, he turned to look at Duan Weilai, the person in charge of the embassy.

“Luo, I will arrange everything you’ve mentioned tonight, but there’s a favor I need to ask you. Our mayor in Chittagong City needs one of your Huaxia doctors to treat him before the completion of your aid mission.”

Karen readily agreed to Luo KaiXuan’s request, as she had been planning to report back as soon as she met Luo KaiXuan and his team.

The senior leadership should have made the arrangements by now.

“That’s good to hear, Karen. I trust your execution, but I still need to ask what ailment our mayor needs treatment for?”

Luo KaiXuan nodded; he had interacted with Karen before and naturally trusted her as a competent diplomat.

However, he did not rashly agree to Karen’s request, and instead, he started to inquire about the details.

“Um… Luo, our mayor needs to have heart surgery next week, but highly skilled cardiothoracic surgeons are very scarce throughout the city… We’ve heard that there’s a Doctor Dai in your team, a highly skilled cardiothoracic surgery expert from Huaxia…”

Karen did not beat around the bush and stated the situation directly.

Hearing this, Luo KaiXuan lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds before looking up with a smile, “It appearsyou have already done your homework on our aid team members. Yes, indeed, there is a top-tier cardiothoracic specialist named Dai Zhengguo.”

“I now understand your needs, and I’ll communicate with him. If he agrees, I can accept your request.”

Luo KaiXuan chose not to unilaterally commit on behalf of Dai Zhengguo but used a more cautious phrasing instead.

Karen hesitated for a moment but finally nodded.

She understood that it was impossible to compel such a high-level expert if he was unwilling.

Seeing Karen deep in thought, Luo KaiXuan then turned his attention to Duan Weilai.

For this mission, it wasn’t enough just to have the cooperation of the Meng side; it would be best to also have the help of the permanent staff from the local embassy.

Duan Weilai understood his intent and nodded, saying, “KaiXuan, our embassy here doesn’t have many people either. What we can do is assign two of our own as guides to help you overcome language barriers.”

Duan Weilai looked at Luo KaiXuan with a somewhat apologetic expression; his embassy was not large and aside from those needed for basic operations, the available resources were very limited.

Unexpectedly, Luo KaiXuan grinned and patted his shoulder, “One guide will be enough; we have capable people in our team, and the communication issue is not significant.”

“You should rather arrange some more supplies for our aid team.”

Although Karen had already mentioned arranging the necessary supplies, Luo KaiXuan knew that only Huaxia people understood Huaxia people best, and Duan Weilai would know what they truly needed.

“Alright, I’ll have our logistics department arrange that,”

Duan Weilai nodded, speaking earnestly.

“Let’s leave our discussion here. I need to go back to the hotel now. I haven’t really rested properly during the days on the ship.”

Luo KaiXuan sighed with relief, having finally arranged everything needed before heading to the Rohingya refugee camp.

He had been running around for this matter for days, fearing any minor oversight.

The personnel in this aid team were all very crucial; even a small issue would be difficult to explain upon his return.

“See you tomorrow, Luo.”

“KaiXuan, I hope you return triumphant.”

Karen and Duan Weilai stood up, each shaking hands with Luo KaiXuan to say goodbye.

Putting aside their professions and work, the three were quite good friends.

After the farewells, Luo KaiXuan put on his mask and hurriedly left the embassy to return to the hotel.

At the hotel, Gu Yu and his group had already been out for a while.

It was only when Gu Yu himself arrived on the streets of Chittagong that he understood the meaning of disarray.

The area near the front door of the hotel was okay, perhaps due to face-saving measures, as canopies and temporary stalls were not allowed, making it appear relatively spacious and clean.

However, three hundred meters away from the hotel, Gu Yu felt as though he had been transported back to the Huaxia of the ’90s.

Passers-by on the streets were dressed simply, and many roadside stalls encroached upon the street, selling both familiar and unfamiliar fruits, along with various handcrafted artifacts.

The clothes hanging on the racks were ridiculously cheap; the exchange rate between the Huaxia Coin and the Bangladesh Currency Taka was roughly 1:14, yet these clothes on the roadside wouldn’t cost more than 300 Taka even for the pricier ones.

“These clothes are so cheap… but I don’t feel the urge to buy them.”

Lin Xinyue, holding Gu Yu’s hand and swinging it, looked in surprise at the price tags on the clothes.

Though these clothes were low-priced, their styles did not meet the aesthetic preferences of most Huaxia people, resembling more a patchwork of fabrics stitched together.

The local dress style leaned towards conservativeness, with fabrics wrapped around the body, somewhat like a loose version of a mummy.

So, even though the prices were low, Lin Xinyue felt no desire to buy.

Gu Yu was also astonished that there could be a street that could make a woman lose her shopping desire.

“I don’t want to browse anymore…” Lin Xinyue had walked barely two hundred meters when she stopped Gu Yu.

“Hahaha… What shall we do next?” Gu Yu couldn’t help laughing.

“Let’s go there to play!” Lin Xinyue looked around and suddenly pointed at a lane on the left with a prominent signboard that read–brniosiimaa.

“What does that mean?” Gu Yu couldn’t understand the Bengali on the signboard.

“I don’t know.” Lin Xinyue shrugged her shoulders crisply.

Gu Yu: “…You don’t even know what it means, and you want to go there to play!”

Lin Xinyue put her hands on her hips and glared at Gu Yu: “Can’t I?”

Gu Yu: “You can!”

He then turned to look at Wu Shaohan, who was carefully examining a piece of fabric at a stall.

Wu Shaohan, feeling Gu Yu’s gaze, put down the fabric in his hands, and followed Lin Xinyue’s line of sight to locate the sign.

Seeing the words on the sign, he raised his eyebrows slightly: “Shooting range? Borneo Shooting Range.”

“Shooting range!?”

“Shooting range!!?”

Lin Xinyue and Gu Yu exclaimed in unison, Lin Xinyue in excitement, Gu Yu in panic.

“Yes, yes! Let’s go to the shooting range!” Lin Xinyue was extremely enthusiastic.

Gu Yu grabbed her, speaking firmly, “You can’t!”

Lin Xinyue looked puzzled: “Why not?”

Gu Yu: “Just because you can’t!”

Vote