Chapter 2270: : Chinese Society

The supper here is still very rich, in addition to the usual dishes, there are also a lot of seafood, and the waiters in the supper are very fast.
When Ye Chen greeted the three people for food and drink, seeing these three people, and passing by the Chinese, tourists, Ye Chen felt like they were in a certain urban village in Shanghai, only occasionally mixed with English, he felt that this place is somewhat similar to the domestic different.
Sun Xiaowei, Li Yifan, Zhou Zidong, the three of them were really hungry. When they tried to eat with the vegetables in front of them, because Ye Chen and Jiang Yu were eating western food and were already full, they were not too hungry now.
Ye Chen's gaze saw the gaze of other customers in the distance, with some strange eyes.
"Pay attention to your image," Ye Chen said.
Sun Xiaowei and the three raised their heads and saw someone in the distance looking at them with strange eyes, which looked at them as if they were hungry ghosts reborn.
These three people have known for a long time that many people in Singapore look at mainlanders with a discriminatory look. Even though the living standards of many big cities are about the same as that of Singapore, some people in Singapore still feel that the mainland is like that in the 1960s and 70s. .
The three of them slowed down, and Sun Xiaowei said, "I don't know them, so what do they think?"
"Because of this, you should pay attention to your personal image." Ye Chen said.
After a supper, it was almost 11 o’clock in the evening, and the three of them were very full. When Sun Xiaowei and Li Yifan were picking their teeth with toothpicks, Ye Chen thought of Jiang Yu who was alone in the suite of Shangri-La Hotel. Go back early to accompany Jiang Yu.
"We're full, let's go back." Ye Chen said.
When Ye Chen's waiter called over to check out, the total amount was more than 300 Singapore dollars. This shop gave Ye Chen a discount and charged them 300 Singapore dollars.
He took out three hundred Singapore dollars and ten dollars as a tip.
Tips here are very common, and if you tip, the waiter here will look different.
When Ye Chen just handed the money to the waiter and was about to leave, he suddenly saw two groups of people, all about the same age, young men in their twenties and thirties, fighting together directly outside the night snack shop.
They didn't take guns, but they fought with fruit knives.
Ye Chen didn't expect that he would encounter the underworld rush here.
The situation in Singapore is similar to that in China. There are no underworld groups officially, but in fact, there are still such groups.
Now that I see those two groups of people, I know at a glance because of the turmoil.
Sun Xiaowei was so scared that he wanted to leave with Ye Chen as soon as possible. As for Li Yifan and Zhou Zidong, they rarely saw such a scene.
When they saw the group of people fighting each other, the two were still standing there, picking their teeth with toothpicks, watching with relish.
"Let's go, don't get into the fire when the time comes." Ye Chen looked at Li Yifan and said.
Now other customers, as well as late-night snack shops, and the surrounding tourists, pedestrians are leaving in a hurry. After all, swords and guns have no eyes, and it will be troublesome to chop yourself.
Ye Chen took Sun Xiaowei and the three hurried out. Not far away from the fight between the two gangs, he saw a young man covered in blood lying on the ground, now asking for help from those around him.
However, just like in China, no one dared to make a move, because seeing the tattoo on that young man's body, one could tell that he was not a good person. It might be the same as the group of people who fought just now.
"Help me," the young man said.
Originally, Ye Chen didn't want to care about this kind of thing, not to mention, he didn't know what was going on. However, seeing the other person like that, out of nature, he still looked at Li Yifan and said: "Go and help him up, and then send him to the hospital."
Li Yifan and Zhou Zidong could only go over to help the young man on the ground, and then walked out of Chinatown. Ye Chen saw the young man, covered in blood, and now he could see that he was seriously injured in many places.
"Don't send me to the hospital, or I will be beaten to death." The young man said.
"Where will I take you?" Ye Chen asked.
Ye Chen knows that Singapore’s laws are very strict. In the past, people may have to be hanged alive, but now there is a criminal law of being beaten to death.
"Send me to a small private outpatient hospital," the young man said intermittently.
Ye Chen didn't know where there was any private clinic nearby. When he thought about Tang Shizhen, he took out his cell phone and called Tang Shizhen.
"Doctor Ye, what's the matter?" Tang Shizhen over there asked.
"Doctor Tang, I'm sorry, excuse me, there is one thing I need your help." Ye Chen said.
When Tang Shizhen knew what was going on, they asked Ye Chen to send the injured young man over. However, now the taxi outside saw the young man covered in blood and refused to get in the car at all. Ye Chen could only let Tang Shizhen drive over.
When Tang Shizhen drove over and saw Ye Chen and the injured young man standing there waiting for him, he hurriedly asked the three to take the injured young man into the car.
Now Ye Chen was sitting in the passenger seat, and the other four were sitting in the back, naturally a bit crowded. But now that saving lives is important, where can we manage so much?
When Tang Shizhen drove to his private clinic, Ye Chen asked, "Doctor Tang, isn't the law and order in Singapore very good? Why I saw two groups of people fighting in Chinatown just now!"
"The law and order is very good, but if there is black, there is white, and if there is white, there is black. This fight is normal." Tang Shizhen said.
Of course, this kind of thing, if it were in Singapore in the 60s and 70s, it was very normal, and in the past 30 years, Singapore has become very good in all aspects.
However, no matter how good, there will be something hiding in the dark.
When Tang Shizhen saw the tattoo on the injured young man, he could tell a little.
"Are you from 369 or from the Chinese Society?" Tang Shizhen asked.
"I'm from the Chinese News Agency, please don't call the police." The injured young man said.
Ye Chen didn't know 369, nor did he know what the Chinese society was, but Tang Shi was really clear. Now that he heard the young man confess his identity, he didn't ask any more questions.
When driving to his private clinic, Li Yifan and Zhou Zidong helped the injured young man to enter inside. When Tang Shizhen went to get the disinfectant and hemostatic paste, Ye Chen carefully checked the injured young man and found that the other party’s back. There were multiple scars on the back of his hand, and the cut was deep.
If only relying on disinfectant water and hemostatic patch, the effect is not great.
Ye Chen personally used some Chinese medicinal materials to make medicinal powder, and then hemostatic and bandaged the young man. To a certain extent, if those Chinese medicine powders are used well, the hemostatic effect will be faster than those of western medicine powders.