"Mr. Ye, are you really not considering staying in the USA? I think if you are willing to stay, the immigration office would roll out the red carpet for you just like our drug administration has, letting you create more miracles here!"
After everything was handed over, Dyson hesitated for a moment, looking at Ye Feng expectantly.
Ye Feng's miraculous medical skills had completely captivated the American people, showcasing the power of Huaxian culture.
Countless people desperately hoped that the person who had created all this was not a Huaxian, but an American, or at least a Huaxian immigrant to the USA, so that the glory would belong exclusively to the USA and not any other country.
"I am sorry, but when I was applying for my visa, I already told your diplomats that my face is a Huaxian face, and the blood flowing through my veins is also Yanhuang's blood, and this can never be changed."
Ye Feng smiled faintly, rejecting Dyson's proposal.
"What a pity..."
