Professor Barack has had a hard time recently.

He felt that he was wandering between respiratory alkalosis every day, and the huge psychological pressure and the fear brought by alkalosis were like sea water, and he wanted to submerge himself.

However, what is even more terrifying than these is the boss's gloomy face.

As time goes by, the boss's face becomes less and less beautiful, and Professor Barack feels the breath of death more and more.

"Boss, are you on Twitter?" Professor Barack couldn't stand the operation that he didn't say a word throughout the whole process. He had mitosis unknowingly.

"I'm here occasionally, but I won't come here recently." Wu Mian replied while undergoing surgery.

"I looked through some Twitter yesterday. The cover of German Spiegel Weekly reported on the Chinese epidemic under the title "New Coronavirus, Made in China". Professor Barack said, "Boss, can you bear this?"

"As long as I don't look at it, it won't exist."

"There is also a Chinese female reporter who wrote about the treatment."

"They know nothing," Wu Mian said lightly. "In 2004, Mingjing Weekly published a news article saying "China wants to build its own space station." There is one sentence that impressed me."

Wu Mian paused, "I said that the technicians in China were crying and begged the United States to let China join the "International Space Station" project. China's Shenzhou spacecraft also specially built a docking window that matches the "International Space Station".

"..." Professor Barack suddenly remembered that the boss was the one who held the most vengeance.

How old was he in 2004? He seemed to be in his teenage years. He remembered everything clearly at that time. It is still vivid in his mind.

"The International Space Station is participated by 16 major companies in the world, and even Japan, India, and Brazil have participated, but they just don't bring Chinese to play.

You know everything about it later. In 2011, Huaxia also launched its own space station, Tiangong-1. Now, I guess astronauts have to learn Chinese first to go to heaven in the future, otherwise the operating interface of the space station will not be possible, so they can play with a yarn."

"Spiegel is the leader of fake news. A regular magazine made a tabloid Boulevardzeitung. Even if it is placed in a university library, it has to be torn to wipe its butt at any time."

"The Wall Street Journal has a similar statement."

"Putting the wrongdoing."

"What is putting a deception?"

"Do you remember when I was in Massachusetts, I beat Leo from the emergency department?" Wu Mian asked.

"That fool has resigned and went to Cleveland." Professor Barack smiled. "I remember that when you beat him, his mother didn't know him. It's so miserable."

Wu Mian continued the operation, and while silent, another Barack said, "Boss, you haven't said anything about taking the blame."

"Leo is, ready to rinse." Wu Mian said.

"Boss, The Wall Street Journal said that the epidemic is because Chinese people have poor physical fitness and are not hygienic. People have no food to eat, so they can only eat bats. What do they say about Asian patients? I think what they said is wrong."

"Idiot, why do you say this in front of the boss!" another professor Barack shouted, "Don't you want to live anymore? Or is your brain slowing down because of respiratory alkalosis, and you actually talk about the Wall Street Journal in front of the great and tough boss."

Wu Mian rinsed the abdominal cavity with warm salt water. Professor Barack's movements in his hands were not slow at all, and he followed Wu Mian's movements.

"Those stupid guys don't know that this is a perfect virus. Fortunately, the stupid commander was a little smart this time and was ready to announce the cessation of the flight. If it broke out in Greater America, I really can't imagine what would be!"

"Impossible! I have Professor Anthony in Greater America, and I have a CDC early warning system, and so many high-tech pharmaceutical companies..."

"Barack, don't always say these ignorant words." Wu Mian washed his abdominal cavity and checked for no active bleeding. He began to close his abdomen. "If you have time, you can check the flu information in the past five years."

"Boss, in the last five years? Is there anything special?"

"Last year of flu outbreak was different from before, and I don't know why..." Wu Mian was interrupted by Professor Barack in the middle of his speech.

"My God, you must know what happened, is that so, boss!"

"The boss must know what happened! You won't say a few words if you're stupid like a donkey? The meaning of Boss is already very obvious. It's very likely that Great America has become popular long ago."

"Impossible, it's just a normal flu. I've been in Massachusetts for that time and haven't seen any reports about the perfect virus."

"Since you want to challenge the boss's authority, then go and don't pull me. Boss, you want to hit him, and you must hit him in the left face."

"No! Boss is not so stingy. I'm doing academic discussions, which is impossible. Once a perfect virus appears, it will definitely be a big deal. In the Internet age, no one can hide it. Cdc cannot, they have a perfect process."

"Tie knot!" Wu Mian gently tapped Professor Barack's back with the pliers in his hand.

"Oh oh oh boss, do you really think there is something wrong?" Professor Barack asked.

"In the past few days, a Japanese MP reminded the EU that there was a pandemic. Have you read this news?" Wu Mian asked.

"No, what did you say?" Professor Barack asked.

"A Italian MP said that it is a disease that only yellow people will get."

"My God, is this a genetic weapon?!" Professor Barack said in surprise, "boss, is my understanding right?"

"The next patient." Wu Mian finished sewing, turned around and walked out of the operating room to change clothes.

Professor Barack stared at the incision on the operating table in a daze. The suture was perfect. The boss even did a beauty stitch on the girl. Even if the needlework was not good, he would try his best to restore her incision better.

Girls love beauty. The scars left by an incision should make her sad and sad for many years. So Wu Mian tried every possible way to make the incision smaller, the sutures were more delicate, and the scars would fade later.

"For yellow people... Oh my god, why didn't I see any similar news?" Professor Barack's eyes were rolling, obviously insincere.

"No one will pay attention to Twitter, even if someone sees it, he will only be happy. Do you still remember the girl from a few years ago?"

“Which?”

"The reporter asked us what if we owe a lot of money in China and can't pay it back. A girl of a few years said that if we kill them all, we don't have to pay it back."

"My God, I remember. But that's just one..."
Chapter completed!