"Barack, I'm finished," Jones cried.

"You bastard wasn't like this before," Professor Barack shouted, "You must be because of fear, don't worry, you and the cute Levine must be infected with the new pneumonia virus!"

"Barack, I had an operation ten days ago," Jones said.

Surgery? As a surgeon, what are the procedures?

"I understand, the patient has fever symptoms! Jones, how about the doctor and nurse who followed the stage? Is the black aunt in the operating room okay?!"

"No, Barack, the aunt has moved into the icu."

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"The only 6 people in the operating room that day and the people who came to see me for the surgery were damn Tucker, who was fine, everyone else had symptoms of fever."

"I'll go... aren't you wearing masks? Damn it, the virus in the lungs sprayed out after tracheal intubation, and it's so powerful?!"

Professor Barack was shocked. Although he had worked on the front line of Tianhe City for a long time, he had never seen the medical staff around him get infected.

Moreover, as protective materials became more and more sufficient, he had begun to dislike the cumbersome steps to put on and take off protective clothing, and felt that it was a bit redundant.

"Silly Bellak, how can the protection level of an ordinary operating room prevent the virus from spreading! This is a perfect virus. Poor operating room Aunt Trey, who is so strong, was sent to the icu as soon as possible, I guess..."

"You still have time to think about that irritable, rude mouse. Barack, do you know how close you are to the virus every day now. Damn it, this is the worst news, Jones, I heard that the virus only contagious people with yellow races."

Barack still has a glimmer of hope.

"Barack, that's not the case. At least, the situation has changed now. I guess it may be that the virus has mutated, or the Fort Derek picks up the bastard and releases the unstable virus."

"What a bad news, I think you should..."

"Barack, I want a test kit! You must have it, right? Huaxia is a factory in the world. I heard that they can now do 100,000 tests every day."

"But the kit is still not enough. I'll ask boss, Jones, don't worry. This is a self-limiting disease. Even if it is diagnosed, it requires immunity to cure the virus in your body." Professor Barack tried his best to comfort him.

"You are in China, have you found any new treatments?"

"I don't know, damn... The great boss sent me to a small hospital, where I had simple surgery, appendix cutting, gallbladder cutting, and boring. The key is that he PUA me, saying that my large amount of talk may lead to respiratory alkalosis. My God, you know, it's just surgery that doesn't speak every day, it's simply..."

"Barack, my temperature has reached 39.2 degrees Celsius," Jones emphasized.

"Jones, I think you're panicked."

"Barack, you are not in the United States, you don't know what's going on." Jones said in frustration. "Dr. Anne Schachart, chief deputy director of CDC, believes that judging from the current global situation, it is only a matter of time before the virus breaks out in the United States will be inevitable."

"My God, so bad?!"

"There is a saying now that the number of confirmed cases in the United States has exceeded 1,000! Do you know that Barack, this is still a conservative estimate, it is news from 3 days ago. Cdc doesn't know what to do, and can only destroy the kit! This group of miscellaneous people!! May they go to hell after death and curse them to live in magma forever."

"..." Barack suddenly remembered the empty streets of Tianhe City.

"We are all desperate. Now we have confirmed that there are 6 deaths. In China, 6 deaths on January 20, increased to 9 on the second day, and the number of infections 1975 was 4 days later; in South Korea: 5 deaths on February 23, increased to 8 on the next day, and the number of infections 2337 after 5 days."

"It's like a flood!" said Barack.

He was not surprised because he had personally experienced the anti-epidemic process in Tianhe City. After surgery in protective clothing every day, his diapers had been added to the third floor. Every day when he returned to the hotel, he would curse the damn boss.

Barack knew everything Jones said.

Before, he blindfolded himself and did not think about the cases of white people being infected among the evacuated overseas Chinese, pretending that all this was just a rare situation.

But Jones's phone shattered all the phantoms.

"Damn the actor, a bad orator, he shouldn't be the commander!" Jones was still cursing, "Just yesterday, he stated that there was no need to cancel large-scale gatherings, and there was no need to wear masks."

"Jones, if so, no one can do it." Barack sighed, "the number of people determines everything."

"I want a kit, please, because I have performed surgery on Little Beyoncé..."

"Jones, I will definitely send you the mail to the kit, at least 5!"

"I want 100!"

"There are not many test kits on this side..." Barack said helplessly, "You know the character of the Great Devil. At this time, he would rather throw the dollar on my face than give me the test kit."

"What should that big devil be doing?" Jones suddenly asked curiously.

"He has been in the temporary hospital."

"What is that?"

"All patients with mild symptoms are isolated in places like gymnasiums. Tianhe City has built dozens of similar places, tens of thousands of people..."

"My God! They actually used this primitive method to isolate the perfect virus?!" Jones was surprised.

"Jones, can you think of a better way? What I want to tell you is that the Great Demon is very unstable and very anxious. I can only have my quota, 5. How about the logistics now?"

"Don't mention bad logistics, I can't buy masks in physical stores. I bought 20 N95 masks online. It has been 12 days since the masks have not yet come to my hands."

"Jones, I'll ask the boss and ask him to give you a remote consultation. You know, his surgery is at the peak, but his diagnosis is better than the surgery."

Hanging off Jones' phone, Barack did not look for Wu Mian directly. He took a deep breath and stared at the neon sky river.

Compared to when we came, the lights in Tianhe City were much brighter.

Many tall buildings use lights to depict various Chinese characters, but Barack couldn't understand them. He listened to Haitao that it was written on it, such as Tianhe Come on, China Come on.

It has been a long time since I looked at the scenery outside, and before I knew it, the Tianhe River seemed to be gradually revitalizing.

Barack felt a little sad.

Jones is a doctor at Massachusetts General Hospital. If he can't even get tested, if all participants and visitors of a surgery are infected, the matter has reached an irreversible level.
Chapter completed!