"Boss, I miss you!"

After dialing the phone, Barack said directly to Wu Mian.

"Barack, I miss you too. I really want to have a few surgeries."

To Barack's surprise, the sound from the other side of the phone was gentle, and even if you could just listen to the boss's words, you could "see" a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Boss, are you laughing?! You are actually laughing?!" Professor Barack was surprised and inexplicably.

"Yes, I can't laugh." Wu Mian said, "What's wrong with me? You won't call me just because you miss me, and tell me what's wrong."

"..." Professor Barack was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Can the epidemic in Tianhe City be controlled within 3 months?"

"The curve has reversed. Today, the number of beds vacant in the temporary hospital has reached 2,234, and there is also good news. There is more than 800 free beds in designated hospitals."

"I must have thought it was wrong, it must be. Tell me that you didn't mean it, boss, tell me immediately!"

"You guessed right, as long as you have common sense, you will know what this means, although you are not an expert in virology and infectious diseases." Wu Mian said with a smile, "Cheer, Barack, there is yours in this victory. You have witnessed the arrival of miracles, which is enough to make you blow for fifty years until the day you walk into the grave."

"..." Professor Barack didn't want to cheer at all, he just wanted to cry.

"Don't speak? My poor little Bellack doesn't speak? I guess." Wu Mian said after pondering for 2.3 seconds, "By the way, 35 nurses and 54 residents of the Life Care Center in Washington, D.C. have developed coronavirus symptoms. Their director just asked me what to do. Barack, you should be consulting me about the epidemic in the United States."

"Yes, boss, Jones performed surgery on a suspected patient ten days ago. Now, except for one person, everyone on the operating table has begun to have fever. The strong black aunt in the operating room, who looks like a Hulk, has moved into the iCu."

"What a bad news." Wu Mian said lightly, without a trace of surprise.

Barack couldn't hear a slight bad tone from the boss's tone. He was like sitting on the beach of Miami Island basking in the sun and drinking beer. Leisurely and relaxed, and even Barack could hear the mockery.

"Boss, you shouldn't be like this." Professor Barack muttered in a low voice.

"I did nothing, Washington Kilkland Life Care Center asked me if there were any extra kits, masks and protective clothing. Tell me, how could I get these things."

Barack almost cried.

"Boss, you have a mask factory, which is 3m!"

"All supplies must be supplied on the front line. You know, we are not ready to supply masks to the world." Wu Mian said lightly.

"Boss, I want to apply for 5...no, 3 kits, I think I should also do a test."

"Did you send it to Jones?" Wu Mian asked directly.

"Yes." Professor Barack's mitosis was strangled by today's "bad news". He said weakly, without any sign of division.

"I'll apply. You are a front-line staff member. Save me and my Yatou's kits. There are still 8 kits." Wu Mian said, "But are you sure there is no problem with the mail delivery? You may not be able to pass the customs inspection."

Professor Barack sighed deeply.

"By the way, let me tell you a news - Washington Kilkland Life Care Center only tested nucleic acid for one nurse and one patient, and they were both positive," said Wu Mian.

Professor Barack's eyes widened.

"They don't have any extra kits, and cdc can provide about 6-10 tests per day."

"It's really rare for a hospital."

"No, Barack, the 6-10-person examination is not the Washington Kilkland Life Care Center, but the whole United States can only have so many inspections."

"Damn!" Barack skillfully spit out a national curse.

"Do you know why?"

"Why?" Barack was depressed by the continuous bad news, and he almost lost all hope.

"Because Mr. Jared Kushner is preparing to open two biologics companies to sell kits. Now, Mr. Jared Kushner is not ready yet. For him, everyone who may need kits is green dollars."

Jared Kushner! It turned out to be him!

But this is an emergency. Faced with a perfect virus, patients diagnosed will have geometric multiples every day delayed.

But Jared Kushner actually wants to use the kit as a means to make money?!

"I have no good idea, you know the situation in Tianhe City, Barack." Wu Mian said, "We just reversed the situation and have a few months left before we win and become a production base around the world."

"Boss, what do you judge about the United States?" Barack asked with his spirits.

"Who knows, that is the country of God's blessing. The virus will not infect white people. You must believe that the "great" Fort Derek military base has developed an antidote."

This time, no need to guess, Barack had already heard the boss's mouth full of mockery and ridicule, just like the boss he met at Massachusetts General Hospital.

"The United States will definitely be fine. As long as you get sick, the helicopter will fly to Fort Derek and it will be cured soon."

"Boss, Jones is sick now." Professor Barack said embarrassedly.

Even he, the top surgeon, is not qualified to fly directly to Building 731 in Deborah by helicopter.

"Oh, in the eyes of the commander, he is not a human." Wu Mian smiled, "Tell Jones to drink more hot water."

“…”

"This is the only way. By the way, don't use medicine indiscriminately. Now, according to the observation of the medical expert team, there is no drug to treat, and the only antidote I should be in Deborah."

"Boss, why are you all full of conspiracy theories like Red Neck?"

"This is the fact. I think you will see more facts in the days to come." Wu Mian said, "I'll contact the kit, but these are useless, you know."

"Is there really no hope?"

"Barack, do you remember how you told me at that time? This is the perfect virus!" Wu Mian said lightly.

"But Tianhe City has reached the turning point!"

"Oh, that's it. The Ansa people may not be able to do what the Chinese can do. And I have a very bad guess."

"What?"
Chapter completed!