"Look, this is a word game."

"What you say is like singing is like being at a concert. If Her Majesty is infected, I don't know if he will give up treatment."

"Definitely not. Her Majesty the Queen has left Buckingham Palace and went to Windsor Castle to avoid the new pneumonia virus. I guess Her Majesty the Queen is very angry. Downing Street said that everyone should be immune, and this is a murder for all the elderly!"

"Is it the reason why the prince has not succeeded to the throne for too long?"

"Who knows, the BBC said that if the new pneumonia virus spreads further, she will be self-isolated with her husband, Prince Philip, at Sandringham Manor. Barack, you can see how important it is to have a manor!"

"I have had it, but only 1 hour and 22 minutes. The damn circuit breaker destroyed my dreams and my manor."

The two Baracks kept talking, and occasionally a discordant voice appeared, as if he had begun to split his third personality without realizing it.

The continuous blows have been too many recently, too frequent, which makes Barack's spirit unbearable.

If there wasn't a boss who helped pay off the debt, Barack would know where he would be now.

"Professor Barack, this is Forbes' report." Wang Qingshan tried to argue.

"Can Forbes' words believe? 70,000 medical volunteers rushed to New York, including many retired doctors and nurses, to support New York hospitals, which were seriously insufficient due to the COVID-19 pandemic. This kind of news is simply fake, and there is no word worth believing." Professor Barack was interrupted by Wang Qingshan and shouted angrily.

"More than 76,000 medical volunteers responded to the call to help the hospital fight the epidemic. My God, will all registered doctors and nurses come? Who gives Forbes and who gives Cuomo's confidence? Do you know how much the salary of every doctor and nurse?"

"They... can be free." Wang Qingshan swallowed hard and defended quietly.

"No money? There are at least 30,000 people here that have not graduated yet. Are you helping them pay back the damn loan?"

"Barack, I seem to hear the guidance-Go, God is with you."

"Your sarcasm is useless, it's like the garbage in Brooklyn. Now New York hospitals don't even have protective clothing and ventilators are not enough. Even Cuomo uses the National Guard to hold the Wall Street bosses hostage..."

"You are dreaming that you can't even find a cent from those miser and blood-sucking guys."

"Even if I am like this, can you understand me? Even so, there is no supplies, what are they going to do? Are they going to die?"

"This picture is so beautiful. Did the pit dug in New York prepare for these 76,000 people?"

Wang Qingshan fell into the face of Professor Barack's self-talk.

“30,334 registered nurses, 8,058 doctors, 6,795 licensed intern nurses, 3,943 practicing nurses, and 1,940 physician assistants. In addition, there are more than 12,000 psychiatric professionals.

I said that New York needs the most mental illness doctors, Wall Street should treat them! Their mental problems are very serious!"

"Did you read that report, Barack."

"I looked at it twice, and I didn't dare to look at it too much, for fear that it would lower my IQ and defeat me in the familiar field."

"As the pioneers in responding to the epidemic, they care about public health and save patients in hospitals from danger. Their behaviors are full of love and courage.

The report actually said that Cuomo, the guy who should go to Hollywood, would say this, my god, are they lying now and no longer thinking about it?"

"Iron Man, Spider-Man, I think it's time for them to come on stage. Cheer, the citizens of Gotham."

"What should Britain do? You can't summon old Merlin, right? If possible, it's also the undead master who summoned it."

"I also saw someone calculate that if the situation in Italy occurs in the whole United States, there will be 800,000 patients infected with the new pneumonia virus. It's so naive. Apart from the group of scum on Wall Street, everything else in my America is just production tools, including myself!"

"It's great that you can recognize this, Barack Clown, you are yourself!"

Wang Qingshan's mind was covered in mucus.

The last time I met Professor Barack, Wu Mian was there, and he always interrupted his "self-conversation" and didn't seem to feel that it was noisy.

But this time, Wang Qingshan completely realized the terribleness of Professor Barack after facing the promotional version of mitosis and was impressed.

"If there is no test, there will be no medical run without treatment. This is very simple common sense. It costs at least $1 million to treat a patient, and not many people can afford it. They can only be thrown into a deep pit and wait for death to come."

"Deep pit? What is a deep pit?" Wang Qingshan asked in confusion.

Professor Barack glanced at Wang Qingshan and then treated him as air.

"Go back to the dormitory and go find the boss."

"It is not allowed to gather now. When will I go back to Bajingzi? The boss said he would treat him to a little brothel stewed mushrooms. He has been talking for 6 years! Men, it is not worth believing in their words!"

"The boss is that way. You can say this to him, but don't say this to Chu. Every day when I face Ren, I feel that there is a smell of an elderly person floating on my body. He doesn't drink alcohol. With such a roommate, life is simply boring."

"Don't say ill words in front of the boss. Every anesthesiologist and every device nurse have a higher status in the medical team than you. You are now going well..."

Professor Barack changed his clothes while "talking to himself", and left without saying hello.

When he walked out of the locker room door, Wang Qingshan muttered in a low voice, "Why do you say that American doctors won't go to support me? You're wrong."

Professor Barack was still hearing with constant noise. He turned to look at Wang Qingshan and said contemptuously, "Then let the facts prove that if more than 50 people go to New York, I would recommend you to Massachusetts General Hospital."

“…”

Wang Qingshan was silent.

50 people? Are there none of these people?

"In order to avoid contact with the virus, they will not enter places with severe patients." Professor Barack's voice came in. Even though he had left, he was still talking.

"Yes, it's just like the harmonious hospital that the boss mentioned. It would rather close the door than treat patients with the new pneumonia virus."
Chapter completed!