Owen Rothschild stood up.


    "Owen, you should know that at least half of our Chinese area is not suitable for living," Wu Mian said.


    "From this point of view, America has great advantages. It is a god given country and a temple on the top of the mountain." Owen smiled.


    "I don''t deny your statement," said Wu Mian with a slight smile, "but Aowen, please remember Yin Yuzhen''s words - you can''t let the desert bully you to death."


    The smile on Owen''s face dispersed and looked at Wu Mian seriously.


    "The legend of the great flood exists in almost every civilization. We are female cochlea to mend the sky, Dayu to control the flood, Kuafu chasing the sun and Jingwei filling the sea. If you don''t want me to live, do his mother!"


    Wu Mian said a rude word.


    The content of this paragraph is not very clear to Aowen, but Wu Mian''s tone has expressed its meaning quite clearly.


    "In other words, the medical level of our country can only be said to be average, especially in high-end medical treatment." Wu Mian said frankly, "there must always be development, and what can I do alone? Even if I have surgery 24 hours a day and go out of the clinic 24 hours a day, what can I do is very limited."


    "Wu, you are different from most Chinese people I know."


    "Hehe, in fact, it''s almost the same." Wu Mian said, "just opened the door, are you scared? Ideological steel seal, you know."


    "Hahaha, Wu, your joke is not funny at all. But Liu is really a great thinker. He can integrate the absurd facts into the story. When I saw here, I thought of a lot of things. This metaphor is really appropriate. It can be called a fable like Aesop."


    "Yes, Owen." Wu Mian said seriously, "there is an old man in cardiothoracic surgery who studied cardiothoracic surgery in Australia. He was stamped with the ideological seal after he left the country. He didn''t like anything when he returned home."


    "You beat him." Owen knew Wu Mian''s temper and asked with a smile.


    "Sure," said Wu Mian, "but I don''t hate him very much."


    "Why?" Owen asked strangely.


    "Because it''s human instinct to admire Qiang. In other words, human beings have an instinctive need to pursue a better life. Moreover, their various dislikes can objectively urge progress," Wu Mian said, "It''s like when the former Soviet Union was in, the United States could have a large number of middle classes as samples, and didn''t dare to squeeze the surplus value desperately. But now... Owen, I have a guess."


    "Needless to guess, the moment when the former Soviet Union fell suddenly was the most glorious moment of the Empire," Owen said. "We all know that America has been going downhill since then."


    "You know?"


    "Capitalists will sell the noose to those who hang them." Owen smiled and said, "I have studied capital, and you are not the only one who will never forget it."


    "Aren''t you afraid to sell the noose, too?"


    "Wu, do you know Hamer?"


    Wu Mian laughed. Owen Rothschild was a wonderful man, and he thought things clearly. Hammer, an American doing business with the former Soviet Union during the economic crisis, this example is indeed very appropriate.


    "Indeed, the earlier you sell the noose, the less you will be hanged. In our words, hammer is a red capitalist."


    Owen Rothschild raised the wine glass in his hand, and the wine in the glass rippled slightly, with many red waves.


    "The door won''t be completely closed, as long as people with brains know. So the worse the situation is, the better it will be for me," said Owen Rothschild.


    Wu Mian stretched out his right thumb and silently praised.


    "You go on," said Owen.


    "In the more than 10 years after the founding of the people''s Republic of China, the average life expectancy in China has increased from only more than 30 years to more than 60 years. Owen, I guess you must think that there is no role of war and other factors."


    Owen Rothschild nodded without concealment.


    "This is only one of the factors, others are drinking boiled water and barefoot doctors."


    "I''ve studied that boiling water is really important," Owen said.


    "No, Owen, you don''t know. Why do I say NASA for example?"


    Owen Rothschild frowned slightly, the waves of red wine rippled in front of him, and Wu Mian looked dignified.


    He knows the significance of this exchange. So far, Owen has given up persuading Wu Mian to go back with him, but he wants to know what the talented man in front of him thinks.


    "There is an old Chinese saying that there are seven things to open the door: firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. Firewood has a higher status than rice. Drinking boiled water has been the life of aristocrats from ancient times to today and decades ago."


    "Most people will certainly live longer if they drink boiled water and have fewer parasites. But you know, there were more than one billion of us. At that time, it was still a painful March from agricultural society to industrial society. Trees were not enough."


    "But you''re doing well now," said Owen Rothschild


    Wu Mian didn''t go on with AO Wen''s words, but continued, "barefoot doctor is also very important. With insignificant money, in the countryside... Forget it, I told you you you wouldn''t think of any similar picture."


    "Did you come back to be a barefoot doctor?" Owen asked.


    "No, I came back to teach barefoot doctors. No matter how capable I am, the number of people I can treat and save is limited. That''s what I want to do to improve the overall medical level." Wu Mian said. "As for what your media say, it doesn''t matter how NASA talks nonsense and praises or belittles."


    Owen Rothschild shook his head slightly. His world outlook was completely different from Wu Mian. It is said that the three views are different and can not communicate, but he has a very close relationship with Wu Mian.


    "But we''re all used to it. It doesn''t matter if we listen to dogs. By the way, many hospitals hired me to be a tenured professor. Guess why I chose Massachusetts?"


    "I don''t know."


    "Because I have an idol," said Wu Mian with a smile. "Qian Lao is a lifelong professor at MIT. In MIT, I can feel his breath."


    "Hahaha, Wu, you told me you were a materialist."


    "The same." Wu Mian smiled. "I''ll accompany you all day. I''ll go back to the hospital early tomorrow morning. There''s still room for improvement in the treatment of Alzheimer''s disease. I want to be the best with the existing machines and technology."


    "The technique is not perfect?" Owen Rothschild suddenly became nervous.


    "We should always find a balance between time and surgical effect," Wu Mian said. "You don''t have to worry about Aowen. Although I can''t guarantee 100%, your partner''s Alzheimer''s problem should be solved and at least a large part of it can be recovered."


    "I hope to have a good ending."


    "As you wish."