Taoist Lin drank porridge with regret.
Porridge is not as good as that made in the mountains. It''s a little thin. It''s obvious that there is more salt in the small pickles without money. Taoist Lin knew that first, he was afraid of being bad. Second, he didn''t want money for this thing. If it wasn''t salty enough, he was afraid it would be eaten up soon.
I''m used to enjoying happiness on laogua mountain. Taoist Lin is not used to it after going down the mountain.
It''s nothing. Taoist Lin''s greatest regret is that he didn''t see little martial uncle practicing acupuncture.
Wu Mian ate very delicious. He looked at Wen, but he ate a drawer of steamed stuffed buns in less than a minute.
"Little martial uncle, you''re eating fast." Taoist Lin didn''t finish the two steamed stuffed buns. Seeing that the drawer in front of Wu Mian was clean, he hurriedly said.
"Don''t worry. Take your time. I''m sick. I''m always in the hospital." Wu Mian said. "At first, when I was in the hospital, I ate very slowly, but later I found that I couldn''t. after sitting down for two minutes, the patient''s family came to look for it. After dealing with one patient, wash their hands, come back and sit down, and then the next patient came to look for it again. Basically, I washed my hands during a meal, and I was full of hand sanitizer."
"Ha ha ha." Taoist Lin thought of his internship experience in Medical University. However, those unforgettable memories have been blurred. Taoist Lin is very glad that he has not engaged in medical treatment.
It''s really like this to persuade people to learn medicine. Taoist Lin thought while chewing and swallowing carefully.
I have crossed mountains and seas
When Wu Mian''s mobile phone rang, Taoist Lin peeked and saw a complex expression on the little martial uncle''s face.
Four points despise, three points dislike, two points anger, and even one point want to escape.
Who is this? Isn''t it the little lover of little martial uncle calling? Taoist Lin thought that there was something he didn''t have.
Otherwise, with the identity and status of little martial uncle, no one would make his expression so wonderful.
Sure enough, Wu Mian hesitated for at least 20 seconds before answering the phone.
Taoist Lin lowered his head and drank porridge. His ears stood up like a rabbit''s ears. Did he still move.
A few seconds later, Taoist Lin was a little confused.
It is expected that little martial uncle''s English is fluent and he can''t understand it. But when little martial uncle and Aowen talk, they occasionally speak English with a smooth intonation.
As for now, Taoist Lin vaguely heard a smell of curry.
"No! No!! no!!!" Wu Mian refused a series of times and hung up without hesitation.
There was a mouthful of bean curd left. Wu Mian picked up the bowl and wanted to drink, but hesitated and put the bowl down again.
He took out a cigarette, lit it without hesitation, did not say hello to Taoist Lin, and hid in a corner to smoke.
Taoist Lin felt that his eyes were a little flowery. It seemed that he was mistaken. Just now he saw the little martial uncle''s hand... Shaking!
It''s impossible. It''s impossible.
Taoist Lin''s understanding of Wu Mian began with his old man. In the old man''s mouth, little martial uncle is a young genius. He is bound to spread his wings and soar beyond the sky in the future.
When the little martial uncle returned to bajingzi Township this time, Taoist Lin had a deeper understanding of Wu Mian. In addition to his genius, he has many labels, one of which is tough.
How about traffickers?
How about Wang Qingshan?
How''s Mayo''s professor?
I was slapped away by little martial uncle.
However, Taoist Lin just read the fear from Wu Mian''s expression and action.
The little martial uncle who is not afraid of heaven and earth is really afraid of people!
It must be an affair! Little martial uncle, a scum man, was afraid that he would snitch with little martial mother when he heard it, and then ran away.
"Boss, scan the code." Taoist Lin smilingly took out his mobile phone and scanned the code to pay. In the face of all the people, the mountain fairy Lin even walked around with his mobile phone and came to Wu Mian.
"Little martial uncle, who is it?" Taoist Lin asked with a smile.
"It''s none of your business." Wu Mian had a bad temper and smoked fiercely.
The fireworks made a slight sound, which was like a sound in Taoist Lin''s ears.
I guessed right this time! Taoist Lin understood. Men? Men know it.
"Little martial uncle, all men will make mistakes. It''s okay." Taoist Lin said with relief.
Wu Mian was stunned. Half of the cigarette butts in his hand almost didn''t poke into Taoist Lin''s face.
"What are you talking about?" Wu Mian said a rude word.
"I''ve seen it all. You were afraid just now." Taoist Lin said with a smile. "Little Shifu is not here again. What are you afraid of? I''m sure I won''t tell little Shifu. Don''t worry."
"Don''t talk nonsense," said Wu Mian. "It''s one of the top secret Infectious Diseases Research Institute of the U.S. Army in Fort Detrick..."
Wu Mian hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "patient."
"Patient? Male or female?"
"Man, what do you think?" Wu Mian raised his feet to kick Taoist Lin.
"What do I think? Are you afraid of him? You lost the fight?"
"I''ve never lost a fight." Wu Mian took a hard smoke and closed his eyes, as if he wanted to forget something unpleasant in the past.
But good memory became a heavy burden at this time, and Wu Mian couldn''t breathe.
"Little martial uncle, what''s going on? Share it." Taoist Lin asked grimly.
"Do you really want to hear?"
"Yes."
"Don''t regret?" asked Wu Mian.
"..." Taoist Lin was stunned. Is there any secret involved?
"Well, I taught in Massachusetts three years ago." Wu Mian couldn''t forget it anyway. Taoist Lin wanted to hear it, so he said, "one day I received an email saying that all the top secret infectious diseases research of the U.S. Army in Fort Detrick were ill and needed consultation."
Taoist Lin is a little disappointed. If he wants to see a doctor, he won''t be flirty.
No entertainment at all.
"You know, I can''t get in Fort Detrick."
"Why?"
"Because they can''t let us Chinese know what they study," said Wu Mian, "but Indians can."
Taoist Lin nodded and pretended to understand.
"A India researcher was bleeding and bruised all over," Wu continued. "What they thought was the spread of the virus, such as cholera, plague and what caused it."
"I''ll go!" Taoist Lin realized what Wu Mian just said. The Detrick fort on dog day studies these things?!
"They screened all severe infectious diseases and found that they were not. So they made a comprehensive examination of the patients and consulted the researcher in several large hospitals."
"They are afraid of unknown viruses derived from them," Wu Mian said.
"And then?"
Wu Mian looked up, his deep eyes seemed to be vast universe, and looked at Taoist Lin.