"It''s a little troublesome, not to mention you two..." Wu Mian also knew that he had said something wrong between Huang Shen and wanted to explain, but he pondered for a while.


    "Dr. Wu, we also want to help." Zhuang Yongzhi said, "we may not be able to help."


    "Well, the center for health and safety at Johns Hopkins University, together with the world economic forum and the bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, jointly organized a desktop rehearsal for mass epidemics in New York City - code named event201," Wu Mian said in a deep voice.


    Zhuang Yongzhi and Zheng Qingmu don''t understand what Wu Mian is talking about, code named event201. What''s the relationship between this doctor.


    "Similar exercises have been held this year, and the deputy director of the CIA also participated in this time." Wu Mian''s tone is very low. "The person presiding over the exercise is my teacher, Dr. Anthony."


    CIA, Zhuang Yongzhi was stunned when he heard the name. No wonder Dr. Wu said his status was not enough. It turned out to be so.


    Although there are many business contacts between the dealer and the United States, it''s nothing to do some simple things. But when it comes to the CIA, Zhuang Yongzhi also knows that he is out of his depth.


    "Dr. Wu, I think you are very depressed? Isn''t it just a drill?" Zhuang Yongzhi asked tentatively.


    "The health and public service department on that side simulated the exercise code named" crimson infectious disease "in a series of exercises conducted from January to August this year." Wu Mian''s gentle smile disappeared, sneered and said, "you must know what the so-called crimson infectious disease means."


    "SARS?" asked Zhuang Yongzhi.


    "Similar." Wu Mian said, "continuous high-density exercises, wolf ambition, wolf ambition!"


    "Little martial uncle, what do you mean?" Taoist Lin asked with an ignorant face.


    Wu Mian''s expression was cold, and he looked at the table for a long time. A few minutes later, he said, "acting code, crimson infectious disease, don''t you know what it means?"


    Taoist Lin immediately sat in a chair with a standard sitting posture, his head slightly lowered, looked at the bone plate in front of him, and dared not say any superfluous nonsense.


    Little martial uncle is angry. He can feel real anger.


    Taoist Lin knows that little martial uncle has a good temper. Even when facing human traffickers, he doesn''t seem to be dead. He just beat his brains out


    Every time I come to laogua mountain for vacation, I have a chat with little martial uncle. He says gossip and other things are very interesting. In particular, little martial uncle has a wide range of knowledge and gossip.


    This should be the first time that little martial uncle spoke to himself.


    "Brother," Chu Zhixi said softly, "don''t be angry."


    "HMM." Wu Mian replied in a deep voice, turned off his mobile phone, handed it to Chu Zhixi, closed his eyes for 1.2 seconds, then opened it, and his face was filled with a gentle smile again.


    "Let''s eat. I''ll go back after eating." Wu Mian said.


    "Dr. Wu, I shouldn''t have asked." Zhuang Yongzhi looked at Wu Mian and asked, "is there a prehistoric virus due to the melting of Antarctic glaciers? I''ve heard a lot of similar rumors recently."


    "No." Wu Mian didn''t seem as tough and angry as before, and his smile seemed to be engraved. "It''s a drill to simulate the influenza epidemic."


    It''s just the flu. Zhuang Yongzhi wondered why Wu Mian had such a big reaction.


    "The first exercise started on January 19 this year. I was not invited. It took a long time to hear about the exercise.


    The content of this exercise is to assume that 35 tourists who have been to China were infected and then flew to Australia, Kuwait, Malaysia, Thailand, Britain, Spain and the United States. Respiratory symptoms and fever occurred on the way. Then it broke out in stages. The content of the exercise is prevention and control. "


    "Just exercise, though it is called crimson infectious disease, assuming that the location of the disease is in China, Dr. Wu should not be so angry," Zhuang Yong Zhi said. "I guess it has something to do with the old SARS."


    "No," said Wu Mian with certainty, "if you don''t say this, eat."


    The next atmosphere became strange and stiff. Wu Mian was absent-minded and didn''t answer many topics at all. He was embarrassed and inexplicable.


    Seeing Wu Mian like this, Zhuang Yongzhi quickly ended the meal, sent them back to rest, and agreed to pick up the party two hours in advance.


    When he returned to his residence, Taoist Lin grabbed Wu Mian and asked, "little martial uncle, come to my room."


    "What''s up?"


    "Hey, isn''t it because you''re unhappy? I''ll tell you, I''m going to have a heart attack when I see you frown. I don''t have a history of myocardial infarction. Tell me what you''re doing to scare me." Taoist Lin smiled coldly.


    Wu Mian said in a deep voice, "I''m a little confused."


    Seeing that Wu Mian did not refuse, Taoist Lin quietly followed him.


    Wei Dabao hesitated and followed Taoist Lin quietly.


    But Wu Mian didn''t go to Taoist Lin''s room, but went back to his own room. Taoist Lin hesitated and followed him to Wu Mian''s room.


    After Wu Mian entered the room, he pulled over a chair and sat down with a golden dagger. Chu Zhixi stood behind him, with a pair of small hands on Wu Mian''s temples.


    “……”


    Taoist Lin was speechless.


    What''s going on?


    "My brother used to have headaches. Sometimes he had to have acupuncture when the pain was too heavy," Chu Zhixi explained.


    "Little martial uncle, you have a headache? Why haven''t I seen it?"


    Wu Mian closed his eyes and didn''t speak. His tall figure was like a mountain. However, no matter how hard he tried to be gentle today, his body exuded a disturbing breath.


    "Little Shiniang, what''s the matter? I heard what little Shishu said. It should be an academic exchange organized by a university called Jenkins. How did little Shishu react so strongly? You don''t deal with that university?"


    "No." Chu Zhixi said. She thought about it and sighed slightly. "It''s very strange. I don''t understand it."


    Taoist Lin didn''t dare to ask deeply. He was envious to see the little Shiniang massaging the temple for little Shishu. Suddenly, I thought, do you want to find another daughter-in-law?


    On second thoughts, Taoist Lin smiled. Forget it, how is this possible.


    There are few people like little Shiniang who are considerate, gentle and considerate. She doesn''t have such good luck.


    If you marry a daughter-in-law and go home, you don''t have to give anyone a massage. If I wash my daughter-in-law''s feet at night, I''m afraid I can''t endure for a few years.


    Color is a meat cutting steel knife. Color is a meat cutting steel knife. Taoist Lin thought repeatedly in his heart.


    Little martial uncle is still in good health. Taoist Lin thought of the creaking sound in the back mountain courtyard after reciting a few words, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.


    It''s better to be young. It''s a pity that flowers bloom again. No one is young again.


    After a few minutes of silence, Wu Mian said faintly, "Lao Lin, Wei Dabao, go back."