This statement is too frightening. Taoist Lin seems to have dropped a bomb in his mind and was blown white.


    Wu Mian lit the second cigarette. Taoist Lin felt that the mountain wind was biting and the temperature was absolutely below zero. He tightened his clothes and hid in the limelight of Wu Mian, which made him feel warmer.


    "Lao Lin, go and have a rest. I''ll be quiet for a while," said Wu Mian. "The mountain wind is hard. Don''t catch a cold."


    "Little martial uncle, what you said... Seems to be true. But now it''s a new age and there''s no war. Are you too dark?" Taoist Lin asked again.


    "Crimson infectious disease, can you explain the name?"


    "The United States has always been a target, even I know it." Taoist Lin said. "It''s normal to name a normal public health exercise. We have an Austrian view of the sea and the founding of Sichuan. It seems that there will be Bai Jianhua in the future, ha ha." Taoist Lin said and laughed.


    Wu Mian didn''t know where Taoist Lin''s smile came from. He took a cigarette and asked, "Lao Lin, you know what happened in 2003."


    "Well, sure. But there''s nothing wrong with our northeast. They''re all in the south."


    "Do you know why the fever clinic opened at that time is still kept now?"


    Wu Mian''s question was very strange, or the angle was very tricky, and Taoist Lin was stunned.


    In that year, the national top three hospitals developed fever clinics for the diagnosis and treatment of infectious diseases. But it''s been 20 years. Why does the fever clinic still keep it?


    Although Taoist Lin lives on laogua mountain all the year round, he occasionally goes down the mountain to the hospital to find his old classmates and so on. He knows something about this.


    Now the fever clinic has become... A place similar to the bitter cold of the extreme north and exiled to Siberia. Maybe this metaphor is very appropriate.


    There are no patients. In the corner of the hospital, no matter how many people there are in the clinic every day, the fever clinic is cold and idle.


    Taoist Lin also heard from his classmates that some doctors made big mistakes and were sent to the fever clinic. Generally, after squatting for a few years, the technology is rusty, and this person is completely abandoned.


    Why doesn''t such an outpatient clinic, which usually has no patients for many years, be removed? At ordinary times, Taoist Lin didn''t think about it at all. Now when Wu Mian asked, he was stunned.


    If it is a hospital, it can also be described as lazy. But it seems that all the top three hospitals in the country keep fever clinics. Not to mention the third class hospital, even the bajingzi traditional Chinese medicine hospital has a fever clinic.


    "Little martial uncle, is this useful? I think it''s a place to raise idle people." Taoist Lin said.


    "It''s no use looking at it normally." Wu Mian said, "Hey, it''s reasonable to keep it. From the perspective of infectious diseases, hospitals should have similar outpatient clinics.


    Now it''s not like it used to be. Globalization has been calling for so many years, it''s an airplane and a cruise and a railroad. Mr. Wu was able to control the plague because of the small population movement. More than 100 years ago, there were plague patients running to Manchuria.


    "Er..."


    "What do you say now?" asked Wu Mian.


    "Little martial uncle, what are you going to say?"


    "The US emperor is still very careful." Wu Mian said with a smile, "the most powerful empire is not a white name. There are many capable people, very good and powerful."


    "Be careful? What does that mean?"


    "Literally." Wu Mian said faintly, "the crimson infectious disease has explained everything. But now there is good news, which makes me feel at ease."


    "What news?"


    "On October 18, the exercise presided over by my teacher was attended by the deputy director of the CIA... MB, Lao Lin, you said a public health incident. What strength did the CIA get involved? You remember the letter we got in Xiangjiang."


    Taoist Lin was dumbfounded.


    All he knew was the CIA, and he didn''t know anything about what he did. This kind of thing doesn''t exist for Taoist Lin. does it have anything to do with bajingzi?


    "I just received an email from my friend, and the result came out.


    During the exercise, due to the rapid spread of infectious diseases in the United States and the Empire, the CDC warned people to keep social distance, and employees were told to work at home. However, during the exercise, it was difficult for federal and state officials to choose a career that should work at home. "Wu Mian said," how many people can make people stay at home in addition to being abandoned. "


    "That''s true." Taoist Lin shrunk and asked Wu Mian to block the night wind. "I feel sick after living in the mountain for a while. I have to go out to relax. If you want to say, I''m still unstable. It''s really reasonable to keep still like a mountain."


    "Lao Lin, you don''t really want to rise in the daytime." Wu Mian asked with a smile.


    "No." Taoist Lin directly denied, "when will you rise in the daytime, little martial uncle? Don''t just take the little martial mother, but also take me up with you. I don''t care whether you occupy the quota of your chicken or your dog."


    "A good life will not be a good one," said Wu Mian contemptuously.


    "Little martial uncle, go on. What happened later?" Taoist Lin asked.


    "As the exercise progressed, states began to turn to Washington for help. Because of the shortage of antiviral drugs, personal protective equipment and respirators, states began to submit requests to different departments in Washington, resulting in confusion."


    "But the problem is not limited to these obstacles. My teacher also realized that they do not have the ability to quickly manufacture important medical equipment, supplies or drugs, including antiviral drugs, needles, syringes, N95 respirators and respirators."


    "You can import it," Taoist Lin blurted out.


    "Hey." Wu Mian sneered, "what if we had stopped production? Crimson infectious diseases, don''t you know what you mean?"


    "..." Taoist Lin finally understood what little martial uncle meant.


    "The conclusion of the exercise was'' chaos''." Wu Mian sighed, "I''m relieved to see the result."


    "What do you mean?"


    "That is to say, the US emperor is not ready yet." Wu Mian said with a smile, "well, there is a 3M mask factory at the foot of the mountain. When they are ready, we can be ready."


    "Little martial uncle, are you kidding?" Taoist Lin couldn''t help shivering when he thought of what Wu Mian said. He didn''t know whether he was frightened or blown by the mountain wind.


    "In 3-5 years, sooner or later, there will be a dog jumping over the wall. No is the best, who knows." Wu Mian said positively, "fortunately, they are not ready, fortunately!"


    "Er... Little martial uncle, you are too dark."


    "Ha ha." Wu Mian smiled. "The dark ones are them. Do you doubt what others are doing if you don''t find out what the US emperor is doing. The Snowden incident has told everyone that the US emperor is doing, but they say we are doing it."


    "Be and stand!" Taoist Lin said.