When Wu Mian comes to laogua mountain, he looks for Cheng Yunhai first.
When Taoist Lin heard the news and rushed over, Wu Mian had come out of Cheng Yunhai''s ward.
"Little martial uncle, how''s your condition?" Taoist Lin said with a smile. "The first time I saw an accordion swing, I thought I was joking. Later, the foreign doctor took pictures every day. Later, I even watched it together. It''s really like that."
"Oh, I didn''t see a doctor," said Wu Mian, who was rarely tired.
"Er... That..."
"Ask if their company can make nucleic acid testing machines." Wu Mian said, "I just ordered hundreds of them and ordered a P3 laboratory. I don''t know when they will arrive."
"What? Accounting? Little martial uncle, you want to be an accountant?"
"Nucleic acid... Forget it, I won''t explain to you." Wu Mian glanced at fan Zhongzhi''s room from a distance.
"Little martial uncle, go to see old man fan? He always talked about you when you left." Taoist Lin asked a question mark on his forehead.
"No," said Wu Mian, "the old man is old and in average health. Don''t let me catch a cold."
Taoist Lin felt that standing in front of him was a fake little martial uncle.
He doesn''t do what he usually does this time. He is energetic and never tired. Now he looks a little tired.
Let''s say there is no cultivated land, only tired cattle. Little martial uncle is young and frivolous. I don''t know
Taoist Lin''s thoughts flew to the horizon.
"Up the mountain, I want to do something." Wu Mian said, "Lao Lin, is there a mask on the mountain?"
"No." Taoist Lin said, "there is no haze on our side. Why do you want a mask?"
"Go to Duan Fei to buy some, don''t move N95, just buy some surgical masks." Wu Mian said.
"Why?"
Wu Mian shook her head and said nothing.
Taoist Lin would have doubted whether he was his own little martial uncle if he didn''t look at him like truth and justice.
"Brother, I''m tired."
"It''s OK, but I''m tired." Wu Mian said, "I''ll go up the mountain to think about something. Girl, you inform the horse yard to buy a machine for testing nucleic acid and hurry up to do a good job in personnel training."
"OK." Chu Zhixi replied.
Taoist Lin drove a battery car and took Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi up the mountain.
When he came to Houshan courtyard, Wu Mian felt his pocket empty.
"Lao Lin, buy me a cigarette."
Taoist Lin subconsciously glanced at Chu Zhixi.
Seeing that the little Shiniang had no expression and attitude of objection, Taoist Lin called quickly.
"Little martial uncle, big cloud is OK."
"Ganoderma lucidum is OK," Wu Mian said.
Wu Mian knew that Chu Zhixi was afraid of the cold. He thought about it and stood up to send Chu Zhixi back to the house to have a rest. Then he came to the back mountain stone tablet and sat down.
"Little martial uncle, what''s going on?"
Even if there was no one around, Taoist Lin still asked in a low voice.
"Tianhe is plagued."
"..." Taoist Lin was stunned. "Plague? Why is this so contrary to you?"
"When I say gene structure, you have to understand it," Wu Mian said.
Taoist Lin still remembers that in October last year, little martial uncle also sat in this position and said something about the crimson infectious disease exercise.
At that time, he was still very happy and said that the US emperor could not prevent and treat it. It was estimated that it would be all right. But it happened in the blink of an eye. It seemed that it was less than three months.
"Little martial uncle, is it related to crimson infectious diseases?" Taoist Lin asked.
Wu Mian narrowed his eyes. His eyes were sharp like a knife.
Taoist Lin was stunned. He could feel the murderous spirit in the little martial uncle''s eyes.
"Forget that," Wu Mian said in a deep voice.
"Really?! I''ll go!"
"I guess so," said Wu Mian with some frustration. "The existing disease seems to be largely similar to the e-cigarette pneumonia after the virus leak in Maryland laboratory last year, but there are still many places where it doesn''t make sense."
"..." Taoist Lin was dumbfounded.
"Lao Lin, forget this. Why do you want to go out? I will clean the door when I come back alive." Wu Mian lowered his head and said in a harsh voice.
This sentence contains too much information. Taoist Lin took a few seconds to understand the meaning.
"Little martial uncle, why could you say it before, but not now?" Taoist Lin asked.
"First talk about physics, then reason." Wu Mian said coldly, "physics is so special that it can''t tell people. Who are you going to reason with?!"
Taoist Lin nodded repeatedly, as if he understood the little martial uncle''s fear.
Wu Mian sighed and said, "Lao Lin, Lao Gua mountain, close the mountain. You have the most people here during the Spring Festival. Don''t open it until the epidemic situation passes."
"Young martial uncle, is it really so heavy?" Taoist Lin asked in surprise.
"I''ll talk about the specific situation after I go." Wu Mian looked at the mist layers at the foot of laogua mountain and was at a loss. "I''m gone. If you can''t come back, remember to tell your father when you see him again..."
Taoist Lin was surprised, but when little martial uncle said something that haunted him day by day, he was silent and listened carefully.
When Wu Mian said this, he bowed his head and remained silent for a long time.
"Little martial uncle, what are you trying to say?" Taoist Lin asked tentatively.
"Nothing." Wu Mian was in a bad mood. He leaned against the stone tablet and the word "an" of national and people''s security was on his head.
"Alas." Taoist Lin sighed and asked with concern, "young martial uncle, don''t say such unlucky words, just go to support. You are so smart and capable that you won''t come back if anyone can''t come back."
"Lao Lin, you don''t know how fierce the epidemic is." Wu Mian sighed and said softly.
"I think I''ve been scolding on the Internet in recent days."
"Everyone doesn''t know what''s going on." Wu Mian said, "scolding is scolding, and it''s right. But I''ll go up... Do you know how many people sit together and discuss for a decision?"
"Who are you?"
"They are all clinical front-line experts, real experts, not those online rumors." Wu Mian said, "my old principal, Zhong Lao, Mr. Li Lanjuan and director Gao... Forget it, I tell you you don''t understand."
"I think you''re in a bad mood. If you say it, you may feel better. Hold it in your heart. Don''t hold people bad." Taoist Lin asked tentatively.
Wu Mian shook his head,
Looking at the clouds all over the sky,
Watching the mountain wind blow the dead trees,
Watching pieces of snow fall, leaning against the stone tablet like a mountain stone.
"Little martial uncle, the cigarettes are here." Taoist Lin took out a box of clouds, tore open the package and handed Wu Mian one. After thinking about it, Taoist Lin also pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Tell me, little martial uncle. I don''t think you''re right today. The whole person is very... Lost. It''s like losing a soul." Taoist Lin said.
"Lao Lin, have you ever played plague company?"