Wu Mian scanned the medical records to master the existing patients in the shelter hospital.


    "Brother, guess how many sweets I have in my hand. If it''s right, I''ll give you both." Chu Zhixi stood in front of Wu Mian with his back and narrowed his eyes.


    "Old stem, can''t laugh, change a new one."


    "What''s wrong with you? The kitten said that my Tas1r2 gene lacks 247 base pairs and can''t synthesize the protein required by the sweet taste receptor, so I can''t taste sweet. What do I want sugar for?" Chu Zhixi said seriously.


    "The dog smiled." Wu Mian narrowed his eyes and said leisurely, "so this sugar is made by Abbas sweet stimulated by amylase reaction. When you eat it, it stimulates you β The olfactory nerve reflex arc, so you will still feel the sweet taste. This is the taste of love. "


    "Hey, hey." Chu Zhixi was in a good mood. He stood in front of Wu Mian''s table and asked, "brother, you''re in a good mood, too."


    "If a patient leaves the hospital, he can look forward to the next node - bed and others."


    "On that day, I''m afraid it won''t be long before we can go home." Chu Zhixi said.


    "Almost, really when the bed and others, it is estimated that they can add zero in two weeks, and then wait a few days to go home." Wu Mian said, "tired, suddenly miss home."


    "When you get home, you must have a good sleep for three days and three nights. No one wants to wake me up."


    "I''m worried about being scolded to death by my mother when I get home." Wu Mian was a little nervous.


    "Mom doesn''t have time to scold you. She helps in the neighborhood committee. Now even Lao Lin is down the mountain."


    "Lao Lin, I know. It''s hard work to be arranged to go to the intersection." Wu Mian smiled and raised his hand to stroke a rabbit''s ear. The Yellow Rabbit''s ears flickered and trembled slightly, making a mess.


    They chatted lightly, thinking of where to say, without thinking.


    This feeling is particularly good.


    "Uncle." a little boy came quietly with his hands on his back, as if he was hiding something.


    "Hmm?" Wu Mian knew him. He came to find a physics teacher and said I love you with his classmates.


    "Is that cos on your head?"


    "A lover gave it to me." Wu Mian smiled. "What''s the matter? Does it look strange?"


    "I showed your video to my classmates. They all like you very much."


    "It''s nice to thank them for me." Wu Mian narrowed his eyes and said.


    "Today is Valentine''s day. They asked me to make a small gift for you. I wish you a happy Valentine''s day." the little boy said and took his hand out from behind.


    A small windmill stacked with white paper appeared in front of Wu Mian.


    "Wow ~" Chu Zhixi exclaimed.


    She and Wu Mian have never been Valentine''s day. Even this day has been forgotten because of Tianhe''s busyness and tension.


    "It''s so nice. You blow your breath." Wu Mian stood up, lay on the table, leaned over and looked at the little windmill.


    The little boy was stunned, then scratched his head and said with a smile, "I forgot you were wearing protective clothes and couldn''t breathe out."


    He pulled down his mask, took a deep breath and exhaled.


    The windmill rotates like a big windmill in the wilderness, moving slowly and full of vitality.


    "Thank you." Wu Mian took the windmill from the child, looked at it and said with a smile, "in addition, thank your classmates for me."


    "Hmm!" the little boy nodded hard, "uncle, it''s hard!"


    "Not hard." Wu Mian looked at the windmill and asked, "your test yesterday was negative. Are you looking forward to going home?"


    "It''s all right," said the little boy. "When I go home, it''s the same as here. It''s all online classes and chatting with my classmates. My parents are not there and can''t control me."


    Wu Mian smiled and tried not to kill the little boy.


    "Do you have a pen? Lend it to me." Wu Mian asked.


    "Uncle, what are you doing?"


    "Write," said Wu Mian. "The words written on the windmill are more interesting."


    "Really!" the little boy immediately ran back to find a pen.


    Chu Zhixi said with a smile, "brother, you are really in a good mood."


    "That''s right." Wu Mian also thinks so. "I must be very happy to think of seeing Liang in front."


    "And don''t you think the atmosphere in the shelter is much more harmonious than expected."


    "You don''t have to spend money. Food and accommodation are managed by the state. As long as you can calm down, you will get better slowly." Wu Mian said.


    "If only there were no money for medical treatment in the future."


    "That''s the goal. Who knows when it will be achieved." Wu Mian said, "don''t think about it. Cherish your time in the shelter."


    "By the way, I saw a lot of people on the Internet saying bitterly that this is not good, that is not good." Chu Zhixi reached out and touched Wu Mian''s rabbit ear, narrowed his eyes and said.


    "I haven''t planted any land yet," said Wu Mian contemptuously. "Don''t forget to add some patients'' wechat and point out photos and videos."


    "Yes." Chu Zhixi said, "I''m going to compare my heart with the next batch of discharged patients."


    "Hey." Wu Mian smiled.


    Just be happy.


    Looking back on his worries before the establishment of the shelter hospital, Wu Mian felt a little funny.


    It seems that it has been too long abroad to keep up with some ideas.


    The headmaster didn''t seem so worried about himself. The facts proved him right.


    "Uncle, here you are!" the little boy ran back and gave the pen to Wu Mian.


    "What do you write?"


    Wu Mian looked at the little boy and asked.


    "Happy Valentine''s day."


    "No." Wu Mian said, "tomorrow is not Valentine''s day. By the way, Netease donated winter vacation homework. Do you want to?"


    “……”


    "Ha ha, brother, don''t make trouble." Chu Zhixi smiled.


    Wu Mian took a pen and said, "I really want to see you children grow up right away."


    "Why?"


    "You caught up with the rising period of the country and experienced the epidemic personally..."


    Wu Mian said faintly. Halfway through his words, he stopped.


    "Uncle, and then?"


    "What do you think of our handling this time?" Wu Mian asked.


    "No," said the little boy, "uncle, I can surf the Internet too. Don''t bully me."


    "There have been deaths of patients with new pneumonia in the United States and Japan. Maybe in a few months or years, when you grow up and understand what we have experienced, you will sincerely feel that this kind of thing is vulnerable to the Chinese people and win so."


    The little boy didn''t understand what Wu Mian was saying.


    "I''m really looking forward to what you will become."


    Wu Mian moved quickly and handed the windmill to the little boy in a few minutes.


    He glanced at it and drew many rough lines with a ballpoint pen. He couldn''t see any words.


    "Uncle?"


    "Blow it."


    The little boy tried to blow.


    The windmill turned. As the speed became faster and faster, a few words appeared in front of me.


    the country is prosperous and the people are at peace.