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- "Our doctor asks you to come over and discuss it." The American soldier who came was relatively polite.
"Japanese ghost, you continue to prepare, I will go and come back." Yang Zongbao said and walked out with the soldiers.
"You two are going?" Song Heren was worried.
The Japanese ghost quickly changed his clothes and stuffed dry food into his mouth: "It's okay, follow our master, you can climb out even if there is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den on the opposite side."
Song Heren was dumbfounded. He didn¡¯t know where the Japanese ghost¡¯s confidence in Yang Zongbao came from, but looking at the empty sleeves of the Japanese ghost, he couldn¡¯t help but ask: ¡°Is it worth it?¡±
Sometimes it¡¯s such a coincidence that you don¡¯t need to know the specific questions asked by the other party, but you know in your heart what the question is. The Japanese ghost replied: ¡°It¡¯s worth it.¡±
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Yang Zongbao followed the soldiers into the American camp. A military doctor wearing an isolation suit immediately came forward: "Doctor John." The military doctor had respect for Yang Zongbao.
"What's the matter?" Yang Zongbao didn't hesitate, hoping to resolve the matter quickly so that he could make the next plan.
"Is salt really useful?"
It turns out that Yang Zongbao asked the Chinese soldiers to use salt to control the disease in the past few days, and also told the United States about the method. But the other party couldn't do that kind of self-mutilation, so their warrior's condition progressed relatively quickly. Yang Zongbao was brought here this time. On the one hand, it was because of William's instructions before leaving, to consult Dr. John when encountering difficult problems. On the other hand, he really wanted to know whether salt was really effective against parasites.
"Use bugs?" Yang Zongbao sighed.
"Yes." The American military doctor hurriedly brought out a bowl and plate. There were a few fat ones that had just been taken out and were still twisting. They were disgusting. Although they were only as thin as a hair, they still gave people the impression of being surprisingly fat. .
Without saying a word, Yang Zongbao took out salt from his pocket and sprinkled it on the insects.
After a while, the insect finally stopped twisting and showed obvious signs of shrinking. Although this sign is only visible under a microscope.
"Dr. John, how do you know salt is useful?" The American military doctor was very excited.
"Uh" Yang Zongbao looked at the big American military doctor with a look that was almost like a fool, and explained very reluctantly: "Salt can dehydrate, doesn't it? This kind of parasite takes up a lot of water in the body at first glance. Most, fortunately, these guys only reproduce under the skin, and it would be troublesome if they entered human organs. "
"Yes, why didn't I think of that?" the American military doctor's face twitched.
"Then I'll leave first." Yang Zongbao retreated.
In just over ten minutes, Rigui had packed up his things and was waiting outside.
¡°Doctor, where are you going?¡± When the bald soldier saw Yang Zongbao, he immediately bit him like a mosquito seeing a piece of bloody meat.
"Go do something." The Japanese ghost had spent some time with the bald soldier, so he had a good feeling about him and deliberately winked at him.
"I'll go too." The bald soldier immediately stood firmly behind Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao was greatly troubled by the current situation. Why did this man follow him so shamelessly?
"William said, follow you."
The bald soldier didn¡¯t make Yang Zongbao confused for long, and he naturally answered his question: ¡°Besides, I also want to follow you. I didn¡¯t have time to participate in the epidemic when it happened, and I definitely can¡¯t miss it this time.¡±
"name?"
"Owen." The bald soldier immediately reported his name.
"We won't go through the main entrance."
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"Hehe, you deserve it." The Japanese ghost patted Owen on the shoulder and said happily.
Yang Zongbao slipped away from the back of the primary school with two people. This path was discovered by Japanese ghosts. When he first arrived in Kenting, the Japanese ghost couldn't control his lower body and wanted to enjoy the exotic customs. He was forced to find a way out in an impossible place.
¡°What kind of road is this?¡± Owen complained after getting stuck in the mud for the third time.
"That's the way." The Japanese ghost smiled and led the way.
Yang Zongbao followed without saying a word, knowing that the Japanese ghost was teasing people again. It's just that while teasing Owen, it inevitably involves him. Seeing that his leg was stuck in knee-deep mud, Yang Zongbao could only smile bitterly, struggled to pull his leg out of the mud, and continued to move forward.
From time to time, there is a foul smell in the quagmire. There is no other way to create such a huge quagmire in the middle of the city except for the constant contribution of various corpses over time.
?Fortunately, the three of them were relatively smart, including Owen, who kept silent about the bones that were brought out from time to time, and just kept complaining about the dirty and smelly environment.
After finally getting through the quagmire, Rigui immediately took out two sets of clothes from his backpack, one for himself and one for Yang Zongbao.
It was only then that Owen discovered the function of the backpack that Rigui had been carrying, and he suddenly became angry: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"You came in temporarily. I didn't know I had to prepare three sets." The Japanese ghost was very proud of Owen's defeat.
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"Okay, don't cause trouble." Yang Zongbao changed his clothes as the Japanese ghost wished: "Get him some clothes."
"Oh." The Japanese ghost knew he couldn't make a fuss anymore, so he took out a pair of pants from his backpack and threw it at Owen: "There's only one pair of pants left, do you want it?"
"Yes." Irving didn't hesitate and changed directly.
"Let's go." Yang Zongbao said after seeing that the three of them were ready.
"Oh." The Japanese ghost led the way.
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At the same time, Jiang Song was operating the computer in the primary school camp.
"Are these three red dots them?" Song Heren distracted himself from the itching on his face by looking at the computer.
"Yes." Jiang Song scratched the back of his hand hard, which was already red and swollen. Gritting his teeth, Jiang Song took out the knife and made a tic-tac-toe on the back of his hand Looking at the bleeding wound, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, then took out a handful of salt from his pocket and sprinkled it on the wound. Aboveand then a series of three-character sutra
Song Heren looked at Jiang Song with admiration as he finished everything, but he couldn't accept it: "I originally thought that you were just a kid who accomplished nothing, but now it seems that it was not unreasonable for the higher-ups to send you here. But your mouth is really dirty."
After the initial pain, Jiang Song felt inexplicably refreshed. It turned out that the pain was more pleasant than the itching. After enjoying the refreshment, Jiang Song regretted not taking action earlier: "This is nothing like when I was doing rehabilitation." "It hurts a lot more than this, haven't you endured it?" Jiang Song was a little proud, but his attention was quickly attracted by the red dot on the screen.
"Why don't our military have such high-tech things?" Song Heren was also attracted by things on computers. There is nothing he can do now, so those three red dots are his hope.
"Of course, where do you think my computer and the detectors on them came from?" Jiang Song rolled his eyes.
"Really?" Song Heren scratched his head, embarrassed to admit his ignorance.
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After jogging continuously for half an hour, I finally reached the edge of the country r garrison camp. To Yang Zongbao's surprise, there was no guard at the door, and the building seemed to be empty. The weeds under the gray wall grew crazily because they had not been cleaned for a long time There was no light in the entire building, and the door was like a big mouth that seemed to swallow up everyone who entered.
"Have you, the United States, heard that country r has withdrawn its troops?" Yang Zongbao asked Owen, who was lurking next to him.
"I haven't heard of it. But the situation is so chaotic now, so it's understandable to withdraw the troops." Owen frowned and walked out.
Yang Zongbao had no time to stop him, but instead of walking out as carelessly as Owen, he looked helplessly at Rigui and followed behind. Sure enough, Western heroism is not very acceptable, and impulsiveness can kill people.
Step by step as we walked into the station, old papers were flying everywhere.
Yang Zongbao stepped on a piece of paper, which was an instant noodles packaging bag with Chinese characters printed on it.
"There is no one here." Owen concluded.
"No, there is someone here." Yang Zongbao picked up the instant noodle bag and said, "The date on it is from a month ago."
"Huh? A month agobut there is no one here now. Where have they gone?" Owen was about to enter the building.
¡°Wait a minute.¡± Yang Zongbao finally stopped Irving this time before he could act.
"What?" Owen asked in confusion.
"There." Yang Zongbao pointed to the corner of the building, where a burst of light flashed past.
"What's going on there?" Sure enough, it was an ignorant and fearless Westerner who actually stepped forward to check it himself: "Camera."
"Yeah." Yang Zongbao nodded.
"Has it been discovered?" asked the Japanese ghost.
"I don't know yet" Yang Zongbao looked at the dark door and said, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs. There is no other way." Yang Zongbao had no other way to solve the problem. He didn't even want to Think about what if his guessWhat to do if it is wrong. In fact, not every disease can have results quickly. Some results may take months, years or even decades to appear. And the cost each time could be tens of thousands of lives. That time in the Lower East Side was not pleasant, and it involved a lot of luck, but this time he didn't even know the transmission route. This is what Yang Zongbao is most afraid of right now. It is the first time that he seems so powerless in the face of a disease. Why did he choose to come out? It was because he knew that death would occur in the next few days, and Yang Zongbao was willing to take risks in order to avoid death. Perhaps the disease was caused by indiscriminate treatment, or perhaps Jiang Song's words gave him a glimmer of hope. He hoped that the epidemic was man-made, and then there would be a ready-made solution
"I'll open the way." Rigui walked directly to the front, Yang Zongbao followed, and Owen took the rear.
It was pitch dark inside the building, and you could tell that people were leaving in a hurry. The building was not big, so it was easily searched from front to back.
"Where have people gone?" Owen spoke louder.
Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t speak, but looked down at the ground.
¡°Sir, what do you mean below?¡± Rigui suddenly lay on the ground and listened. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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