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- "Hey" The old monk was speechless, and could only sigh: "The most difficult thing to control in this world is the human heart. I can do everything in my power, but I can't change your obsession! It's so sad!"
"Old man, stop talking nonsense and tell me something practical. You know I want her back. Even if it's only for a second, she is enough!" Yang Tianming was very insistent: "This is what we have agreed on a long time ago. Condition! I¡¯ll help you fool Zongbao, and you can help me find her!¡±
"Do you believe in ghosts and gods?" the old monk asked.
"You old bastard, don't you believe it?" Yang Tianming became more and more open-minded in front of the old man. There are some things that he is just afraid of starting. Once he gets started, it will become out of control. Yang Tianming is in this state now. When he was disrespectful to the old monk for the first time, he got a feeling of relief from it. Then this feeling lingered and became more and more intense.
"Presumptuous!" The old monk had never seen Yang Tianming acting so presumptuously in front of him. He unconsciously put down his kind face and assumed his usual majesty.
"Haha, why can't you pretend anymore?" Yang Tianming was not intimidated by the old monk, but became more and more disrespectful: "When you use money to do things, aren't you the most particular about the cycle of nature and the debts must be repaid?"
"Are you not afraid anymore?" the old monk stared at Yang Tianming for a long time and asked.
"What do I have to fear now? Zongbao can protect himself, what else do I have to worry about? After this time, you can't do whatever you want with my son! I have no future in this life, but the son she gave me does. It's very I'm already going to die, what's there to be afraid of" The more Yang Tianming thought about it, the more satisfied he became, and the more he thought about it, the more relaxed he became
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These days, Yang Zongbao dare not relax for a moment, because as long as things reach a climax in three days as he imagined, then there should be a remission period. As long as nothing happens, this disaster will be over! But he knew that there was no shortage of miracles in medicine, no matter whether the miracles were good or bad, so the more things went smoothly, the more wary he became.
As soon as Qiangwei entered the door, she found Yang Zongbao playing with a model of the double-stranded right-turning helix of human genes: "Why did you start playing with this?"
"I asked Sherlock for it yesterday." Yang Zongbao replied.
"You haven't slept all night?" Qiangwei smiled and asked after seeing the dark circles under Yang Zongbao's eyes.
"Well, I can't sleep!" Yang Zongbao's fingertips touched the uneven marks left when the model was formed, and asked: "This thing is very good. Let Baoguo get a natural one when I go back. The texture of this plastic is much worse. !¡±
Qiangwei just glanced at it briefly without comment.
Yang Zongbao felt that his aesthetics was not approved, and curled his lips: "It's the second day, and tomorrow will be the third day!"
"Yeah, are you nervous?" Qiangwei sat on the table in front of Yang Zongbao and asked.
"Why are you so nervous? It's not the first time!" Yang Zongbao was finally willing to put down the model: "It's going in a good direction after all, isn't it?"
"You really think so?" Qiangwei asked.
"I don't know!" Yang Zongbao shook his head in denial.
"What about the women in your family?" Qiangwei suddenly changed the subject.
Yang Zongbao thought about it carefully and said, "Maybe I'm too selfish! People have to get used to it, right? Besides, this time I discovered that the one who suits me is right next to me!"
"Are you talking about me?" Qiangwei kicked her feet back and forth playfully.
"Yes!" Yang Zongbao finally responded positively to Qiangwei this time: "I hope that if I have a chance, you will be with me in the coming days!"
When Yang Zongbao continued talking, Qiangwei kept her head lowered and her body swayed back and forth with her calves.
Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t rush him after he finished speaking, but kept waiting patiently.
"Are you sympathizing with me?" Suddenly Qiangwei spoke.
"No! I discovered that I really like you!" Yang Zongbao knew that a woman must not hesitate when asking this question, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
Sure enough, after hearing Yang Zongbao's answer, Qiangwei raised her head and smiled sweetly, but was interrupted just as she was about to speak.
"It's not good!" Mu Yan appeared at the door of the tea room, his face pale.
"Speak slowly!" Yang Zongbao's heart sank, and he quickly put away his chatting mood.
¡°There are new infected people!¡± Mu Yan¡¯s lips were trembling.
"Take me to see it!" Yang Zongbao knew that it was extremely unusual for Mu Yan to be so panicked, so he didn't hesitate to let her lead the way.
Mu Yan took Yang Zongbao to the innermost room on the second floor, opened the door and went in. Sherlock had just calmed down the infected.
"What's wrong?" Yang Zongbao walked over and asked.
"I don't know why I got infected suddenly? I checked one side of my body and found no wounds!" Sherlock made way for Yang Zongbao.
"How's the great ape experiment going?" Yang Zongbao suddenly asked.
"There is no signal on Typhoon mobile phones outside! The nearest landline phone is about ten minutes away from here!" Ren reported.
"Get in touch as soon as possible!" Yang Zongbao gave the order.
"Okay!" Renn glanced at Qiangwei, saw the other person nodded slightly, and went out immediately.
"Has it mutated?" Sherlock was worried.
"I'm afraid yes, I hope it's best not to be airborne. As long as it's not airborne, we still have hope!"
"What if it's airborne?" Before Sherlock could finish asking, he found himself staring into a pair of eyes so dark that he couldn't even see the bottom.
"There is no such if! If there is, we are all ready to commit suicide. I believe that no one can watch themselves rotting away little by little!" Yang Zongbao did not allow that if to appear, even if it was said.
Sherlock was at a loss for words.
"Now everyone, take action, don't let go of any clues!" Yang Zongbao personally handed over, took off the infected person's clothes, and began to check bit by bit.
"I checked, there is no external injury!" Even though he was in danger, Sherlock still didn't want people to question his professionalism.
"I know! But Westerners have larger pores, so some insect bites are difficult to detect" Yang Zongbao did not miss any inch of skin: "And the infected person's body begins to rot from the skin, just like here! "Yang Zongbao pointed to the infected person's neck: "Everyone is starting to die!"
"What should we do?"
Before Sherlock could finish asking, Yang Zongbao cut off some marginal tissue from the infected person's wound and handed it to Dong Liang: "You don't need me to teach you, do you?"
"Yes!" Dong Liang gave a military salute and left the room.
"Now we can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!" Yang Zongbao said to Qiangwei: "I need the original strain!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't!" Qiangwei shook her head and said there was nothing she could do.
Yang Zongbao knew that Qiangwei would not lie to him at this time. A feeling of powerlessness spread throughout his body. He could only stare at the infected person in a daze.
Time passed little by little, and the room became eerily quiet. Yang Zongbao still had no clue.
Renne is back, and the news he brought back is not optimistic. Like Nevada, infected people began to appear on a large scale in various places. The scary thing this time is that no transmission route or treatment method can be found.
"We can't just sit there and wait for death. There should be a way!" It was the first time Qiangwei saw such a frustrated Yang Zongbao and she hurriedly shouted into his ear.
"Method? What method?" Yang Zongbao opened his eyes wide and looked at Qiangwei without focus.
Qiangwei saw that Yang Zongbao couldn't change after being shocked. She knew that his thoughts had entered a dead end and there would be problems if he continued like this, so she slapped him in the face, and then shouted hysterically: "It's my fault , it¡¯s not yours. It¡¯s me who should bear everything, so you don¡¯t have to be sad. What you have to do now is do your best! You are Yang Zongbao, when did you give up"
"Give up?" Finally, Yang Zongbao's eyes regained light: "I haven't given up, I'm just temporarily obsessed with food! By the way, I need data from various places!"
"Okay, I'll ask William to get it for you!" Seeing that Yang Zongbao was awake, Qiangwei finally felt relieved and contacted William as soon as possible.
Half an hour later, an armored vehicle slowly drove in from the other end of the cross-sea bridge. The armored vehicle was equipped with the most advanced communication system, and Yang Zongbao entered the vehicle at the same time.
Facing the screen that filled the entire carriage, Yang Zongbao began to observe information coming from all over the world.
"You just look at these things and don't take care of the infected? What's the use of facing these data?" Sherlock felt incomprehensible. Yang Zongbao is a doctor, not a statistician, and he disagrees with his superior way of treating patients: "I heard that Dr. John personally stood with all the medical workers when he was in the Lower East Side!" In recent days, many medical workers have been brought in from outside, which relieved Sherlock's pressure, but when he saw Yang Zongbao felt disappointed when he dived into a pile of data without caring about anything, and couldn't help but condemn.
"Then what do you want me to do?" Piles of constantly changing data printed on Yang Zongbao's pupils flashed.
"Forehead?"
"I'm not an expert on infectious diseases, so for those people in the current situation?I am more useful. All I can do is fully grasp the information and tell them what to do! Yang Zongbao said this and drove Sherlock out of the car, reminding him by the way: "You have to put on an isolation suit this time because the transmission route is not sure!" "
"You!" Sherlock was so angry at Yang Zongbao's relaxed tone that he vomited blood and threw his hands away angrily.
After sending Sherlock away, Yang Zongbao rubbed his stiff face and continued to devote himself to the data.
Mu Yan sat aside obediently and waited.
What, what on earth is it? Yang Zongbao's face was expressionless but his mind was running rapidly. High-intensity mental activity caused him to vomit several times. Faced with huge data, Yang Zongbao could only try to analyze it from every aspect. This time is different from the past. In the past, it was limited to one area, but this time it spread all over the world Time is very tight, and Yang Zongbao knows that he only has one week to reverse this! - 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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