Wu Mian only goes to the operating room occasionally and works in the mobile P3 laboratory most of the time.

    He cherishes the last time.

    One month later, it may be an impossible task to develop vaccines in China - because there are no patients infected with the new pneumonia virus in China.

    At that time, if you want to develop vaccines and study viruses, you have to go abroad.

    Although this statement is a Versailles to some extent, it is really a headache for vaccine development.

    Wu Mian doesn''t want to. The FBI''s dump truck will give him a very strong sense of crisis. For the FBI''s simple and crude means, Wu Mian has enough expectations.

    I didn''t expect that, like the s virus, we couldn''t find a suitable population to study the vaccine. This can annoy many people, but it is the truth.

    Time passed, March 19.

    In the third people''s Hospital of Donghu District, Wang Qingshan wanders around the operating room.

    The epidemic has been controlled, and the routine medical treatment of other designated hospitals has been restored. It is cold here, and major cardiothoracic surgery will not be done here at all.

    He knew it, but that was what Wang Qingshan wanted.

    To Tianhe Union Medical College Hospital? Or Tongji Hospital?

    No, absolutely not. Wang Qingshan will never go.

    That side is a designated hospital. Although it is said that it is separated from infected patients and goes through two different processes, Wang Qingshan feels that it is all viruses as long as he takes a long look at the large third-class hospital in Tianhe City.

    As an old expert in cardiothoracic surgery, he knows too well the power of the new pneumonia virus.

    Especially for the elderly, the virus is a professional killer. Wang Qingshan just wants to keep the reputation of front-line support. He never wants to fight in the front line.

    President Chen equipped him with a small doctor, for fear that Wang Qingshan would not like to see anything, so that there would be problems.

    Unexpectedly, Wang Qingshan didn''t enter the operating room at all. He only sat in the office for a day.

    "Director Wang, our operating room is small. Please forgive me." the clinical doctor respectfully led Wang Qingshan to the dressing room of the operating room.

    This is Wang Qingshan''s request. If you come to Tianhe City, you have to look like it and leave some photos.

    "It''s all right. Just take a picture of me later." Wang Qingshan said with his mouth tilted.

    The clinical doctor didn''t raise any objection. What can he say?

    Watching Wang Qingshan change his clothes and start shooting, the clinical little doctor felt a little sick. But he could only keep silent and didn''t bother to say anything superfluous to Wang Qingshan.

    Changed his isolation suit and took photos.

    Wear protective clothing and take photos.

    At each step, Wang Qingshan left enough photos, as if he really went to the front line and participated in the encounter.

    Just looking at photos can really leave such an impression.

    But the clinical doctors know that this is false and deceptive.

    "The epidemic will soon be over." after taking photos, Wang Qingshan looked at the photos and said with a grin, "if you are interested in cardiothoracic surgery, you can apply to study in imperial capital. I''ll take you in person."

    The little clinical doctor was stunned. He felt sick and wanted to vomit. As for the olive branches thrown out by the old experts in the imperial capital, he didn''t care at all.

    If it was in the past, this is an opportunity, a big pie from the sky.

    And now, hehe.

    "Director Wang, I think the epidemic situation abroad is very serious, and it is estimated that the epidemic situation will be difficult to end in a short time." the little clinical doctor whispered aside the topic.

    "What do you know? The United States is so developed and has begun to take it seriously. If you can control it in about a month, the United States can''t?" Wang Qingshan glanced at the little clinical doctor and said contemptuously, "we also need to build a shelter hospital. The United States has 10 medical ships and aircraft carriers!"

    "...." the clinical doctor moved his lips and wanted to refute, but he held his words back to his mouth.

    I really doubt whether director Wang is engaged in medical treatment.

    Can Meidi''s medical ship be used as a shelter for treating infectious diseases? The tragedy of various cruise ships has long shown that the closed space of the hull is a large Petri dish.

    Is it used to isolate?

    Who knows.

    Clinical doctors only see the information of two medical ships on the news, but many we media in China have increased the number of medical ships one after another, as if they were summoners. They will summon large medical ships by chanting spells casually.

    Created out of thin air, it''s a mess.

    MD！ When Tianhe City was in crisis, I didn''t watch them chant spells.

    The clinical doctor thought so, but he didn''t want to provoke an expert from the imperial capital. He had to lower his head for fear that his expression would cause Wang Qingshan''s disgust.

    "The national defense bill has been passed, and major enterprises have begun to change production to produce all kinds of epidemic prevention materials. Do you think only we can produce masks? Bullshit, I feel so good." Wang Qingshan took off his protective clothing and threw it aside.

    The clinical doctor''s eyebrows jumped.

    This is the sequelae of the anti epidemic.

    In order to save a set of protective clothing, doctors and nurses need to work together when materials are tight in Tianhe City.

    That''s all. Protective clothing is not enough.

    Although the material shortage is only about two weeks, it is enough to leave an indelible impression for a lifetime.

    Now there are enough materials, and I don''t care about this protective material. The little clinical doctors leave a deep mark in their hearts. Each set of protective clothing is precious.

    But Wang Qingshan took pictures

    MD！

    He scolded fiercely in his heart.

    Wearing goggles and masks, Wang Qingshan narrowed the belt and tried to leave Le marks. He said in a muffled voice, "I think one of my classmates said that Marines also began to produce epidemic prevention materials. Look at others, soldiers have invested in..."

    "You are so stupid!"

    Professor beilac stood in the semi polluted area, taking off his protective clothing and shouting abuse. The glass door couldn''t stop his saliva... And anger.

    Today, his mood is obviously not as high as when he called Wu Mian before. He even... Looks like a violent beast, with a terrible light in his eyes.

    Wang Qingshan was stunned. He was about to swear, but he immediately saw Professor bellac''s blonde hair and held back all his words.

    "The Marine Corps is the" fourth class "of the U.S. military, and its status in the U.S. military is only higher than that of the coast guard! That group of garbage uses T-shirts to make masks. It''s really a joke. This is not the United States, it''s something that the most backward third world countries in the world can''t do!" Professor Bellak roared.

    However, it was obvious that he had started mitosis and scolded people angrily, but he was not slow to change protective clothing in the semi polluted area. He took off his protective clothing carefully without any mistake.

    It may also be that he has been kicked by Wu Mian too many times. Professor beilac has a shadow area of three rooms and one living room.

    The little clinical doctor accompanying Wang Qingshan was very happy. Professor beilac, who was mentally ill, looked very pleasant now.