"The Ministry of national defense has instructed the active servicemen to wear masks during covid-19 prevention and control in the memorandum. These bichi strategic reserve masks were suddenly lost and the Marines were asked to do it by themselves. My God, what''s more crazy?!" Professor bellac took off his protective equipment and left the semi polluted area.

    Pushing open the glass door, Professor bellac came angrily.

    Wang Qingshan was stunned. He didn''t know where he had offended the top surgeon.

    "The Marine Corps Combat service support school at Camp Johnson, North Carolina, is really a dump!" roared professor beilac, with blood in his eyes and despair.

    Wang Qingshan was slightly stunned when he saw Professor beilac''s expression. He thought he was hit by the epidemic, so he was sad and disappointed.

    "Professor bellac, I''ve heard a lot about you." Wang Qingshan stood up and stretched out his hand.

    Although he knew that he was a member of Wu Mian''s medical team, he still gave professor beilac enough respect.

    "For the olive green T-shirt, cut out a 7-8-inch strip, buckle down a 6-7-inch piece on one side, and finally cut the top to become a mask belt, which is tied around the neck and head! Is this the Grand Theft Robinson? Are they going to New York to start a new round of zero purchase?!"

    "..." Wang Qingshan looked at professor beilac in a daze.

    "Professor bellac, I heard that ten medical ships have gone to New York," whispered the little clinical doctor.

    Wang Qingshan glared at him.

    Repeating what he once said, Wang Qingshan heard that he was scolding him.

    "All New Yorkers, your navy is back! We are with you! We will fight with all our strength!" said Professor bellac contemptuously. "Is that so?"

    Wang Qingshan is so embarrassed.

    "It''s just a comfort ship. The mercy ship doesn''t know where it''s going. It''s just a special ship. It''s useless. This is advertising! When can we do less useless things and more practical things?"

    "Professor beilac, the medical boat plays a great role." Wang Qingshan bowed his head and explained.

    In front of a yellow haired and white skinned beilac, Wang Qingshan was discouraged.

    "Useful, indeed useful. It will see a doctor for the shit on Wall Street as long as it can afford money."

    Speaking of New York, speaking of Wall Street, Professor Barack''s anger was completely ignited.

    He stood in front of Wang Qingshan, as if Wang Qingshan were a stock trader on Wall Street.

    Wang Qingshan was stunned for a long time. Even the little clinical doctor was confused.

    Professor bellac seems to be just schizophrenic. He usually has severe tuberculosis, but he still maintains the most basic respect for others.

    What happened today?

    He was furious and yelled at Wall Street. It was as if his children had been thrown into the well by the big guys on Wall Street. In addition, the little doctor couldn''t think of any reason.

    "That damn broken ship won''t open to the public at all, and it''s still 10 days from New York, at least!"

    It turned out that there were really no ten ships. The little clinical doctor bowed his head and forced himself to smile.

    Dute was invented by director Wang Qingshan out of thin air.

    "These fools just want to dig cemeteries. No one is trying to control the epidemic. Damn it, why is it like this! The murderers on Rick island will soon be sent to Huck island in chains. They have done it and will do it again!"

    Rick island? Huck island?

    The little clinical doctor was stunned.

    Wang Qingshan was even more embarrassed.

    Professor beilac said that the governor of New York announced that he would dig a large mass cemetery on Huck island that could bury the bodies of 50000 people.

    Wang Qingshan doesn''t want to think about it. As long as he thinks about the mass grave, it''s the kind where 50000 people jump, his three outlooks begin to crumble.

    The world outlook and values built in the past are broken and can''t stick together.

    In order to avoid mental problems, Wang Qingshan subconsciously magnified the "good" news, unconsciously turned the medical ship into 10, and simply forgot about the 10000 person cemetery.

    "Como, that bastard, began to let prisoners make hand sanitizer, and now let prisoners dig holes. He is a miser! Only staring at his own money bag! These damn Wall Street vampires! They should go to hell!"

    "Prisoners have to do so many things?" the little clinical doctor asked in surprise.

    "Just because it''s cheap, those vampires! Prisoners working in New York earn only $0.10 to $0.33 an hour. Como should be severely condemned for using cheap prison labor during the national health crisis and safeguarding the due labor rights and interests of prisoners!"

    In response to the epidemic in China, workers built a thunder fire Hospital;

    In response to the epidemic in the United States, prisoners dug a mass grave.

    One governance, one burial, the three views of small clinical doctors have also been greatly impacted.

    Is this the legendary city on the top of the mountain?

    I don''t know if they will broadcast it 24 hours a day, just like when building Vulcan Mountain hospital, so that New Yorkers can feel the determination of governor Como.

    "Mr. beilac, this is false news." Wang Qingshan defended, "because the original intention was that New York had the worst plan for a plague like * * * * and asked Rikers Island to dig a cemetery that can bury 51000 people. This plan was made in 2008."

    "They''ve started digging!" roared bellac. "Can''t they take good care of the epidemic? Everything is in a mess, and New York is over. I wish I could throw the ''little boy'' into New York and blow up those bastards on Wall Street. No, the little boy is not enough. I want Ivan to be big!"

    “……”

    Wang Qingshan and the clinical doctor were dumbfounded. Is this the rhythm of Raccoon City.

    No one thought there would be a problem in the United States. After all, the epidemic in Tianhe City has been controlled after more than a month''s struggle, and now the number is moving in a good direction every day.

    But

    "Boss." instead of changing his clothes, Barack picked up his cell phone and called Wu Mian with a sad face.

    "Bellac, what''s the matter? Have you encountered any problems? It shouldn''t be."

    "Your poor little beilac is bankrupt again." Professor beilac''s tears came out.

    "What''s going on?"

    "Pre market futures are blown again, and I am the greenest leek, damn Wall Street! Damn Como!! none of them wants to control the virus, boss! Help me!" Professor bellac wailed.

    "All said." Wu Mian sighed and stopped complaining after only three words.

    It''s no use blaming anyone now.

    "Boss, I''m bankrupt! I want to apply for Chinese nationality and I want to stay here!"

    "Congratulations, bellac, you have made the best choice." Wu Mian said faintly, "if you are sure, I will do it."