"Look, this is a word game."

    "It''s the same as singing. It''s like being at a concert. If her majesty is infected, I don''t know if she will give up treatment."

    "Certainly not. Her Majesty has left Buckingham Palace to Windsor Castle to avoid the new pneumonia virus. I guess her majesty is very angry. Downing Street says it wants universal immunization. This is a murder for all the elderly!"

    "Is it because the prince has not succeeded for too long?"

    "Who knows, the BBC says that if the new pneumonia virus spreads further, she will be isolated from her husband Prince Philip at Sandringham manor. From this, we can see how important it is to have a manor!"

    "I once had it, but I only had 1 hour and 22 minutes. The damn fuse destroyed my dream and my manor."

    The two belacs kept talking, and occasionally an discordant voice appeared, as if he had unknowingly begun to split out a third personality.

    Recently, there have been too many and too frequent blows, which makes bellac''s spirit unbearable.

    If it weren''t for the boss to help pay off the arrears, now where he would be, bellac knows very well.

    "Professor beilac, this is a Forbes report." Wang Qingshan tried to argue.

    "Forbes''s words can also be believed? 70000 medical volunteers rushed to New York, including many retired doctors and nurses, to support the New York hospital, which is seriously inadequate due to COVID-19. This news is simply false. No word is worth believing." Professor Barack was interrupted by Wang Qingshan and angry roar.

    "More than 76000 medical volunteers have responded to the call to help the hospital fight the epidemic. My God, will all registered doctors and nurses come? Who gives Forbes and who gives Como confidence? Do you know the salary of each doctor and nurse?"

    "They... Don''t want money." Wang Qingshan swallowed his saliva and explained in a low voice.

    "No money? There are at least 30000 people here who haven''t graduated. Do you help them pay off the damn loan?"

    "Bellac, I seem to have heard the guidance - go, God is with you."

    "Your sarcasm is useless. It''s like the garbage in Brooklyn. Now the hospitals in New York don''t even have protective clothing and respirators. Even Como uses the National Guard to hold the big men of Wall Street..."

    "You''re dreaming. Don''t try to find a penny from those misers and blood sucking guys."

    "Even so, can you understand me? Even so, they don''t even have materials. What are they going to do? Die?"

    "This picture is really beautiful. Is the pit dug in New York for these 76000 people?"

    Wang Qingshan fell in Professor beilac''s self talk.

    "There are 30334 registered nurses, 8058 doctors, 6795 licensed interns, 3943 practicing nurses, 1940 medical assistants, and more than 12000 psychiatric professionals.

    I said that New York needs doctors with mental diseases most. Wall Street should treat them! They have serious mental problems! "

    "Did you read that report, bellac?"

    "After two eyes, I didn''t dare to see more standard lies for fear that it would lower my IQ and beat me in their familiar fields."

    "As pioneers in dealing with the epidemic, they are concerned about public health, save patients in danger in the hospital, and their behaviors are full of love and courage.

    The report said that Como, the guy who should go to Hollywood, would say this. My God, do they lie now? "

    "Iron man, spider man, I think it''s time for them to come on. Cheer, citizens of Gotham."

    "What about Britain? You can''t summon old Merlin. If possible, it''s the necromancer."

    "I''ve also seen people calculate that the situation in Italy in the whole United States needs 800000 patients infected with the new pneumonia virus. It''s really naive. Apart from the scum on Wall Street, all the other things in America are just production tools, including myself!"

    "It''s good for you to realize that, bellac. The clown is yourself!"

    Wang Qingshan''s mind was full of paste.

    Last time I met Professor beilac, Wu Mian was always interrupting his "self dialogue", which didn''t seem to be noisy.

    But this time, after facing the advanced version of mitosis, Wang Qingshan fully realized the horror of Professor bellac and was convinced.

    "Without detection, there will be no medical run, and without treatment, there will be no medical run. This is a very simple common sense. Treating a patient needs at least $1 million. Not many people can afford it. They can only be thrown into the pit and wait for death."

    "Deep pit? What is a deep pit?" Wang Qingshan asked with some doubt.

    Professor beilac glanced at Wang Qingshan and immediately regarded him as air.

    "Go back to the dormitory and find the boss."

    "It''s not allowed to gather now. When can I go back to bajingzi? The boss said he would treat him to a little stupid chicken stewed mushroom. He has said it for six years! Man, it''s not worth believing!"

    "Boss is like that. You can say this to him, but don''t say this to Chu. When I face Ren every day, I feel that I also smell like an old man. He doesn''t drink. With such a roommate, life is boring."

    "Don''t speak ill of Ren in front of the boss. Every anesthesiologist and every instrument nurse has a higher status in the medical group than you. You are going well now..."

    Professor beilac changed his clothes in "talking to himself", didn''t say hello, and left directly.

    When walking out of the door of the dressing room, Wang Qingshan whispered, "why do you say that American doctors won''t support? You''re wrong."

    Professor beilac''s hearing is still sensitive in the constant noise. He turned to look at Wang Qingshan and said contemptuously, "let the facts prove that if more than 50 people go to New York, I will recommend you to Massachusetts General Hospital."

    “……”

    Wang Qingshan was dumbfounded.

    50 people? No one has that?

    "In order to avoid contact with the virus, they will not enter places with severe patients." Professor beilac''s voice came in, even though he had left, he was still wordy.

    "Yes, just like the boss said, the harmony hospital would rather close down than accept patients with the new pneumonia virus."

    "Who is willing to take the patients who don''t make money? For capital, every doctor and nurse is a valuable resource and a money making machine in the medical industry. As for those patients, let them die in the deep pit, who will care."