"This matter is a bit troublesome, not to say that the two of you are ......" Wu Mian also knew that he had said the wrong thing in his eyes, and wanted to explain, but he groaned as he spoke.

"Dr. Wu, we also want to help. Zhuang Yongzhi said, "It doesn't necessarily help." ”

"That's why the Johns Hopkins Center for Health Security, in collaboration with the World Economic Forum and the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, co-hosted a tabletop exercise in New York City on the pandemic, codenamed Event201. Wu Mian said in a deep voice.

Zhuang Yongzhi and Zheng Qingmu couldn't understand what Wu Mian was saying, the code name was Event201, what does this doctor have to do with it.

"Similar exercises have been held this year, and this time the deputy director of the CIA also participated. Wu Mian's tone was very low, "The person who presided over the exercise was my teacher, Dr. Anthony. ”

CIA, Zhuang Yongzhi was stunned for a moment after hearing this name. No wonder Dr. Wu said that his status was not enough, it turned out to be so.

Although the bookmaker has a lot of business dealings with the U.S. side, there are no simple things to do. But when it comes to the CIA, Zhuang Yongzhi also knows that he has something to lose.

"Doctor Wu, I see that you are in a very low mood, isn't it just a drill?" Zhuang Yongzhi asked tentatively.

The health and human services department on the other side simulated a "crimson contagion" exercise in a series of exercises conducted from January to August of this year. The gentle smile on Wu Mian's face disappeared, and he sneered and said, "The two of you must know what the so-called crimson contagion means. ”

"SARS?" Zhuang Yongzhi asked.

"Something like that. Wu Mian said, "Continuous high-density exercises, wolf ambition, wolf ambition!"

"Uncle Xiao, what do you mean?" asked Daoist Lin with a confused expression.

Wu Mian's expression was grim, and he looked at the desktop for a long time and was speechless. After a few minutes, he said, "The acting codename, Crimson Contagion, you don't know what it means?"

Daoist Lin immediately sat on the chair in a standard sitting position, lowered his head slightly, looked at the bone disc in front of him, and didn't dare to say a word of superfluous nonsense.

Uncle Xiao was angry, and he could feel the real anger.

Daoist Lin knew that Uncle Xiao's temper was quite good, even when facing human traffickers, he didn't seem to make a dead move, but just knocked out his brains......

Every time I come to Laojiu Mountain for a vacation, I have a casual conversation with Uncle Xiaoshi, and it is very interesting for him to say some gossip and other things. Especially the little uncle has a wide range of knowledge, and the gossip is delicious.

This should be the first time that Uncle Xiao has spoken to himself violently.

"Brother. Chu Zhixi said softly, "Don't be angry." ”

"Hmm. Wu Mian replied in a deep voice, turn off the phone? Give it to Chu Zhixi? Close your eyes for 1.2 seconds and then open them? A gentle smile reappeared on his face.

"Let's eat? I'm going to rush back when I'm done eating. Wu Mian said.

"Dr. Wu, I shouldn't have asked. Zhuang Yongzhi looked at Wu Mian with a straight face? Ask, "Is it the melting of the Antarctic glaciers?" Is there a prehistoric virus? I've heard a lot of similar rumors lately. ”

"It's not. "Wu Mian doesn't seem to be as tough and angry as before? The smile on his face seemed to be engraved, "It's a drill, a simulated flu epidemic." ”

It's just the flu, Zhuang Yongzhi wondered why Wu Mian had such a big reaction.

"The earliest first exercise started on January 19 of this year? I wasn't invited? Later, it was a long time before I heard about the content of the exercise.

The content of this exercise is to assume that 35 tourists who have been to Huaxia are infected, and then fly to Australia, Kuwait, Malaysia, Thailand? Great Britain and Spain, as well as the United States. On the way, he developed respiratory symptoms and fever. After that, there will be a phased outbreak, and the exercise will focus on prevention and control. ”

"Just a drill? Although it is called a crimson infectious disease, suppose the place of transmission of the disease is in China? But don't be so angry, Dr. Goh. Zhuang Yongzhi said, "I guess it has something to do with the SARS in the past." ”

"It's not. Wu Mian said with certainty? " Don't talk about this? Eat and eat. ”

The next atmosphere gets weird and stiff? Wu Mian was absent-minded, and many topics were not answered at all, which was inexplicably embarrassing.

Seeing Wu Mian like this, Zhuang Yongzhi quickly ended the meal, sent them back to rest, and agreed to pick up the group two hours in advance.

After resting for about 3 hours, and when he returned to his residence, Daoist Lin grabbed Wu Mian with a thief's eyebrows and asked, "Uncle Xiao, you come to my room." ”

"Something?"

"Hey, isn't that to see you're unhappy? I'll tell you, when I look at your frown, I'm about to have a heart attack. I don't have a history of heart attack, tell me what you're trying to scare me for. Daoist Lin smiled and said a cold joke.

Wu Mian said in a deep voice, "I'm a little messy. ”

Seeing that Wu Mian did not refuse, Daoist Lin quietly followed behind.

Wei Dabao hesitated for a moment and quietly followed behind Daoist Lin.

But Wu Mian didn't go to Daoist Lin's room, but went back to his room. Daoist Lin hesitated for a moment, and then followed him to Wu Mian's room.

After Wu Mian entered the house, he pulled over a chair, sat down with a big golden knife, and Chu Zhixi stood behind him obediently, pressing a pair of small hands on Wu Mian's temples.

“......”

Lin Daoshi was speechless.

What's going on?

"My brother used to have headaches, and sometimes the pain was so severe that he needed acupuncture. Chu Zhixi explained.

"Uncle Junior, do you have a headache? Why haven't I seen it?"

Wu Mian closed his eyes and didn't speak, his tall figure was like a mountain, but no matter how hard he tried to be gentle today, his body exuded a breathing aura.

"Little Master, what the hell is going on? I heard Uncle Xiao mean an academic exchange organized by a university called Jins, why did Uncle Xiao react so strongly?

"Nope. Chu Zhixi said, she thought about it, sighed slightly and said, "This matter is very strange, I don't understand." ”

Daoist Lin didn't dare to ask deeply, watching the little master massage the temples of the little uncle, and he was envious in his heart. Suddenly, a thought moved in my heart, do you want to find another daughter-in-law by yourself?

In the blink of an eye, Daoist Lin smiled. Forget it, how is this possible.

It is rare to see someone like Xiao Shiniang who is empathetic, but gentle and considerate, and he is not so lucky.

If you really marry a daughter-in-law and go home, it doesn't matter who massages whom. With old arms and legs, if he washes his daughter-in-law's feet at night, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for a few years.

Se is a meat-cutting steel knife, Se is a meat-cutting steel knife, Lin Daoist repeatedly meditated in his heart.

It is still the health of the little uncle, and after reading a few words, Daoist Lin remembered the creaking sound in the small courtyard in the back mountain, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's still young and good, but it's a pity that the flowers have a reblooming day, and no one is young.

Wu Mian was silent for a few minutes and then said lightly, "Lao Lin, Wei Dabao, go back." ”