Wu Yazhi and the person in charge of the local refugee camp planned to inspect the No. 19 medical point after drinking and eating, saying that it was an inspection, but in fact they wanted to see the jokes of Ye Fan and the four of them, and mocked them with the strength of the wine, killing the spirit of this group of young people, and regaining some face.

He was accompanied by Wang Zeng, a black man with a chubby body, who was the main leader of the area, Sam.

Seeing the skyrocketing fire, Sam quickly rolled down the window.

Singing wafted from the direction of the Nineteenth Gathering Area, the song of the steppe in which the Subises celebrated the holiday.

"Damn, hurry, hurry up! What are these poor guys doing!" Sam cursed viciously, urging the driver to speed up the throttle.

Wu Yazhi and Wang Zeng looked at each other in surprise and wondered, how could these refugees be in the mood to dance, sing, and engage in activities? It's just too strange!

I can't eat enough, I'm sick and sick, and I'm thinking about entertainment and carnival, these black people have cramps in their heads, right?

He didn't think about the reason at all, maybe subconsciously he didn't want to think about it.

The sedan rushed to the place where the bonfire was lit, and when it drove closer, several people in the car were even more surprised.

On the grassland in the dark night, brand-new camouflage tents prop up the orderly camp, thousands of people form several large circles, men, women and children, dancing around the campfire, singing tribal songs, in full swing, where does this look like a refugee camp?

Sam rushed out of the car with a big belly, and Wu Yazhi and Wang Zeng also followed with a briefcase full of suspicion.

Running to the front, the three of them were shocked by these carnival crowds, their faces were constantly changing, the old people and children sitting on the ground were eating and drinking, all smiling, and even a few patients on stretchers were holding their heads and smirking, the atmosphere of the scene was extremely warm, and people who didn't know the details thought that this was a celebration of African tribes.

A large pile of unopened boxes is still stacked in the clearing, containing canned food, water and clothing, estimated to weigh more than 100 tons.

"Who's bringing the food?" Sam yelled as he grabbed a child and glared angrily.

"Airplane...... The plane in the sky ......" The little boy threw off his arm and ran away, still holding a chocolate bar in his hand.

"Someone airdropped relief supplies? Why don't I know?" Sam's face became very ugly, it was already darker than the bottom of the pot, and now he could barely see the whites of his eyes, he reached out the phone and called the foreign affairs department loudly.

Wu Yazhi looked strange, he found that this refugee camp was full of happiness, compared to them, the refugees at the No. 1 gathering point were simply living in hell, but here was a heavenly scene.

"Captain, this ...... What the hell is going on? Is there a foreign medical team stationed there?" Wang Zeng was full of questions, and suddenly found the national flag and the red cross flag planted in front of the two tents next to the open space, and exclaimed: "Captain, look there. ”

"Where did they get the flags? and the tents?" Wu Yazhi's eyes became even more suspicious, he clearly remembered that Ye Fan and the four of them didn't even bring a package, this kind of place, one has no shops, and the other is very far away from the city, where did they find these equipment?

"Oh, isn't this Dr. Wu? Do you want to come and dance a pot dance?" In the boiling crowd, a familiar voice was raised that disgusted Wu Yazhi.

Ye Fan and the four of them stepped out of the crowd, followed by a large group of supporters.

Wu Yazhi squinted his eyes, straightened his face and asked solemnly: "What are you doing? Why don't you devote yourself to the rescue work? Dancing and coaxing here is just nonsense!"

"The surname is Wu, what are you yelling about, who told you that we didn't do the work?" Luo Xiaogang immediately rushed out to reason with him.

Qin Qiaoqing was also annoyed, and crossed her arms to argue: "Dr. Wu, take a closer look, we have already remodeled the refugee camp and completed the treatment of thousands of people, what else do you want us to do? The refugees here have already eaten relief food and lived in tents, and the work we do is a hundred times better than yours!"

"This is absolutely impossible!" Wang Zeng questioned loudly on the side, "You don't have medical equipment, and you can cure thousands of patients in just a few hours?"

"Believe it or not, there's no need to explain it to you. Qin Qiaoqing didn't bother to pay attention to this Wang Zeng, he didn't have the ability to do it himself, so he took it for granted that others couldn't do it either, this kind of person was useless except for seeing the wind and making the rudder, slipping his whiskers and slapping horses.

Wu Yazhi observed carefully and found that these refugees were not at all like the refugees at the No. 1 aid point, all of them were elated and full of energy, even if they were lying on the stretcher, they also showed long-lost joy, not like they were deliberately cheating.

"Oh, please invite our Dr. Wu to dance and sing! Ah Ming, what are you doing in a daze?" Ye Fan glanced at Mingluo, and a group of black people dragged Wu Yazhi and Wang Zeng into the dancing circle.

"Let go of me, you, don't touch me with your dirty hands......" Wang Zeng's futile cries were to no avail, and he was immediately submerged in the sea of people and carried into the reveling crowd.

Wu Yazhi's glasses fell into the grass, and several black women pulled him with a smile, one by one, and pulled him to dance the prairie dance.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Sam fled back to the car early in the morning with a phone call, loudly urging the driver to drive, and fled the place in embarrassment.

"Have a good time, black brothers and sisters!" Ye Fan picked up a cigarette, turned his head and waved his hand vigorously, snapped, and smashed the pair of glasses in the grass.

The screams of Wu Yazhi and Wang Zeng were drowned out by the men, women and children of Africa, who were not supposed to come here, hoping to show off their might and taunt their opponents, but they were dragged in to dance and tortured for several hours before they were embarrassed and exhausted and escaped from the refugee camp.

Especially Wu Yazhi, who is not young, this time he is even more distraught, miserable, because he has no glasses, and finally he can't even distinguish the road, and Wang Zeng and Wang Zeng support each other, staggering and walking for an hour before meeting with the car sent by Sam to meet them......

As dawn shone on the African savannah, several lionesses yawned lazily and sat around the lion king, when suddenly, an Apache helicopter painted with the Star-Spangled Banner flew in from the distant East African coast and crossed the uninhabited African savannah, breaking the peace of the camp area.

"Well, here's the medicine delivery. Ye Fan stood at the entrance of the tent, raised his eyes, and a smile bloomed on his face.

The Star of Kai from Area 51 crossed the Pacific Ocean to the troubled African continent and handed it over to the refugees.

Ye Fan slightly regretted that Sui Tang did not deliver the goods in person, only two white assistants came randomly and explained the use process and operation precautions.

People living with AIDS in the camps began to be injected one by one, and they became the first volunteers to test the reagent in large quantities, with both risk and opportunity.

After a two-day observation period, Ye Fan confirmed that these reagents can effectively alleviate and contain the symptoms of the virus without too many side effects, and the level of medical research and development in Area 51 is commendable.

Just as the whole camp was cheering and rejoicing, that evening, Ye Fan received an urgent letter from a black postman.

The letter turned out to be from the African Red Cross, hoping that they would be able to travel to a location in the eastern Nile basin to help a village with an outbreak of infectious disease.

"What should I do, to go or not to go?" Qin Qiaoqing asked Ye Fan's decision.

Ye Fan smiled, "Go, of course we want to go, some people deliberately arranged for us to travel there, why refuse?"

"Teacher, you mean, this is the ghost of the old guy surnamed Wu?" Luo Xiaogang guessed the reason for the incident.

"He should be the only one, and the non-red will always ...... This organization doesn't seem to be clean......" Ye Fan shook his head and smiled: "No matter how much, in short, after doing this job, our task of aiding Africa will be overfulfilled, and then I will take you to the Mediterranean for a vacation!"

"Great! Then we'll confirm the itinerary tomorrow!" Hearing that he was going to the Mediterranean for a vacation, Qin Qiaoqing jumped up happily.