Wen Yang very much hopes that the progress of drug research and development can be rapid in one day, and it is best to catch up with the speed of the rocket, so that Zhang Mingyue and Lemon can come back as soon as possible.

Originally, Lemon only took ten days off with his mother, but before Zhang Mingyue could find a reason to call the boss and teacher to renew the vacation, the primary and secondary schools in Haishi began to take long vacations - although the Zheng government has not publicly explained the seriousness of the epidemic, but judging from the measures that have been taken, it is already very revealing.

Zhang Mingyue's big foreign boss seems to have heard some rumors, and asked the secretary to buy a dead expensive first-class ticket and fly back to his hometown, according to Zhang Mingyue's usual evaluation of her big boss, this guy can be described as a typical representative of thrifty housekeeping, if the ticket can buy economy class, he doesn't buy business class, this time he actually gritted his teeth and bought a first-class ticket and flew away, which surprised many people.

As soon as the boss left, the employees below were a little herding sheep, and many people made a similar choice to Zhang Mingyue, working in a semi-rest style.

Zhang Mingyue took annual leave this time, and she also brought a laptop, and she usually used VPN to deal with anything in the company. I didn't delay my work.

Gong Jiang didn't want to pass on the pressure and nervousness here to Zhang Mingyue and their mother and son, so he chatted softly with his wife and children on the phone, his tone was as relaxed and happy as possible, and Lemon was still clamoring to talk to Da Mao.

Gong Jiang took the phone to Wenyang and thought? One? Root? Read? Thinking about it, Wen Yang turned his head sideways, his two ears were brought forward, and he was propped up in the direction of the mobile phone, and the sweet and greasy voice of lemon immediately came to his ears.

"Da Mao, Da Mao, I'm a lemon, do you want me? I'll scream if you think of me! I miss you! ”

I couldn't help but shiver.

Why haven't you seen it for a few days, and you'll be spoiled!

looked at Gong Jiang with a pleading look, Gong Jiang just held back a smile and looked at his chubby husky, and he didn't say anything. Lemon would also speak to him in this tone when he was a child, and the number of spoiled times gradually decreased when he grew up, and today this kid suddenly regained his "innocence", which shows that this dog's status in his heart is indeed quite high.

Song Hanzhong, wearing a white coat, came out of the disinfection room, stood in the corridor, and looked at Gong Jiang with some anxiety, as if he had something to say, but he stopped talking.

The phone ended with Wen Yang's half-perfunctory whine and hung up in a hurry.

Gong Jiang put away his mobile phone, Song Hanzhong immediately leaned over, and the two men whispered with serious faces.

"I don't know if they have Newcastle disease, or trichomoniasis, or a cold, so I told Long Mei to see if there were any yellow spots, white spots or mucus in the pigeon's mouth, and she wouldn't break the pigeon's mouth, saying that she was afraid of being bitten. I'll have to go home and see how it goes. ”

"Newcastle disease?"

Gong Jiang thought about it for a long time, not knowing what kind of disease it was.

"Oh, forget you don't keep pigeons, Newcastle disease is a virus that causes an acute high-contagious infectious disease in poultry and does not infect people. Alas, I don't even know what to say, in case it's Newcastle disease, these carrier pigeons are estimated to die, if it's not Newcastle disease, what if it's ukv? If it's a UKV, it's a big trouble! It's better to have trichomoniasis, and it can be cured...... Alas! ”

Wen Yang was shocked when he saw Gong Jiang, and his whole person's expression changed.

"Bring your equipment and protect yourself. The latest news I got is that there are also cases of UKV deaths here! Gong Jiang said to Song Hanzhong with a solemn face.

Are the pigeons upstairs in Song's house sick?

What if it's really a ukv...... Isn't that Mrs. Song?

Thinking of the old lady Song who didn't say much, but was extremely kind, Wen Yang immediately ran in the direction of the elevator entrance, squatting in Song Hanzhong, who was waiting to get the equipment.

Seeing that Da Mao was also going, Gong Jiang did not stop him.

After all, Da Mao has its own super natural immune system, and he is not afraid of getting infected, just wait for it to come back and detoxify his whole body.

While driving, Song Hanzhong called home while wearing headphones, and asked Long Mei to open all the doors and windows in the house for ventilation first.

After parking the car, Song Hanzhong took out two pairs of masks from the box he was carrying and put them on for himself and Wenyang.

A man and a dog trotted home, and before they reached the door, they saw Long Mei's nervous little face.

"Mr. Song, I do what you say, feed millet and prepared grains every day, and release them once in the morning and evening......"

Sister Long snorted and lowered her head and followed behind, afraid of being blamed.

I didn't say anything about the strange appearance of this person and a dog wearing masks.

Song Han was in a hurry, just walking briskly inside, and when she heard the little nanny suddenly open her mouth to defend herself, she turned her head to look at her in some surprise.

After thinking about it, Song Hanzhong stretched out his hand and gently patted the shoulder of the little nanny who looked very immature, and gently comforted: "Don't worry, I don't blame you." ”

Sister Long's mood hung on her face, and when she heard that it was okay, she happily ran towards the kitchen: "Mr. Song, I'll serve you a cup of flower tea, the flowers and leaves are all made of dried flowers grown in grandma's yard, but they are fragrant!" ”

"Well, put it on the table."

Song Hanzhong climbed the stairs and answered casually.

I climbed up the spiral staircase, and an uncomfortable smell came through the mask.

In addition to the normal smell of birds and wheat straw, there is also a foul smell on the entire second floor.

In a metal cage on the edge of the balcony, there are several pigeons.

One of them, a grey pigeon, was housed separately in a smaller cage.

The closer you get to that cage, the more pronounced the stench you smelled earlier.

The cage was clean, with a layer of golden straw at the bottom, but a shapeless pile of excrement on the top.

The food box in the cage was full of yellow and clear millet grains, and there was plenty of drinking water, but the gray pigeon was shrunk in a corner, motionless, just nesting its head, drooping its eyelids, and the two small holes in the nose were hanging two shiny water stains, and his spirit was extremely sluggish. If it weren't for the fact that the feathers on its chest were still rising and falling slightly, Wen Yang would have thought it was out of breath.

Wen Yang turned his head and looked at the pigeons in the other cages.

The pigeons, with their necks glowing with a beautiful blue-purple color, paced peacefully in the cage, cooing twice from time to time, pecking at the millet grains in the food box, and compared with the gray pigeon in front of them, they were obviously two completely different appearances.

Song Hanzhong sighed, took out a pair of gloves from the small box he was carrying, and took out a large transparent plastic bag.

Glancing at Song Hanzhong, Wen Yang took a few steps back and made room for Song Hanzhong.

Song Hanzhong took a simple and crude approach.

He took the smallest cage from the side, moved the sick pigeon into it, and put the pigeon in the big transparent plastic bag, and sealed the mouth of the bag. There is still a lot of space left in the bag, and I am not afraid of insufficient oxygen in a short time. I took out a cotton swab and dipped it in a little pigeon dung and threw it into the test tube, and then hurriedly walked downstairs with the box in one hand and the bagged pigeon cage in the other.

A cup of flower tea was already on the table, and the little nanny with two braids was setting up refreshments in the living room.

Called Sister Long, Song Hanzhong told her to remember to wear gloves to clean the pigeon cage, find a pot by the way, throw the cleaned up garbage and gloves into it and burn it, and then wipe the whole family with disinfectant. The reason, of course, is that the season has changed recently, and the flu has been raging.

The little nanny replied with a rattle.

Mrs. Song heard the movement and walked out of the room.

The old lady was very happy to see the fat dog wagging its tail at her. Before he could say anything, he looked up and saw Song Hanzhong in strange equipment.

"Hanzhong, where are you going?"

Looking at her grandson in surprise, the old lady asked.

Song Hanzhong just said that the pigeon was sick and should be dealt with.

Seeing that the old man saw this dog, the whole person was in a better mood, Song Hanzhong stretched out his legs and picked up Wen Yang, who was about to go out with the old lady after saying hello: "You stay here for a few days, accompany my grandma, and I'll tell your father Gong to go." ”

Seeing Song Hanzhong leave, Wen Yang looked up at Mrs. Song and found that the old man's spirit seemed to be worse than half a month ago.