"Ms. Melissa, what exactly is your position? I've been here twice and haven't figured it out. ”

"Lady Melissa, you know how to heal, don't you? What the? You don't understand Chinese medicine? It's okay, I'll just ask you a few questions about Western medicine. Now I pay attention to the combination of Chinese and Western, I am also studying Western medicine, you say, is there the egg or the chicken first? ”

"What? Is an egg a fertilized egg and a chicken is an egg fertilized? Oh, teachable. ”

"Ms. Melissa, what do you say, how should sows be cared for after giving birth?"

"Melissa—"

"That's enough—"

Melissa was going crazy, she felt like there were 10,000 bees flying around in her head, and her head hurt so badly - and, what do you think the bastard asks? Before, she only knew that her boss Jossen was annoying and always pointed fingers in her ear, but now, Jossen is dead, and there is another guy who almost broke down.

"Lady Melissa, you're rude." Yan Murong looked resentful. "In our Huaxia, we pay attention to the fact that the visitor is a guest, and you actually shout at the guest."

“――”

Melissa was silent, she didn't want to speak, let alone talk to this annoying fellow, so she turned her face out the window and chose to remain silent.

As the saying goes, a slap can't make a sound, and a quarrel has to be two, right? Melissa responded with silence, and Yan Murong felt that it was not interesting, smacked her lips, and asked. "Ms. Melissa, I won't mess with you, I want to ask you a question seriously, I hope you can answer it seriously and honestly."

Hearing Yan Murong's words, Melissa turned her head and stared at Yan Murong without saying a word, which could be regarded as agreeing.

"I just want to know, where did I offend you? Why do you seem to have an opinion about me both times? Yan Murong asked.

"Because you are a Chinese medicine practitioner, I hate Chinese medicine." With that, she turned her head back to the window.

“――”

Yan Murong was speechless, the temperament of the American people is too fast, and they don't know how to turn the corner-Damn, can't you be a tactful?

Seeing that Melissa was reluctant to speak, he lost interest in speaking, and said a few words to Liu Huachun, who was sitting next to him, and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

There was nothing to say all the way, and when the car stopped again, it was not a hotel outside, but a place that looked like a military base, and there were two American GIs guarding the door at the door, and the driver handed over his documents before opening the door and letting him go. The car drove in for another two minutes and stopped outside a huge tent.

"This is where you live." Melissa opened the car door and walked down, explaining. "Go in first, someone will pick you up later."

You have to listen to other people's words on other people's territory, Yan Murong and his party walked into the tent with their luggage, and as soon as they packed up their things, a tall blonde man wearing a suit walked in, his eyes swept around, and walked straight to Yan Murong.

"Are you Mr. Yan Murong, the head of the Huaxia Rescue Group?" The man stretched out his hand, shook Yan Murong, and said. "Just call me Gore, and if you don't have anything to do now, please come with me."

Gore's Huaxia language was very clear, and Yan Murong didn't need a translator, so he asked while beckoning everyone to go out. "Where are we going?"

"Go to the conference room." Gore said, pointing to an army-green tent in the distance that was several times larger than where they lived. "The rescue teams of the United States, South Korea, island nations, and the United Kingdom are all there, and they are waiting for you now." ――

The so-called conference room is very simple, it is built by a huge military tent, which leaks rain in summer and wind in winter. There was a small conference table with chairs around it, and at one end of the tent, a projection screen hung up. When Yan Murong and his party came in, it was already full of people, and it seemed to be chaotic, and the languages of various countries were mixed together, all discussing the mutant flu.

"Sit here." Gore took Yan Murong and his party to the corner of the conference table and motioned for Yan Murong to sit here, while those experts sat on the chairs behind Yan Murong. Then, Gore sent each of them another piece of material and a synchronized audio headset and turned away.

Looking at the materials in his hand, and then turning his head to look at the group of experts behind him, Yan Murong felt embarrassed - look at the people, they are all half a hundred years old, and they speak English so slippery, and then look at themselves, a bunch of things on the document, just look at the letters, and they don't know any of them when they are combined.

"Dr. Liu." Yan Murong beckoned to Liu Huachun, shouted in a low voice, and when Liu Huachun came over, he pointed to the materials in his hand with an embarrassed expression. "W-you understand?"

"I understand." Liu Huachun looked inexplicable, and when he saw the embarrassment on Yan Murong's face, he immediately understood, patted Yan Murong's shoulder, and said. "I don't understand, do I? Hehe, it doesn't matter, I'll translate it for you. If you want to speak this English, it is not difficult to learn, and we didn't have English when we went to school, so we all taught ourselves later. ”

"Mm-hmm, I'll definitely teach myself when I go back." Yan Murong nodded again and again.

"These materials are just cases of some patients." Liu Huachun flipped through the materials and said. "Oh, and then there's a comparison of some other flu viruses and this flu virus."

"Cases?" Yan Murong asked. "Doctor Liu, what does it say?"

"It's very similar to other flu viruses." Liu Huachun looked at the case, looked around again, and whispered. "These are 18 cases of patients, and so far, three have died - at the moment, it seems that this flu virus is not very contagious, but the incubation period is very long, and if it is treated as an ordinary flu, I am afraid it will not work."

"So what are we doing here?" Yan Murong looked at the rescue groups of various countries who were discussing with materials around him and asked. "Aren't they just going to do it, it's the right thing to get a vaccine as soon as possible, and they're going to have a meeting to discuss this?"

"I'm afraid not." Liu Huachun shook his head and said. "The material says it's a mutated flu virus that is very resistant to antibiotics – they've had a vaccine before, but it doesn't work very well."

As he was talking, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent, and then, Melissa, who was in charge of picking up Yan Murong and them, walked in, then Gore, and finally, a middle-aged man walked in. This dark-skinned middle-aged man is the Minister of Medicine, Smith.

"First of all, on behalf of the United States, I would like to welcome you." Smith walked to the front of the conference table, waved the materials in his hand, and said directly. "I'm sure you've already seen this material, so please tell us about it."