Sleepless Doctor

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Wang Qingshan was silly, he wondered if there was a problem with his ears.

Immigrants have always gone to the United States from China. It is possible that Professor Barack has a problem with his brain. How could he give up his position in Massachusetts General Hospital and come to China.

And what does he mean by bankruptcy.

...

...

Wu Mian hung up Professor Barak's call, he sighed.

"Brother, Barack is bankrupt again?" Chu Zhixi asked.

"Well, I guess it was eaten by Owen in one bite." Wu Mian tapped his finger on the tabletop, not knowing what he was thinking.

"There is also your money in it." Chu Zhixi reminded.

"That doesn't count, so is Barack. It's really frustrated with lard. I told him how many times I just didn't listen." Wu Mian shook his head.

He and Chu Zhixi had just returned from the P3 laboratory, and the scars on their faces were still there.

But commuting to and from get off work on time and on schedule, the days seem to go back to the past.

Opened the notebook and clicked on the mailbox, Wu Mian glanced at it and selected an email and clicked on it.

"Who sent it from?"

"Hey." Wu Mian smiled, "It's really interesting."

Chu Zhixi leaned over and took a look, then was astonished.

Musk's word for buying a large number of ventilators came into view.

"Didn't Musk just say to cooperate with Medtronic to convert Tesla's production line into a ventilator production line? How can I buy it? Time is too late?" Chu Zhixi asked doubtfully.

"Fool, you actually believe that Musk will produce ventilators?"

"Why don't you believe it? Wuling has started producing masks."

"That's in our country." Wu Mian said, "Once Musk starts producing ventilators, Tesla's market value will fall off a cliff. Many capital predators are waiting for this moment. So whether Musk wants or doesn't want him, he You can't make ventilators. Buying in China is the most reasonable solution."

Chu Zhixi was speechless.

She didn't understand the bad things on Wall Street, and she always thought that the US production machines would definitely be able to solve a large part of the epidemic prevention needs.

But Chu Zhixi did not expect Wall Street's capital crocodile to take a helicopter to throw money and buy directly from all over the world.

More than 50 days ago, domestic orders were sent to the world to buy ventilators and ecmos. Only less than 2 months later, the order came back unexpectedly.

This world is too mysterious, it's really a magical year.

"A lot of ventilators have not been delivered, and the customs is still receiving ventilators and ecmos. But it's okay, they are sold directly after reselling, and the blood can be returned." Wu Mian said.

Chu Zhixi was very confused. She turned on the phone silently and found Musk's Twitter.

Musk said on Twitter,

[If there is a shortage of ventilators, we can manufacture them. 】

[It is not difficult for Tesla to transform the production of ventilators. “Tesla can produce cars with advanced HVAC systems, and SpaceX can produce spacecraft equipped with life support systems. Manufacturing ventilators is not difficult, but it can’t be very fast. Manufactured."】

These words are vivid, but what they say is different from what they do.

In front of him, Wuling's mask box was faintly floating, and it said-Whatever the people need, Wuling will produce what.

And a benchmark company like Tesla...

"The magic city's factory opened, and the electric cars were continuously coming down from the production line. Musk is likely to become the world's richest man. The story is really good, like a scumbag." Wu Mian said with a smile.

"Brother, why do you always say that Musk is a scumbag." Chu Zhixi was puzzled.

"What you say and what you do are completely different things. I read the news and said that because of the epidemic, Tesla announced the suspension of two US factories. I guess Musk has been distressed to death, and the stock price seems to have plummeted."

"Then what to do, catch up with the epidemic."

"They... don't care how many people die. The commander has been clamoring to start work at Easter on April 12." Wu Mian laughed, "The reality is even more bizarre than the novel. It's a big drama."

The general said at a recent press conference that he hopes that the US economy can be restarted on Easter Day and the restrictions taken in response to the COVID-19 pandemic will be relaxed. On that day, everyone can go to work, and the church will be full.

That's it?

The pit in New York is still being dug, and without any measures to control the epidemic, how could they be “optimistic” that they will be able to resume work on April 12.

Watching the news, Chu Zhixi was already shocked by all kinds of magical information to the extreme.

After the epidemic, the demons danced wildly, refreshing her bottom line of knowledge over and over again.

"Brother, it's impossible, isn't it."

"Die before Easter, just can be resurrected on Easter." Wu Mian said coldly, "As for the life and death of ordinary people, who cares."

Chu Zhixi thought for a long time, but finally smiled bitterly.

"I thought they would point their faces, and at the worst, they would have to behave."

"Who is more important than face and money?" Wu Mian said with a smile, "There is ism in his mouth, but in his heart it is business."

"It will definitely gather on a large scale after work resumes. What if the virus spreads on a large scale?"

"The mortality rate of new pneumonia is not as high as that of the plague. No one cares about www.wuxiaspot.com~. This time they still don’t care. Two forms of new pneumonia viruses A and B have spread in the United States. Does anyone care about this month? It's also involved in e-cigarettes."

"..." Chu Zhixi sighed.

"They gloated and fell into trouble a while ago. But they didn't make corresponding plans at all. They didn't expect a country and countless people to kill a Genesis-level virus.

Now they are making money while yelling and blaming us. "

"..."

"It doesn't matter, this time the American emperor's **** have been removed." Wu Mian smiled, "It's like the emperor's new clothes. Everyone doesn't talk about it, and our anti-epidemic action is the little boy who told Everyone, the Emperor, didn't even wear a piece of clothing."

"With so many people, what does the virus have to mutate into? That's an RNA virus." Chu Zhixi was worried.

"It's okay, the domestic control of imported cases, quietly watching."

This is no way.

With that, Wu Mian twisted his cell phone, hesitated for a moment, and began to make a call.

"To Owen?"

"Well, I'm particularly interested in them taking advantage of the fire to rob in the year of the catastrophe. I have only seen it in books before, but now I see them alive." Wu Mian said with a smile, "This is the time to witness history and witness miracles!"

Witnessing history... Chu Zhixi chanted this word several times in her heart, and a bitterness arose in her heart.

If this is witnessing history, it is better not to witness.

"Owen, it's unbelievable that the appetizer you said is so big! The doctor under me went bankrupt, financially free, and finally broke again today." Wu Mian said directly without any greetings.

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