Sleepless Doctor

Text 1229 Soaring Vulture

The “Guardian” reporter saw documents showing that the head of a medical institution dealing with the new crown virus admitted for the first time that they expected the epidemic to continue until next spring.

It will put tremendous pressure on the already overwhelming national health service system. By then, 80% of the British people will be infected and 15%, or about 7.9 million people, may be hospitalized.

On this day, the President of Serbia made a televised speech, appealing to China for help in an almost crying tone. When he declared a state of emergency, he also announced that he had urgently purchased 5 million masks from China and requested China's rescue.

Wu Mian did not watch foreign news, but quietly watched the news in a corner in a daze.

In the imperial capital, the Xiaotangshan Hospital established in 2003 was relaunched, and the original Xiaotangshan Hospital finally came into view again.

As early as January 23, the Imperial Capital had decided to urgently start the reconstruction of Xiaotangshan Hospital and the construction of a new ward as a city-level designated hospital for admission.

More than 15,000 people have gone through 53 days and nights of design, construction, and construction before they can calmly respond today.

It was originally just a backup method, but I didn't expect it to come in handy in the end.

The domestic epidemic has been well controlled. Except for Tianhe, the country has basically been cleared. There are successively confirmed patients, and most of them are imported cases.

Really, Wu Mian cursed in his heart.

Xiaotangshan Hospital has more than 1,000 beds, which will be mainly used for the screening and treatment of people who need to be screened, suspected cases, and light and common confirmed patients among overseas (returning) to Beijing.

The Imperial Capital has reported a total of 41 imported confirmed cases overseas.

The relaunch of Xiaotangshan is a precaution, but watching this news is always very uncomfortable.

Most of the immigrants are Chinese, ethnic Chinese, and foreign students with strong awareness of epidemic prevention, but 41 positive cases have been screened in this way.

You can imagine what it has been abroad.

It is inevitable that the epidemic will break out all over the world. In other words, the epidemic is getting worse and cannot be contained.

Although Wu Mian knew that they had opened Pandora's box and released a Genesis-level virus, all of this was taken for granted.

But after fighting in Tianhe, he saw a glimmer of hope-the possibility of mankind defeating the virus, even if it is a Genesis-level virus.

But basically no one in Europe and the United States thinks about resisting the virus, and it will be collapsed. It is like a blitzkrieg in the face of San Dezi. There is no resistance. Even if China has won the encounter, they have more time and experience.

But look at what they have done, lying flat and hammering, it's so amazing!

People like Owen will certainly not have any problems, and they can command financial warfare on any small island they fly to.

The more chaotic outside, the more he and they earn.

In the past, Wu Mian only saw in the history books that in every disaster year, land annexation was the most serious. The poor sell their sons and daughters, and die of hunger. But the rich are getting richer and richer, until the beginning of the next cycle.

2020 is really a lifetime series, Wu Mian shook his head and smiled.

Such things can be seen, which is far beyond Wu Mian's cognition of this world.

Every day, everything that happens is unfamiliar, and Wu Mian is working hard to accept this new era.

[I used to cross the mountains and the sea...]

Wu Mian's cell phone rang.

He glanced at it, and it was Professor Barrac's call.

"Bellak, don't you have to go for surgery so early?" Wu Mian greeted casually after connecting to the phone.

"Boss~~~" Professor Barak was extremely excited, speaking like a commentator on a football field, enthusiastic.

"Be quiet, are you split again?" Wu Mian frowned.

"The great Belak crawled out of the grave again! I was resurrected with full blood, thank me for my persistence!"

"You..." Wu Mian was speechless, "What did you do? Why did you talk to me in the voice of a Necromancer?"

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"Boss, the third time the US stock market...no, the fourth blowout, can you believe it, this is crazy. I didn't sleep last night and saw the blowout with my own eyes!"

"You still have money? Aren't you bankrupt." Wu Mian asked helplessly.

Is this a gambling? I didn't expect Barack to have this kind of hobby.

"I borrowed 1 million dollars!" Barack said happily, "I am a doctor in Massachusetts, and I still have this credit line."

"It's fine if you are happy." Wu Mian remembered what Owen Rothschild had said, but it was not easy to stop.

"Boss, when the epidemic is over, I invite you to travel around the world."

"Forget it, no need." Wu Mian said, "It will take 3-5 years for the epidemic to end, and it won't necessarily be the case by then."

"My God, why are you so pessimistic?" Professor Barak's tone was full of spring breeze.

"Nothing else." Wu Mian asked, "Barack, you pay the money quickly."

"Boss, your concept is simply too backward. Did you know that the Fed is slamming water again, or if it doesn't invest, it can only watch its own money bag getting weaker and weaker."

"Well, you can be happy." Wu Mian said indifferently. Just about to hang up, he paused and advised, "Bellak, you should be careful, and you'd better not borrow money."

"I know ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Don't worry, boss, I'm the Great Demon of Wall Street!" Professor Barak said triumphantly, "Now the panic has reached its limit, I know it in my heart."

Wu Mian was too lazy to listen to this, so he hung up the phone.

It's just a different skin from what is said in the history books, and the kernel has never changed. The more the year of the disaster, the more excited and active people like Owen, the huge assets tossed and rolled upwards.

This scene seems familiar. The previous financial tsunami was man-made, but this time there is no difference, whether it is the Deborg virus or the Owen gang who took advantage of the situation.

Faced with a Genesis-level virus, they just want to make money. It's really... awesome!

The little fish like Professor Barack jumped up and down, and most of them were eaten.

Wu Mian knew that his logical thinking in this area would definitely not make sense, so he sighed.

I hope Barrac is well.

Thinking, Wu Mian picked up the phone and wanted to leave a message for Barack.

But he thought for a long time and didn't know what to say. Go if you want, what should I do? Too much is a story, and it is hard to persuade people who are looking for death.

Wu Mian recalled a picture.

A rare vulture hovering over New York.

Vultures, a kind of scavengers, may have too many deaths in New York City to be buried in time. The smell of rotting corpses attracts vultures.

And people like Owen have been hovering in the financial market for a long time.

Virtual and reality, finance and entity are highly overlapped, and it is impossible to imagine what the world will become in the future.

Wu Mian let out a long sigh and turned off the phone.

I hope Barack will not die, I hope he can survive...

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