Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 1549 There is a difference between intimacy and distance
"Take off his shirt."

In the operating room, Lao Hu said to the nurse, and the doctor who helped quickly untied Gangwon Province Ryoma's hospital gown, revealing his thin chest.

As his shirt was taken off, Jiang Yuandao Ryoma felt a chill all over his body, and then he opened his eyes to take a look at his surroundings.

"Mr. Ryoma Ewara, we need to treat you, and you will recover soon."

The voice of a translator came from the side, and Ehara Doryangma turned his head to look, and it was Bai Ling who said with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"Just now, I felt like a century had passed and I almost couldn't open my eyes."

Ehara Doryoma pretended to be weak and said.

Bai Ling smiled and said, "Don't worry, when you come to us, we will definitely cure you."

"But don't be afraid of the silver needle we use next."

"Ah, Silver Needle, okay, okay. I will definitely cooperate."

Jiang Yuandao Liangma said, then glanced at Lao Hu on the side, and then lay down honestly, not daring to move.

In fact, you are feeling the sensations in various parts of your body so that you can remember the sequence.

"Okay, let's get started."

Lao Hu glanced at Bai Ling, and then nodded to the two people helping him.

These two people were also specially selected.

The silver needle held by one of them was contaminated with virus No. 18.

The other person is a purely ordinary silver needle.

Old Hu said something, and then shouted loudly, "Take the first shot first, Tanzhong will be the main one."

The next second, Gangwondo Ryoma felt like he had been stabbed in the stomach.

Then the silver needle was pulled out, and Bai Ling on the side took a plaster and quickly pressed it on it.

“Down below is Hegu”

After the voice fell, the silver needle was inserted and stirred twice, in case he couldn't remember and couldn't find the direction.

Then he pulled it out and applied another plaster.

All of this has been firmly engraved in Gangwon Province's memory of the good horse, and he is even afraid of forgetting it. He is still recalling it over and over again in his mind.

Little did he know that during the acupuncture process, Lao Hu kept using two types of needles alternately. On the premise of ensuring that the treatment could be cured, Lao Hu didn't mind doing it a few times and adding a little more difficulty.

Otherwise, how can they show the difficulties of their traditional Chinese medicine?
Then, while Lao Hu was shouting, the number of acupuncture points that Gangwon Doryangma needed to remember was increasing, so that the final order was a bit blurry. Except for the first dozen or so acupuncture points, he could still remember the names of the following ones. Almost forgot.

Bai Ling on the side looked at Lao Hu who was getting more and more confused and the plasters plastered all over his chest. These were all money.

Cough
Just when Lao Hu was still thinking, he heard Bai Ling's cough, and then he put away the silver needle angrily, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Okay, now go back and lie down for a long time. As long as the body temperature returns to normal, you can take antibiotics."

There was a hint of fatigue in Lao Hu's words, making him look very tired.

But in my heart, I couldn't be happier.

If Bai Ling hadn't spoken, he would have wanted to pierce Xiaosheng all over.

"Send the patient back."

As Lao Hu said, Bai Ling nodded, and then called for help from the nurses outside to lift Jiang Yuandao Liangma onto the hospital bed and walk to the ward.

At this moment, Jiang Yuandao Ryoma, who was being pushed, was sweating on his forehead.

He suddenly discovered that he could still clearly remember the first dozen acupuncture points, but as he went to the back, he seemed to be unable to remember them.

Even if I repeat it several times, I still can't remember it.

"It's over, what should we do?"

If you don't understand, what will you do if you go back?
If the patient cannot be cured, it will be fatal.

"No, there should be a pattern. Let me think about it. Let me think about it."

Lying on the bed, Ehara Doryoma recalled over and over again the feeling of the needle just now, and then thought about the structure of the human body, and an idea slowly appeared in his mind.

Then, some acupuncture points were also memorized.

"Ha ha"

"It must be like this, from the limbs to the heart, from the outside to the inside, yes, that's it, that's it."

Gangwon Province Ryoma shouted in his heart that they had found an immune system that could effectively resist the virus. What they lacked was the correct treatment method.

Now, with this programmatic guidance, as long as they cooperate with the research on immunity, I believe they will soon become the second country in the world to cure the epidemic.

By then, the Great River Nation will become a prominent presence.

Bai Ling, who was standing by at the moment, saw a smile on Eyuan Doryangma's face, and felt a little worried in her heart.

Could it be that this old guy can still discover the secret?

"Secret? Impossible."

Back in the house, Bai Ling asked Lao Hu who was bragging and spanking with Lao Zhu and others. It turned out that not only Lao Hu, but also Lao Zhu and the others were shaking their heads, looking like it was impossible.

"Chief Bai, let's put it this way, there is no ready-made way to treat the epidemic."

"What we follow is a disorganized method to determine which is the next outbreak node, and then we can poison and administer targeted drugs."

Seeing Bai Ling's worried look, Lao Hu explained from the side.

Lao Zhu also spoke to help, "This person needs different treatment methods at different times, not to mention Lao Hu has done something bad."

"I guess if I learned these things when I was young, not only would they not be useful, but they would be counterproductive."

The people in the room laughed instantly.

As for whether the consequences of doing so will lead to the death of more little lives, they don't care.

In their hearts, there is a difference between closeness and distance.

Some things can be made up for with time, but some things can never be forgotten.

What's more, it's still in this sneaky way.

Seeing this, Bai Ling felt relieved, turned around and went out, looking for Yu Zecheng and the others.

Forty-nine cities, suburbs.

"Xiao Yang, armored vehicles like yours are great."

Mosidov stepped out of the Kuiniu II armored vehicle and said to Yang Xiaotao who was communicating with Alfat at the side.

Just today, Yang Xiaotao took advantage of the opportunity to return to Sijiu City and went back to the machinery factory.

When I came back this time, in addition to seeing the situation in the factory, I also wanted to complete the agreement with Alfat.

He had promised Alfat when he was a guest at home last time. After so many days, it is estimated that Alphat's body has almost recovered.

So I called the other party to ask them out, and then they experimented in the suburbs.

In fact, it was just dragging him around for a while, and then teaching Alfat to make him feel addicted.

It’s weird if it’s not satisfying.

This eight-wheel drive is full of power. Whether it's going uphill or in a dirt pit, just step on the accelerator and go up.

After some operations, Alphat's eyes were already shining, and there were shadows of armored vehicles in his eyes.

"Yes. Sir, this was just developed by our machinery factory. This one is an improved version of the previous one."

"It has greater speed and firepower, as well as strong protection." Yang Xiaotao introduced the advantages of the Kuiniu II. Although the weapons on the vehicle were removed, Mosidov could see the vacant positions at a glance. .

While Alphat simply enjoys the speed and passion, Mosidov has more vision.

And this is also one of Yang Xiaotao's goals.

Persia, especially the future Persia, is not peaceful.

Whether it is at home or in the surrounding areas, even in the future, there will always be trouble.

Comparable to the powder keg of the Balkans.

Now there is an opportunity to make good friends. The other party is still at the top of Persia. Building a good relationship will have more advantages than disadvantages, both now and in the future.

Of course, Yang Xiaotao thinks this way, not because he cares much about national affairs or considers international strategies. He simply encounters this kind of thing, and if he doesn't participate, his experience will be in vain.

Moreover, in private, Yang Xiaotao had a relationship with Alfat and wanted to help.

If the original historical trend were to follow, people like Mosidov would definitely be buried in the desert after the changes in Persia.

Not to mention Alfat.

Yang Xiaotao doesn't care whether Persia is right or wrong. In his opinion, it doesn't matter who is the boss of the country.

But the premise is that Mosidov, who has a good relationship with him, is alive. Only in this way can this relationship have more value in the future.

Therefore, he also wanted to flap the butterfly wings, hoping to blow a storm over Persia.

At the very least, we must save the lives of these two people.

Mosidov realized something when he heard Yang Xiaotao say this.

He clearly understood the situation in the country. He had no intention of paying attention to it because Alfat fell ill.

Now, he naturally has to think about Alfat's future.

"Yang, thank you, you are a good person."

Mosidov was a smart man. He looked at Alfat running around in an armored vehicle and came to Yang Xiaotao and asked.

"this."

After receiving a good guy card inexplicably, Yang Xiaotao shrugged and said seriously, "Mr. Mosidov, I just want to make my friend better and make our friendship last longer."

Then he turned around and smiled under Mosidov's puzzled gaze, "You know, friendship can only continue if you are alive."

"And if you want to live, you need strength."

For a moment, Mosidov's face turned solemn, and then he nodded vigorously.

He almost lost his most precious son, and he never wanted to try again, feeling so close to despair.

Now is the time to make some arrangements.

"Yang!"

"Ok?"

"How much does this car cost?"

Yang Xiaotao suddenly laughed, "It depends on what you want."

"What else?"

"Of course, the one with a 76mm gun has one price, the one without it has another price, and the one with a modified 107 rocket launcher has another price."

Yang Xiaotao immediately started counting with his fingers, which made Mosidov shake his head.

"It would be a shame for you not to be a profiteer."

Yang Xiaotao smiled and said, "No, I think it's good to be a worker."

"Can your big guy install it?"

"What big guy?"

Mosidov suddenly made a mushroom gesture, and Yang Xiaotao was excited, "You have to find the right person for this matter."

In the evening, Mosidov and Alfat said goodbye to Yang Xiaotao and prepared to return to their residence.

They would return to Persia the day after tomorrow, and Yang Xiaotao could only send blessings while hoping in his heart that there would still be a chance to meet.

He drove the armored vehicle back to the machinery factory, and before he even reached the office, he heard strange noises coming from everywhere in the factory.

When I took a closer look, I saw several people standing together, as if they were singing.

Why does it seem like?

Because the lyrics are indeed a song, but if the singing sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling, is that also called a song?

There were many scenes like this, but they opened Yang Xiaotao's eyes.

Really, don’t you know what your voice is?
When I returned to the office, sure enough, there was no one in the room.

Yang Xiaotao is also used to it. It is estimated that Lou Xiaoe will spend most of his time in the Publicity Department.

It's probably off work now.

Yang Xiaotao went out and came to Yang Youning's office.

"Lao Yang, what's going on in this factory? No more work?"

Walking in and sitting on the chair, Yang Youning looked helpless when he heard this, "You came back today?"

"Well, come back and do some errands."

"No, what's going on in this factory?"

"What else can happen? I was just stimulated by the performance."

"Hiss, such a great enthusiasm?"

Yang Xiaotao was a little curious. In his previous life, whether in school or in a company, as long as he attended a party or something similar, most people would probably choose to sit in the audience and not want to go on stage.

It's just a game. If the loser wants to sing, a large number of people will probably quit.

It's better to ask someone you know well to buy you a drink.

Therefore, in Yang Xiaotao's view, even if the prizes are more generous, there won't be so many people rushing to grab them.

Could it be that the judges are all blind?

"That's right, I've been practicing during lunch."

Yang Youning spread his hands and said, "Now if you tell them there is no hope, they will be in a hurry with you."

"Don't worry, we'll pre-select tomorrow, otherwise we won't be able to work all day long."

After Yang Youning finished speaking, he looked at Yang Xiaotao and asked, "Come back and lie down when you have time tomorrow. Let's check it together."

"By the way, the ten-for-the-red army you made is pretty good. I think we can get a ranking."

After saying that, he still felt strange in his heart. He originally wanted to organize a leadership singing group, sing an Internationale or something, and keep the grand prize in the machine factory.

After all, it’s better for good things to stay in your own family’s pockets.

But after privately seeing the propaganda department and the logistics staff working out the idea of ​​sending ten soldiers to the Red Army, I gave up the idea completely.

With contrast, there are advantages and disadvantages.

He doesn't want to be compared, where will he put his face when the time comes?

However, it is really good to send ten to the Red Army.

(End of this chapter)