Chapter 1549: Differentiation Between Close and Distant

"Take off his shirt."

In the operating room, Lao Hu said to the nurse, and the doctor who helped quickly unbuttoned Jiang Yuandao Liangma's hospital gown, revealing his skinny chest.

As the shirt was removed, Jiang Yuandao Liangma felt a chill on his body, and then opened his eyes to see what was happening around him.

"Mr. Jiang Yuandao Liangma, we are going to treat you, and you will recover soon."

The voice of the translator came from the side, and Jiang Yuandao Liangma looked sideways, 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."

Jiang Yuandao Liangma said pretending to be weak.

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

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

"Ah, silver needles, okay, okay. I will definitely cooperate."

Jiang Yuandao Liangma said, then glanced at Lao Hu beside him, and then he lay down honestly, not daring to move.

In fact, it is to feel the sensations of various parts of the body so as to remember the order.

"Okay, let's start."

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

These two people were also specially selected.

The silver needle in the hand of one of them was stained with virus No. 18.

The other one was a pure ordinary silver needle.

Lao Hu said, and then shouted loudly, "The first needle is mainly Danzhong."

The next second, Jiang Yuandao Liangma felt a needle in Danzhong.

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

"The following is Hegu"

After the voice fell, the silver needle was inserted and stirred twice, because he was afraid that he would not remember and find the direction.

Then it was pulled out, and another plaster was applied.

All of this was remembered firmly by Jiang Yuandao Liangma, and he was even afraid of forgetting it, and he was still recalling it over and over again in his mind.

He didn't know that during the acupuncture process, Lao Hu kept using two kinds of needles alternately. As long as he could cure the disease, Lao Hu didn't mind using two needles for a while, and he even added some difficulty.

Otherwise, how could the difficulty of their Chinese medicine be shown?

Then, as Lao Hu shouted, Jiang Yuandao Liangma needed to remember more and more acupuncture points, so that the final order was a little vague. Except for the first ten or so acupuncture points, he could almost forget the names of the latter ones.

Bai Ling, who was standing by, looked at Lao Hu, who was getting more and more worried, and the plasters all over his chest. These were all money.

Ahem

Just when Lao Hu was still unsatisfied, he heard Bai Ling's cough, and then he put away the silver needles in a sullen manner, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, now I'll go back and lie down for half a day. As long as the body temperature returns to normal, I can get antibiotics."

Lao Hu showed a trace of fatigue in his words, and he seemed very tired.

But in his heart, he was so happy.

If Bai Ling hadn't asked, he really wanted to give Xiao Ri acupuncture all over his body.

"Send the patient back."

Lao Hu said, Bai Ling nodded, and then asked the nurse outside to help, lift Jiang Yuandao Liangma onto the bed, and walked to the ward.

Jiang Yuandao Liangma, who was being pushed, was sweating on his forehead at this moment.

He suddenly found that he could still remember the first ten or so acupuncture points clearly, but the more he went to the back, the less he seemed to remember.

Even after repeating it several times, he couldn't remember it.

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

If I can't figure it out, what should I explain when I go back?

If I can't cure the patient, it will be fatal.

"No, there should be a pattern, let me think about it, let me think about it." Jiang Yuandao Liangma, lying on the bed, recalled the feeling of the acupuncture just now over and over again, and then thought about the structure of the human body, and a train of thought slowly emerged in his mind.

Then, some acupuncture points were also remembered.

"Haha"

"That must be the case, from the limbs to the heart, from the outside to the inside, yes, that's it, that's it."

Jiang Yuandao Liangma shouted in his heart, they have found an immune body that can effectively resist the virus, what they lack is the correct treatment method.

Now, with this programmatic guidance, they only need to cooperate with the research on the immune body, and I believe they will soon become the second country in the world to cure the epidemic.

By then, the Dahe people will become a remarkable existence.

At this moment, Bai Ling, who was standing aside, saw a smile on Jiang Yuandao Liangma's face and felt a little worried.

Could it be that this old guy can still find a secret?

"Secret? Impossible."

Back in the house, Bai Ling asked Lao Hu, who was bragging with Lao Zhu and others, but not only Lao Hu, but also Lao Zhu and others shook their heads, looking impossible.

"Section Chief Bai, let me put it this way. There is no ready-made method to treat the epidemic."

"We follow a disorganized method to determine which outbreak node will occur next, and then we can poison or administer drugs in a targeted manner."

Old Hu saw Bai Ling's worried look and explained.

Old Zhu also spoke up to help, "This person needs different treatments at different times, not to mention that Old Hu has done something bad."

"I guess it won't be useful for Xiao Rizi to learn these things, but it will have a counterproductive effect."

The people in the room laughed instantly.

As for whether the consequences of doing so will lead to more deaths of Xiao Rizi, they don't care.

In their hearts, there is a difference between close and distant.

Some things can be made up with time, but some things are engraved in the heart.

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

Seeing this, Bai Ling was relieved and turned to go out to find Yu Zecheng and the others.

Sijiu City, suburbs.

"Xiao Yang, your armored vehicles are great."

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

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

This time, in addition to seeing the situation in the factory, he also came back to fulfill the agreement with Alfat.

Last time he visited his home, he promised Alfat. Now that so many days have passed, Alfat's health is probably almost recovered.

So he called him to make an appointment, and then experimented in the suburbs.

In fact, he just took him for a run, and then taught Alfat to have a taste of it.

It would be strange if he didn't have a taste of it.

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

After some operation, Alfat's eyes are shining, and the shadow of the armored vehicle is in his eyes.

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

"It has stronger speed and firepower, and strong protection."

Yang Xiaotao introduced the advantages of Kuiniu II. Although the weapons on the car were removed, Moshidov could see the empty space at a glance.

Compared with Alfat who simply enjoyed speed and passion, Moshidov had a better vision.

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

Persia, especially the future Persia, is not peaceful.

Whether it is domestic, surrounding, or even in the future, it is the source of trouble.

It is comparable to the Balkan powder keg in the past.

Now there is an opportunity to make friends, and the other party is still in the upper echelons of Persia. It is more beneficial than harmful to establish a good relationship, both for the present and the future.

Of course, Yang Xiaotao would think so, not because he cares about national affairs or considers any international strategy. He just encounters such a thing. If he does not participate, this experience will be wasted.

Moreover, in private, Yang Xiaotao has a relationship with Alfat, and he also wants to help.

If the original historical trend is followed, after the changes in Persia, people like Mosidofu will definitely be buried in the desert.

Not to mention Alfat.

Yang Xiaotao does not 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 to ensure that Mosidofu, 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 his butterfly wings, hoping to create a storm over Persia.

At the very least, he had to save the lives of these two people.

When Moshidov heard Yang Xiaotao say this, he also realized something.

He had a clear understanding of the domestic situation, but he had no intention of paying attention to it because Alfat was ill before.

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

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

Moshidov was a smart man. Seeing Alfat driving an armored vehicle all over the ground, he came to Yang Xiaotao and asked.

"This."

Inexplicably receiving a good person card, Yang Xiaotao shrugged, and then said seriously, "Mr. Moshidov, I just want to make my friend better and make our friendship last longer."

Then he turned around and smiled in Moshidov's puzzled eyes, "You know, friendship can only continue if you are alive."

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

In an instant, Moshidov's face became solemn, and then he nodded vigorously.

He almost lost his most precious son. He never wanted to try that feeling of despair again.

Now it's time to make some arrangements.

"Yang!"

"Hmm?"

"How much is this car?"

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

"What else?"

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

Yang Xiaotao immediately counted on his fingers, and Mosidov shook his head.

"You, it's a pity not to be a profiteer."

Yang Xiaotao smiled, "Don't, I think being a worker is good."

"Can your big guy be installed?"

"What big guy?"

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

In the evening, Moshidov said goodbye to Yang Xiaotao with Arfat and prepared to return to his residence.

They will return to Persia the day after tomorrow. Yang Xiaotao can only send his blessings and hope in his heart that there will be a chance to meet again.

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

When he went forward to take a look, he found that several people were standing together, as if they were singing.

Why is it as if?

Because the lyrics are indeed a song, but the singing is howling, is it also called a song?

And there are many such scenes, which opened Yang Xiaotao's eyes.

Really, don't you know what voice you have?

Back to the office, sure enough, there was no one in the room.

Yang Xiaotao is also used to it. It is estimated that when he is not there, Lou Xiaoe has to spend most of her time in the Propaganda Department.

Now, it is estimated that she has finished get off work.

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

"Old Yang, what's the tone in this factory? No work?"

Walking in and sitting on the chair, Tony Yang looked helpless, "Are you back today?"

"Yeah, I came back to do something."

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

"What else can it be? They are all stimulated by the performance."

"Shh, so much enthusiasm?"

Yang Xiaotao was a little curious. In his previous life, whether in school or in the company, as long as they participated in some evening parties, most people would choose to sit in the audience and didn't want to go on stage.

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

It's better to ask the familiar people to buy drinks.

So, in Yang Xiaotao's opinion, even if the prizes are more generous, there won't be so many people rushing to compete.

Could it be that the judges are blind?

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

Yang Youning spread his hands, "Now if you tell them there's no hope, they'll be angry with you."

"Don't worry, there will be preliminary selection tomorrow, so you don't have no energy to work all day."

After Yang Youning finished speaking, he looked at Yang Xiaotao and asked, "Come back and lie down tomorrow when you're free, and we'll check it out together."

"By the way, the 10 Farewells to the Red Army you did is good, I think it can get a place."

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 machinery factory.

After all, it's better for good things to fall into the pockets of one's own family.

But after privately watching the 10 Farewells to the Red Army made by the Propaganda Department and the logistics staff, this idea was completely dispelled.

With comparison, there is good and bad.

He doesn't want to be compared, where will he put his face then.

However, the 10 Farewells to the Red Army is really good.