Two hours later, Wu Mian and the nurses hung pictures on the wall of the corridor.

    Time nodes one after another, like diaries one after another, keep clear records of patients from admission to discharge.

    Even if Wu mianlang''s heart was as iron as iron and saw the clear picture records, he also sighed.

    "Nurse Xiao Sun, this is you. You seem to be asleep at night!" a patient pointed to a picture in which a nurse in protective clothing sat on a chair and guarded the patients in his area. Her sitting posture is not standard, and her fatigue and burnout can be clearly seen on the drawing paper.

    "Well, I could have insisted at night, but I was very sleepy when I heard you snoring. One day I dozed off and almost didn''t fall," said a nurse.

    Wu Mian smiles.

    Mutual understanding and support is the best and most harmonious doctor-patient relationship he has ever seen.

    Doctors no longer look at patients like medical trouble, and patients don''t need to look at doctors who want to empty their wallets.

    We have one goal - to cure the new pneumonia.

    Moreover, patients do not have to spend their own money.

    In an instant, countless words poured into Wu Mian''s heart.

    Wu Mian, such as Chen Li Tongxin, is usually difficult to understand and can only lead the style of the ancients in the history books. The last time was to resist US aggression and aid Korea. Decades have passed, but I didn''t expect to become a role in this painting one day.

    Although it doesn''t matter, it is also a brick and a screw, trying to do what you can do.

    Wu Mian smiled at the sketch in the gallery and thought that he should make up a few moments.

    Patients and medical staff were particularly interested in Gou Xiaoming''s paintings. They kept talking around and guessing what day it was and what they were doing at that time.

    In one picture, everyone who saw it kept silent and no one spoke. But there were more and more people watching in front of the sketch.

    In the picture, a national flag, a thin ordinary man standing in front of the national flag, his right hand clenched on the side of his head.

    He seemed to be saying something to the national flag, like a volunteer and Party member to maintain order, and like Gou Xiaoming himself.

    Wu Mian stared at the scene, like everyone else, silent.

    This is a group image, a group image expressed by a person''s posture.

    The sketch is simple and simple, but it returns to nature. It only uses a simple picture to outline the aspirations of everyone entering the shelter hospital.

    At that time, people were flustered, but after entering the shelter hospital and seeing the national flag, most people calmed down and gave almost unlimited trust.

    Wu Mian thought of his dialogue with the headmaster. Before the battle, he said to each other to cherish each other and came to the shelter hospital with the heart of death.

    At that time, the same was true of the medical staff who rushed to help from all over the country.

    Presumably, when they come, the patients who are in a nervous mood will also raise a strange mood in their heart at the moment of seeing the national flag.

    This is a release of the confidence accumulated in fighting natural disasters with manpower from the founding of the people''s Republic of China to the war to resist US aggression and aid Korea, and then to rescue and disaster relief, earthquake resistance and so on.

    No hypnotist can do this.

    This is a power, a power beyond time and space.

    Fortunately, he won this time without shame. Wu Mian breathed a long breath and his mask was full of water vapor.

    At that time, I was ready to take off my protective clothing and become an ordinary patient to maintain order and avoid stampede. I didn''t expect a national flag to silently do something I can''t imagine.

    Wu Mian walked slowly to the plain face. He stood far away. Most people stopped here.

    A few minutes later, the noise gradually stopped, and only the sound of chatting in the shelter hospital came.

    The first patient felt something and recalled his mood when he just came to the shelter hospital. He subconsciously imitated the figure in the picture, raised his right hand, clenched his fist and put it on the side of his head.

    This action seems to have infinite appeal. One person after another raises their hands and clenches their fists.

    The torrential flood fell from the sky with the wild destruction of the world. A huge city with a population of tens of millions and a medical system with dozens of large class III hospitals had no resistance and was almost on the verge of collapse.

    But this time, no matter how dangerous the situation was.

    By what?

    Wu Mian clearly said that the unity of the Chinese people should be divided into time and place.

    Whether in Europe, America or Southeast Asia, the absolute number of overseas Chinese is very high, and the economic proportion is also large, but without unity, they can only become lambs.

    It''s different in China,

    Seemingly impossible tasks are completed by countless doctors and nurses, countless patients, countless volunteers and countless people who insist on working in the factory.

    These scattered people are threaded by a thread,

    This line has no appearance. If it has to be said, it will finally fall on this national flag.

    Wu Mian''s eyes were wet. He put down his hand and turned away.

    I''m not afraid of crying in front of people. I can already see someone wiping their eyes with the back of their hands in the crowd.

    Wu Mian is afraid of crying over his goggles and can''t work. Now the overall situation has been set, and countless meticulous work is needed to completely kill the genesis level virus.

    As for the future, Wu Mian is unwilling to think more at this moment.

    Silently returning to the general inpatient table, Wu Mian squinted at the shelter hospital.

    There are many empty beds. No one lives in the beds. The sheets and covers are changed, rolled up and stacked at the head of the bed. As long as they need to be pulled down, they are clean beds.

    Now almost half of the beds in the square cabin of Tianhe living room are placed like this.

    How long has it been since the gongs and drums attracted people''s attention and wanted to put their families in hospital?

    It seems that Wu Mian can''t remember clearly.

    That was the past. No matter how difficult and dangerous it was, it came over.

    Wu Mian raised his mouth and smiled at the patients in the shelter.

    Some people walk around, chat with each other and talk about all kinds of family things.

    Someone was lying in bed, reading with a book in his arms.

    Someone is brushing the play with a mobile phone.

    Someone

    People no longer regard this place as a refuge, and their mood is more and more relaxed. It''s like home. By chance, we have lived a collective life regardless of gender and age.

    I hope this picture will never appear again. It''s better to forget the river and sea than to help each other.

    But as long as it is necessary, it will certainly stand in front of the national flag like the thin back, unite together and do things that the world is stunned by.

    ……

    In his book the plague, Camus, a French writer, wrote: "the fate of the individual is no longer there, only a collective history."

    Wu Mian thought of this and smiled more brightly.

    They don''t know how to do it, but years of comfort and the dividends of several industrial revolutions seem to have made them forget that all gifts of fate are secretly marked with prices.

    rub one''s eyes and wait.