Siheyuan: I eat melons while doing scientific research

Chapter 1162 A Corner Forgotten by the World
For the South Peninsula, the only remaining Fletcher-class destroyer No. 393 has become their only child and is being worshipped as a mascot. It is estimated that it will be impossible to send it out to perform any mission in a short time.

This was the last bit of their efforts to enlarge their naval vessels. In order to keep the ship, the South Peninsula even deployed it on its east coast.

The farther away from the Lord of the East, the better. Although we have always been at odds with the Japanese in the east, we all have the same father. As for the other two possible enemies in the east, the brothers in the northern peninsula are not capable of dealing with us, and the Russian bear further north has no interest in us.

Compared with being deployed on the west coast or the south coast, the east coast is undoubtedly safer.

They were even a little happy that Mr. Dong actually said that there was an island there. It seemed that they had gained some results by using two destroyers.

But compared to them, Citigroup's people are obviously not as optimistic.

"Orientals also call that place an island?" The commander of the Citibank Navy stationed in the southern peninsula looked constipated.

"Yes, their newspapers have begun reporting this as well."

"Is there a possibility that the Oriental newspaper made a proofreading error this time?" The commander's face became even more constipated.

"It's unlikely. Orientals are relatively rigorous, you know. And... I don't think so many of their newspapers would have proofreading errors at the same time." His men shrugged.

"And you tell me that those fools in the South Peninsula even think they have won?" Well, now his face is no longer constipated, but a pile of feces.

"Yes, Mr. General." His men obviously wanted to laugh, but did not dare to.

"What idiots!" For the Citi people, it makes no difference whether it is a reef or an island, but it will bring problems to the situation in the South Peninsula.

"That's the way it is, anyway, Herr General."

"Okay, let them be. We are not the ones who suffer losses anyway. I hope the aftermath of the domestic incident will dissipate soon. By the way, notify the Japanese about this matter." said the commander.

"Notify them? I don't think we need to notify them about this matter. They should care about it more than we do." His men were a little puzzled.

"No, no, no, this is our attitude, conveying that we want them to do something." That's why I'm the commander and you're just a staff officer.

For Citigroup people, the most they can do in this matter is to help the Koreans talk big and provide any help other than practical help.

However, they don't mind using their influence to get the Japanese to do something.

At home, some people at Citigroup have noticed an increasingly serious problem.

"Master, we cannot punish the Orientals in any way through official channels and within the framework of the international system. No, not just punishment, we even lack the necessary channels."

For the new commander who was originally the deputy commander and was promoted because of the brain-hole incident, he did not have much interest in this matter.

Although he seemed a little complacent because of the unexpected pie in the sky, he was very clear that given his situation, the top priority now was to consolidate the situation and at the same time show his charm and ability as much as possible to attract voters, so as to officially become a leader elected through normal channels in the next year's election.

And for these things, it was undoubtedly a mistake to choose to push the big guy from the East.

His energy should be focused on the domestic economy, the struggle with the white bear, and even the quagmire of Jiaozhi. As the Orientals are a huge, powerful country that is hostile to him, any action he takes regarding their affairs at this time may involve huge problems.

However, his staff's words made him decide to give the other party a little face.

"What suggestions do you have?" asked the new commander.

"Maybe... we should put the other party into the international system. Of course, this is a long process, but at least we can establish some channels through the private sector or the economy. You know, many people have some opinions about the fact that John and Gaul can gain benefits from each other while we can only watch." The staff's words were very tactful, but also true.

For the Citigroup guys, an enemy that they cannot target really makes them feel helpless and powerless.

The staff's words reminded the new commander of something. He looked strange, but soon calmed down: "Well, you have a point. My attitude is that we will not take the initiative to do anything, but we will not make things difficult for those who want to do something, as long as it is not too outrageous."

"Understood, Sir Commander."

When the American's notice reached the Japanese, just as his staff had expected, the Japanese had already noticed this subtle change.

"Sir, the report from the Citigroup people has arrived."

"There is nothing new, and it's even much less than we know." said the Japanese who were in the lead. After all, they are our neighboring country, and they have learned a lot from us. They can see more about our reports and reactions than the Americans.

"But sir, this should be the Americans hinting to us that we need to do something." "What to do? Whether it is an island or a reef over there, it is a headache for the South Peninsula. I even hope that they fight as hard as possible there, so that they can divert their attention from us." The Japanese in charge shook his head and rejected the suggestion.

"But will this offend Citigroup people?"

"Mitarai-kun, do you know why the method of 'hint' is beneficial to both parties?" When addressing his subordinates, this "Sir" felt a little uncomfortable.

This person's surname was too tricky. He remembered a sentence in Dong Da Ren's famous novel "Dream of Red Mansions" in which a master commented on his son's maid.

"Please enlighten me, Your Excellency."

“The party making the suggestion can assume no responsibility, while the party being suggested can pretend not to understand anything.”

"Thank you for your advice! Then the island next to us..."

"Protests and condemnations are enough. Mitarai-kun, it's less than 20 years since the war. Don't over-provoke them. Wait until they forget about it. Time can wash away everything. Or wait until they go out into the world and need our help and can't afford to lose face. Remember, they are gentlemen, and gentlemen can be deceived by tricks."

The thinking of this "Sir" can be said to fully reflect the character of the Japanese.

These two incidents happened simultaneously at the north and south ends of our eastern waters, and even two ships sank in the southern peninsula and many people died, but they were so strangely glossed over.

It is just like at this time in the South Asian subcontinent, the Republic of Assam finally reached the edge of the Sindhu Ocean and obtained a good port that originally belonged to East Pakistan but was ignored by the world. At this time, East Asia and South Asia were both forgotten corners and their presence in the world was not high.

The only traces left in the world, apart from the sunken ships and corpses on the seabed, are the new scientific research buildings on several islands in the southern end of the eastern sea area, and a small "island" in the north that appeared on the sea surface due to the magic of nature. On top of the island is a lighthouse that provides navigation signals for passing ships.
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Outside a ward in a hospital in Northeast China, a doctor was saying something to a family member.

"Comrade, your wife's condition is very serious, and we lack the means to treat her. You may need to be mentally prepared."

The patient's family looked unhappy: "Doctor, is there any other solution? I remember you said he had an inflammatory infection. Wouldn't penicillin be the best treatment?"

Those who can say "penicillin" probably have some knowledge and contact with it, which is penicillin.

"Unfortunately, the bacteria your lover is infected with is Pseudomonas maltophilia, a typical drug-resistant bacteria. Let alone penicillin, even the latest methicillin has no effect. Unless his own resistance and vitality are strong enough, otherwise..." The doctor's face was solemn.

Pseudomonas maltophilia, a pathogen named in 1961, was later changed to Oligotrophic Pseudomonas maltophilia, a pathogen that was quite troublesome in the 60s.

The patient's family could only repeat over and over again "Please do your best to save him" while watching the doctor return to his office with some despair, and then turned to look at their weak husband on the hospital bed.

The medicine was still dripping from the glass infusion bottle through the yellow rubber tube, but she knew that the medicine was useless.

The doctor returned to his office with a serious expression. Although he was used to seeing life and death, he was still not used to this situation.

At this time, another comrade came in with a document.

"Doctor Liu, this is the drug clinical trial plan sent by the Medical University in Beijing. Take a look at it. If there are suitable patients, you can give it a try." This is a comrade from the General Affairs Department, who is responsible for these daily clerical tasks.

"Got it. Thank you. Leave it there." Doctor Liu said tiredly while rubbing his temple.

After the comrades from the General Affairs Department left, he picked up the drug clinical trial plan, and after taking a few glances at it, he stood up.

The patient's family member in the ward was looking at his loved one with sadness in his eyes, when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps in the corridor.

Then she saw her husband's attending physician, Dr. Liu, waving at her with a little breath.

She was startled, stood up from her chair and walked quickly towards the doctor.

When she arrived outside the ward, before Dr. Liu could speak, she asked excitedly, "Doctor Liu, is there hope for my lover?"

Doctor Liu had calmed down by now, and shook his head before nodding: "Just maybe, there is a little hope."

He raised the document in his hand and could vaguely see the words [Ticarcillin/Rod Chain-63].

(End of this chapter)