Chapter 1432: Transoceanic Invitation

After a few days.

United States.

San Francisco.

afternoon tea time.

Eddie Lewis sat at the table in the lounge, enjoying the coffee in his hand comfortably, and there was a plate of blueberry waffles on the table in front of him.

The mist that had lingered for a long time finally dissipated, and the afternoon sun shone in from the window behind him, just covering his body, making his newly shaved bald head black and shiny.

It is said that Mark Twain once said: The coldest winter I have ever encountered was the summer in San Francisco.

The cold current of California blows from the Pacific Ocean, and the hot wind of summer blows from the interior, blocked by the north and south mountains. The two air currents, one cold and one hot, can only meet at the bay of San Francisco, often filled with fog.

The summer weather in the San Francisco area is very complicated. While the Silicon Valley in the South Bay area enjoys the sun, the residents of San Francisco may have to wear thin down jackets.

The food of the Matthew Davis Cancer Research Foundation is very good. Although it is not as good as the full banquet of Internet giants in Silicon Valley in the South Bay area, it is delicious, and afternoon tea is also provided.

Eddie's eyes fell on the wall on one side of the lounge. It was a photo wall with photos of Foundation members hanging on the wall. His eyes fell on a photo of himself, grinning for the camera in a tracksuit emblazoned with the Foundation. This is a photo taken by his colleagues when he participated in the annual Bay to Breakers San Francisco Marathon in May this year. This event is also an important charity event that the Foundation participates in every year.

It seems that he has gained weight compared to last year... He looked at his photo, and at the sweet waffle in his hand, hesitating for a moment, but still bit down hard.

The news was broadcast on the TV in the lounge. Normally, he used the sound of the TV as the background sound, but today's news guest was someone he had met several times before, so he caught his attention.

"Today we have invited Dr. James Murphy from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention to explain to us the recent worrying chronic wasting disease." The news host said, "Hello, Dr. Murphy."

"Hi there."

A middle-aged fat man with a Mediterranean hairstyle and glasses sat in the guest seat, nodding cautiously to the host and the camera.

"Dr. Murphy,

Recently, mule deer infected with chronic wasting disease have been found in some parts of the central United States. Because of their strange symptoms, especially the aggressiveness that will appear in the late stage of the disease, they are called zombie deer. People are worried that this disease will be caused by deer. Infect people. What can you tell us about chronic wasting disease? "The host led the topic.

"Uh..." Dr. Murphy pushed his glasses, "First of all, there is currently no evidence that chronic wasting disease can be transmitted to humans..."

"However, it is said that Canadian researchers have done experiments with monkeys, and the monkeys, which are the same primates as humans, have been infected." Personal popularity, of course I don't want the show to be too dull, so I interrupted it.

"Yes, I've heard of this experiment. To put it simply, the experiment was to feed five monkeys infected venison. Three years later, three of the monkeys were found to be infected with chronic wasting disease." Dr. Murphy nodded, " But I need to emphasize that the fact that monkeys are infected does not necessarily mean that humans will be infected..."

"But the possibility of human infection exists?" The host insisted on this point, "Should we warn people not to hunt deer and eat venison recently?"

Dr. Murphy was always interrupted. He seemed annoyed and raised his voice, "I can't rule out the possibility of human infection, but that experiment was based on the premise that a large amount of venison was fed to monkeys every day. Under normal circumstances, people are It's impossible to eat that much venison, so I don't think it's dangerous to eat a small amount of venison sold in legitimate channels, but try to avoid wild venison as much as possible, especially the brain and spinal cord of deer - I have never heard of it Who would like to eat the brains and spinal cord of a deer."

"Is it okay to only eat venison?" the host asked.

Dr. Murphy was very dissatisfied with the host's out of context, "I didn't say that!"

"You said that eating venison poses no danger," the host pointed out.

"Listen to me, that's not what I said!" Dr. Murphy was so angry that he almost beat the table.

"Ha ha!"

Eddie Lewis put a piece of waffle into his mouth, chewed it easily, and took another sip of coffee to relieve the sweet and greasy feeling.

He has a good memory. He met Dr. Murphy at previous events held by the Foundation, and had a chat with Dr. Murphy. He knew that this person was not good at words and was straightforward, but today he happened to meet a sharp-tongued... No, It's really unlucky to be a sharp-tongued and mean-spirited host.

He was eating waffles with coffee, staring at Dr. Murphy's embarrassment on TV with a wry smile, treating the show as a talk show, and not interested in the news itself—as Dr. Murphy said, who would like to eat deer What about the brain and spinal cord? He hadn't even eaten venison.

Living in the United States, he has long been accustomed to the sensationalism of news programs.

A few years ago, he was invited by a friend to go on vacation. The friend hiked into the forest with him to hunt, and met a beautiful doe. He raised his gun and aimed at the deer's heart.

However, the deer suddenly turned his head and met his gaze.

He saw the watery eyes of the doe, as if begging for his life.

Also, he noticed that it had a big belly, maybe pregnant, but not sure.

After hesitating for a long time, he still failed to pull the trigger, and he and his friends could only go to bed hungry that night.

This was the closest he got to venison before he broke up with that friend, and he never went into the woods to hunt deer again.

On TV, Dr. Murphy's verbal battle with the host is still going on, but Eddie's afternoon tea time is over. He has packed up the coffee cups and plates, and plans to call for condolences when he gets home from get off work in the evening This friend I haven't seen in a long time.

Back in the office, there was still a stack of unsent invitations on the desk.

In order to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the foundation, the foundation plans to invite some guests to the scene. The invitees have either made significant contributions to the foundation, or are highly respected in the society, or have left a moving impression in the history of the foundation. According to the story, they have witnessed the growth and progress of the Foundation.

Eddie checked the invitations one last time, planning to mail them off before get off work.

The farthest invitation will be sent halfway across the Pacific Ocean.