Lawrence released the corpse-turned-up team members and made them turn the lab upside down. He ran to the refrigerator room to steal the corpse.

His target was the corpse of the black-haired Zongzi. How did he know the randomly changed password and how did he verify it through the verification through the face scanning? The lab has not yet found out the reason.

George Zhang said that this corpse transformation was different from before. The team members after the corpse transformation did not bite everyone. They first chose to guard and attack. After all the guards fell down, they went to attack the researcher.

There is a question here, why hasn’t George Zhang transformed?

I interrupted his story and raised this question. George Zhang seemed to have no idea how to answer, and was silent for a few seconds.

He didn't say anything and I didn't urge him. He replied, "I don't know." I didn't ask.

But he immediately said that his condition was not very good, and that his condition was getting worse. The doctor said that he might not die and would gradually become a monster with monsters on his body and lose his mind and consciousness.

I guess what he meant was that he would become a zombie with mycelium. Although he was not aggressive with 'zombies', he was not a normal living person.

Waiting for the process of becoming a monster was particularly tormenting, so he thought of calling me, and the people from the joint operation team did not allow him to tell others about what happened in the biology laboratory, and he could not tell his friends and relatives.

As for the people involved in the monument operation, no one can communicate with him except me and Chen Qinghan.

Chen Qinghan went on a mission and turned off his phone, and I became his only person to talk to.

After talking about the horrible memories that tortured him, he asked me if I could help him. He was still thinking about the "talisman" we made up, hoping that Eastern metaphysics could save him.

Medicine may also save him, but he cannot save him immediately. His condition is developing, but the treatment method is still under discussion.

I promised to ask him. The hospitals in the unit that treats "corpse poison" are more experienced, but the strange bacteria are difficult to treat.

George Zhang was waiting for my reply with anticipation, and I also seized the time to help him ask, asking the beautiful doctor who the head of the sect arranged for her to give me the experience.

The beautiful doctor said that it was easy to say something when you saw the patient. I said that video calls were OK. If the patient was abroad, it might be a bit difficult to get it back.

The beautiful doctor insisted that she had to see the patient in person before she could give her advice.

I had no choice but to tell George Zhang that the doctor wanted to have a meeting, and he was a patient, but now he was under the management of the Joint Operations Group, and he could not be transferred just by just wanting to be transferred.

George Zhang applied to the joint operation team to transfer to the hospital in China for treatment. The leader of the joint operation team agreed, but there is a condition that if George Zhang is cured, we have to share the treatment with them.

They really regarded George Zhang as a guinea pig. George Zhang was desperate after hearing this condition, and he thought we would not agree.

If our doctor can cure him, the method must be extremely "unique" and there is absolutely no reason to share with others.

But the head of the sect agreed and he agreed to the conditions of the joint operation team. If George Zhang can recover, we will share the treatment for them.

However, it must be said that the ugly words are ahead, treatment is risky. If George Zhang dies during the treatment process, then we will not be responsible.

The joint operation team agreed after two hours of consideration. George Zhang had been alive for a few days. They just asked that the body remained theirs after George Zhang died.

The head of the sect had no objection, and the two sides reached a consensus that George Zhang was sent to China in a package, and he was still on a special plane.

George Zhang got off the plane and was taken directly to the unit hospital, where there was a well-equipped isolation room. I went to see him the day he arrived. His condition was really bad, and he looked like a sprouting potted plant.

He saw me as if he had seen a life-saving straw, hoping that I could stay outside the isolation room for a while. We explained that Chen Qinghan and I had no amulets on them, but he still hoped that I could get closer to him.

This was the last struggle of a person who was on the verge of despair. I asked for a chair and sat under the glass window of the isolation room.

He also sat next to the glass window, and we were separated by a window. The young man who was originally very sunny and handsome could not see the appearance of him now.

I don’t know if it’s his psychological effect, but he said it would feel better to get closer to me.

The beautiful doctor came to see him, and he didn't wear protective clothing or face mask, so he opened the door and walked into the isolation room.

I followed in. The beautiful doctor was not afraid of bringing out infected bacteria, so what else am I afraid of?

The beautiful doctor gave George Zhang a useless instrument. She brought a box containing various strange-shaped knives, small porcelain bottles of different colors, bones of unknown creatures, and unpacked pills.

As soon as she opened the box, the temperament of the doctor in the martial arts world was undoubtedly revealed. George Zhang grew up abroad and had never seen these things. He was nervous and expectant and curious, staring at the set of knives in the box.

The beautiful doctor looked at him, and he looked at the knife. After a while, he couldn't help asking: "Will you use these? On me."

He is naturally referring to the set of knives. They are about the same size as scalpels, but they are different in shape. They include wavy, flat shovel, hooks, thorns, and blood grooves. There are all kinds of things, a total of thirteen.

The beautiful doctor didn't look at the knife she brought and nodded coldly: "It depends on the situation."

It is not necessarily a chainsaw, an axe, or a mace that makes people feel frightened. George Zhang kept glancing at me, his eyes blinking faster, and he was obviously nervous.

He was already nervous, and the beautiful doctor picked up a knife again. George Zhang couldn't sit still and moved his butt and thighs slightly on the chair, as if he wanted to avoid the knife.

The beautiful doctor reached out and pressed his shoulder, pressed him with one hand, raised the knife with the other, and brushed it, peeling a piece of skin from his arm.

How good is her knife skills? You can tell from this piece of skin. It is a thin layer without meat.

She put George Zhang's skin into a small bowl, picked up the red porcelain bottle next to it, opened the lid and poured the red liquid into the bowl.

The strange bacteria in the ancient sites were parasitized on George Zhang's skin. After the red liquid was stained, the strange bacteria died. The beautiful doctor nodded and picked up the unpacked pill and handed it to George Zhang.

This pill is the same as the honey pill of Chinese patent medicine. It is a black ball. The beautiful doctor asked George Zhang to take the medicine.

George Zhang asked her how she could take such a big pill, and he had never taken such a big pill.

The beautiful doctor asked him to chew in his mouth, and George Zhang did as he said. After chewing for a few seconds, he suddenly retching. He was about to vomit. The beautiful doctor grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, covered his mouth, and used violent means to help him swallow the pills.

I looked next to me and showed the expression of an old man in the subway. Humans often say that doctors are angels in white, and beautiful doctors also look like angels, angels of revenge!

This is a cruel and ruthless man, peeling, pulling hair, feeding medicine violently, and proficient in everything.

George Zhang did not choke to death, but he was lucky. He couldn't stop crying. He reached out to the position where I stood, as if asking for help. I had no achievements in treating diseases and saving people. In front of the doctor, I could not interfere with others' treatment, so I had to ignore George Zhang's call for help.

George Zhang swallowed the pills and his eyes were squeezing... He kicked his legs!

"Doctor? Why did he die?" I looked at George Zhang's sudden hang down. This is the action. I have seen it in countless film and television works. This is the standard action of collecting lunch boxes.

"It's just that he wants to die." The beautiful doctor said lightly, turning his head and laughing at me.

This confident smile made me dare not speak for a while, for fear that I would not understand what she meant.

The beautiful doctor picked up George Zhang from the chair and threw it at the single bed. She completed the action with one hand, as if the 1.83-meter-old young man was a teddy bear.

George Zhang fell on the bed and did not move. The beautiful doctor took out a pack of fine needles from her medicine box.

I have only heard of Niu Mao Needle. I have never seen it before. The beautiful doctor looked serious and I dared not disturb him. So I stood beside me and quietly watched what she was going to do.

The beautiful doctor took off George Zhang's T-shirt, straightened him, let him lie on his back, and then dipped the bag of cow hair needles through the red liquid in the red porcelain bottle and pierced it into him.

Don’t ask how such a fine and soft needle penetrates George Zhang’s skin, it’s internal force to activate it.

I, a fake master who often uses the identity of a martial arts master, went out to cheat, but this time I saw it real.

In less than fifteen minutes, I guessed that the Niu Mao Needle had passed through the eight extraordinary meridians of George Zhang. The "treatment" performed by the beautiful doctor seemed to me similar to the exercise of the exercise in martial arts novels.

I couldn't understand at all. I just thought about it in my heart, but it seemed that it was not enough to just insert an acupuncture. The beautiful doctor gave him a small bottle of liquid.

After the beauty doctor finished the treatment, she melted another pill with water and took it to George Zhang.

George Zhang drank several unknown liquids in a while. Whenever a normal doctor saw this, he would think that we were lying to others and committing money.

The beautiful doctor left after the treatment. I followed her out. George Zhang in the room woke up after a few minutes. He suddenly took a big breath, like a person holding his breath and diving, suddenly came out of the water, breathing hard first.

Then he vomited, and he vomited so hard that his internal organs seemed to be vomiting out.

After vomiting, he felt cold again and hugged on the bed and wrapped the quilt tightly. The person's consciousness was not very clear. A nurse came in to clean up and gave him an infusion.

George Zhang's tossed for three days, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and he seemed to be dying. After repeated tossing, his physical strength was extremely weak.

I took some time every day to see him, but every time I went, he was sleeping, and his life seemed to be saved.

Apart from the ordinary nutrient solution, the doctor also gave him the tonic made by our pharmacy to hold his life.

The doctor said that George Zhang has a good foundation and is very strong in survival, so he should be able to survive.
Chapter completed!