The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 63: Needle Fright

Dr. Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, like a hungry dog ​​seeing the most delicious bone.

"Then I'll go prepare the tools now." Then Dr. Yan ran out again.

After a while, Dr. Yan rushed in.

"Do you want me to draw your blood while you sit down, or do you want to lie down?" Dr. Yan looked at Mu Xin with a little excitement. The needle in his hand flashed a cold light. Mu Xin glanced at it and was startled.

"Sit down."

Lying down while he draws my blood would really bring back bad memories from my past life, so I'd better not make things difficult for myself.

Dr. Yan nodded, then asked Mu Xin to sit on a chair next to the workbench and began to draw blood from him.

Mu Xin reluctantly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white and tender arms with small scars, and said, "Quick battle, quick decision."

Dr. Yan didn't say much, and then followed the procedure to start disinfecting the instruments. Finally, when the needle tip pierced Mu Xin's skin, Mu Xin just took a look and felt dizzy, then his head went dark and he knew nothing.

When Mu Xin woke up again, he returned to the single bed.

Dr. Yan, who was writing next to him, stopped writing when he saw Mu Xin wake up. "Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Mu Xin shook his head, "What's wrong with me?"

"Don't you know you're dizzy from needles? You passed out as soon as I put the needle in your mouth. Luckily you were sitting on a chair with a backrest, otherwise you would have fallen and got hurt!" Dr. Yan was a little furious. He almost thought something had happened to Mu Xin, and he was scared to death.

"Didn't you go to the hospital for a physical examination and blood test before? How come you don't even know that you are afraid of needles?"

Mu Xin really didn't know that he had a problem with needle phobia. Perhaps it was because he spent the last period of his previous life having his blood drawn and his skin and flesh cut off for experiments, which made him a little afraid of these scalpels and needles.

It's as if I subconsciously reject laboratories and keep my distance from scientific researchers. I have developed a sequelae to these things, so I develop a fear of needles.

"I don't know either." Mu Xin leaned against the head of the bed and said lightly.

"Are you feeling dizzy now?" Dr. Yan stood up and poured Mu Xin a glass of water.

"I feel much better now, thank you for the water." Mu Xin nodded, then drank the water and got out of bed.

"I wanna go."

"Okay, I'll take you out."

Mu Xin returned the cup to Dr. Yan and asked Dr. Yan to take him out.

The underground laboratory is actually very large. Apart from the room where Dr. Yan is, it is a large space with several small compartments inside. Mu Xin doesn’t know what they are used for.

The glass of the compartment is made of bulletproof glass with the highest density, and it seems to be used to lock up some creature.

When Mu Xin saw a tall and large compartment, he knew that this compartment must be for Press.

However, Mu Xin also met a familiar person here.

In the central compartment, there was a thin man.

He was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown that didn't seem to fit him well and made him look very thin. On his pale neck, there were green veins winding upwards like vines, which looked a bit weird.

"He..." Mu Xin stood outside the cubicle, looking at the man inside with some surprise.

"She's not dead yet, is she?"

"Ah."

This man, if he remembered correctly, was the one who came with Xiahou Yunjie. He was infected with the zombie virus and was in critical condition. Then he was taken away by Dr. Yan.

He thought that this man had either turned into a zombie and been shot in the head by a soldier from City B, or had been taken for experiments by Dr. Yan and died soon after.

But I never expected that this man was still alive.

“In fact, I also admire the fact that he can still live so strongly. He is obviously just hanging on to his last breath, but he can still live tenaciously. This man’s willpower is really strong.” Dr. Yan sighed, hugging his chest.

"Didn't he turn into a zombie?" Mu Xin was quite curious about this.

"According to my genetic tests three times a day, no. But the zombie virus is getting less and less every day. And I found a new set of genes in his body. I think it is this new set of genes that allows him to resist the zombie virus, and then he will gradually get better."

Mu Xin raised his eyebrows. Could this also be a person with special abilities?

"I haven't told you before that my superpowers appeared because I was infected with the zombie virus. I should have antibodies in my body by now." Mu Xin said.

Upon hearing this, Dr. Yan widened his eyes and looked at Mu Xin, who was nonchalant, "Are you serious?"

Dr. Yan's expression was one of extreme surprise, as if Columbus had discovered the New World.

"Why would I lie to you?" Mu Xin glanced at Dr. Yan, then reached out and patted Dr. Yan on the shoulder. "If you find something interesting in the future, remember to thank me for what I said today."

"That's natural." Dr. Yan nodded.

Mu Xin curled his lips, "Send me out and then study it carefully. First, wipe the saliva from your mouth."

"Hiss..." Dr. Yan sucked his saliva, then wiped the corner of his mouth awkwardly, "Uh, let's go, I'll take you out first."

The two of them chatted as they walked, and they talked about Press, whom Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui met in the corridor.

"I see that Press doesn't look like an ordinary big guy with excessive secretion of growth hormone. Is he the product of your research?"

Dr. Yan nodded. "Yes, Press is actually a zombie virus carrier captured by the soldiers for me. When I was doing virus research on him, the pathogen injected into his body mutated, and then he became like this. However, he does not have the characteristic of eating people like zombies, but he can eat more and resist attacks than humans. He is also much more clear-headed than zombies and very smart."

"Didn't Commander Yan ask you to mass-produce creatures like Pres? After all, Pres is so resistant to attacks that he can become a mobile flesh wall."

"The commander talked to me about this, but I refused. On the one hand, I haven't let Press fight real zombies yet. I don't know if the mutated zombie virus in Press can fight against the zombie virus in real zombies, or even suppress the opponent. I still need to do experiments to verify this. On the other hand, I am worried that after Press is mass-produced, a situation similar to the zombie outbreak will occur. At that time, humans will be attacked from both sides and it will be difficult for them to survive in the doomsday." Dr. Yan said seriously, with wisdom in his eyes.

Mu Xin looked at Dr. Yan's rigorous and serious attitude, and understood for the first time why Dr. Yan and Xiahou Mingjie were both very outstanding scientists, but the former could successfully develop the zombie virus serum in his previous life, but Xiahou Mingjie could not.