Chapter 832: Voluntary Blood Donation
Although Chen Chaogong had heard a little about what was happening outside, Baihua City was really too safe. There was not even a sneezer, so Chen Chaogong, who only wanted to make popcorn, did not pay attention to the flu at all.
Perhaps it was because Baihua City was sealed off and no idle people were allowed to enter or leave the city. Anyone passing by seeking medical treatment had to undergo strict inspection before being allowed to pass, so Chen Chaogong's subordinates could not enter or leave Baihua City freely.
This also led to Chen Chaogong's failure to update the news in a timely manner, so he did not know that no one in Baihua City, or even at the gate of Baihua City, had turned into zombies anymore.
Zhao Ru looked at him deeply, and had some thoughts in her mind. Chen Chaogong's words were unintentional, but the listeners took them seriously. Why did Chen Chaogong say "Doomsday Virus" when the people in Baihua City were unfamiliar with the term "Doomsday Virus" and everyone thought it was a common cold? This shows that Chen Chaogong has a plan in mind!!! Yes, that's right, it's him, it's him, it's him!
The men in white coats behind Zhao Ru immediately became inexplicably excited. They set up the portable tables in their hands and prepared all the blood collection equipment. Zhao Ru silently led Chen Chaogong to sit beside the table, tied his arm with a leather tube, took a sterile cotton swab to disinfect his arm skin, and then inserted a thin needle into Chen Chaogong's arm to draw blood.
After completing this process, Liang Ziyu and Fatty secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Chen Chaogong did not struggle at all. Did he really want to hide his ability? Or did Chen Chaogong actually not know whether his ability could suppress the Doomsday Virus?
"Is it all right now?" Chen Chaogong was suspicious when he saw Zhao Ru pull out the needle, but he looked at Zhao Ru calmly on the surface, "It's just a virus test, do you want to take such a big bag of my blood?"
That should be 200 milliliters of blood, enough for a voluntary blood donation! Zhao Ru didn't say anything, but Liang Ziyu, who was standing by, smiled and said, "Just treat it as a good deed and fill up the blood bank of Baihua City. Maybe one day, Mr. Chen's blood can save a life."
"Okay." Chen Chaogong pressed a cotton swab on his arm to draw blood. "I don't know what you guys are doing. If you have anything to say, you can just say it. Now I am the meat on the chopping board of Baihua City. How can I jump around? Don't you agree?"
"That's right, that's right."
Liang Ziyu nodded and bowed, and pointed to Chen Chaogong in the direction of the school, meaning that Chen Chaogong could leave now.
Of course, he would not tell Chen Chaogong explicitly that they now suspected that he had the ability to suppress the doomsday virus, so they took a large bag of his blood and took it back for research.
Chen Chaogong took another careful look at Liang Ziyu, but Liang Ziyu's face was covered by a mask, so there was very little information to be found from his face. But as perceptive as Chen Chaogong was, he knew that something must have happened since the fat man started to come around him every day.
Now that he was a prisoner, his abilities were limited, so he naturally couldn't find out that much. He could only understand, smile helplessly, put down his rolled-up sleeves, picked up his corn kernels again, and walked towards the school with the fat man.
Zhao Ru and the others were already asking people to clear away the blood collection equipment on the table. The fat man was dragging the two handles of the cart. When he passed by Liang Ziyu, he exchanged a knowing look with Liang Ziyu, and then they went about their own business.
(End of this chapter)