Chen Xiaoru and Zhou Yuxuan returned to their residence. As soon as they entered the door, Zhou Yuxuan hugged her tightly from behind, his chin gently resting on her shoulder, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Wife, let's get married when everything is settled!"
Chen Xiaoru felt the warmth of his embrace, and her heart was sweet, but she deliberately put on a stern face, turned around, put her hands on her hips, and looked arrogant and spoiled: "You wish, you want me to marry you without any preparation?"
Zhou Yuxuan was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had indeed been a little impatient. It was indeed inappropriate to propose marriage so abruptly without even preparing a decent engagement ring. He scratched his head, smiled a little embarrassedly, and said quickly, "Wife, you can only be mine! I will definitely prepare well and give you another perfect proposal. Just wait for me."
Chen Xiaoru looked at his silly look and couldn't help but burst out laughing, but she still raised her eyebrows deliberately, with a hint of playfulness in her tone: "That depends on your performance!"
Zhou Yuxuan looked at the rich expressions on her face, and his heart felt as sweet as if it were filled with honey. He couldn't help but sigh: How can my wife be so cute!
He couldn't bear it any longer, so he lowered his head, gently rested his forehead against hers, stared into her eyes lovingly, and then gently kissed her soft lips.
Chen Xiaoru was caught off guard by his sudden kiss, but soon became addicted to it. They kissed passionately in the living room, everything around them disappearing, leaving only the sound of each other's heartbeats, entwined and lingering in the air...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The commander watched the two men leave, then turned and walked quickly to the research room. He handed the spiritual spring water to the researcher who had been waiting there and ordered in a deep voice, "Leave a small amount for research, dilute the rest, and give priority to treating the seriously injured!"
The researcher took the spiritual spring water and carefully poured it into the delicate instrument, his movements gentle and swift. He looked up, his eyes gleaming with excitement behind his lenses, his voice trembling slightly. "Yes, Commander! This spiritual spring water... is incredible! I've never seen such a pure, life-filled liquid!"
The commander's face showed a rare hint of relief. He patted the researcher on the shoulder and said firmly, "This is hope, the hope of all of us. Seize the time, not a single moment can be wasted!"
The researcher nodded heavily, his eyes full of motivation.
"Also," the commander paused, his expression becoming serious, "this bottle of spiritual spring water should be used by the soldiers first. We cannot abandon them. They became like this for the country."
"Yes, Commander, I understand!" The researcher's voice choked. "People are important, and so are soldiers. They are all heroes, and we will do our best to treat them!"
The commander looked at the researcher, his eyes full of praise and trust. He asked, "How many people do you think this spiritual spring water can save?"
The researcher pondered for a moment and replied, "It's hard to say at this point, but I'm confident that as long as we work hard on our research, we'll be able to save more people!"
"Okay, I believe in you!" The commander patted him on the shoulder. "I'll leave this important task to you. You will definitely be able to complete it."
Inside the lab, the lights were glaring, and the indicators on the various instruments flickered, emitting a subtle hum. A researcher stared intently at the sample beneath the microscope, his brow furrowed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He had been working for over ten hours straight, his eyes dry and his head a bit groggy, but his spirits were incredibly high.
"How is it? Any progress?" The commander walked in at some point and asked softly, with a hint of barely perceptible anxiety in his tone.
The researcher took off his glasses, rubbed his swollen temples, and said in a hoarse voice: "The composition of this spiritual spring water is very complex. I have only analyzed a small part of it so far. It...it seems to stimulate cell activity and repair damaged tissue..."
"Can the zombie virus be suppressed?" The commander interrupted him and asked the most critical question directly.
"Yes," the researcher answered affirmatively, "It's like... like a natural enemy. The zombie virus is destroyed when it encounters the spiritual spring water."
"Excellent!" The commander clenched his fists excitedly. "That's good, that's good. We'll intensify our research efforts, no matter the cost!" He paused, then added, "Also, let's give the diluted spiritual spring water to those... children first."
The "children" he mentioned were the soldiers who had unfortunately been infected. Many of them were still very young, and before they even had the chance to fully experience the beauty of the world, they had become half-human, half-ghost, isolated in a dark corner.
The researcher's eyes welled up. He knew that those quarantined soldiers were true heroes. To investigate the source of the virus and protect more people, they had risked their own lives, volunteered, and gone deep into the most dangerous places. Unfortunately, they had been infected and ended up like this.
"Don't worry, Commander, I'll do my best!" The researcher's voice choked. He nodded vigorously and assured, "They're all great. We can't give up on them! Never!"
The commander nodded and said nothing more. He just silently patted the researcher on the shoulder, his eyes full of trust and encouragement, then turned and left the laboratory.
In the isolation area, in a special ward, the young soldier was tightly tied to the bed, growling in pain, his eyes cloudy and violent.
Several medical staff wearing heavy protective suits approached cautiously. One of them held a glass of diluted spiritual spring water.
"Hold him down!" the leading doctor ordered in a low voice with a serious tone.
The medical staff worked together to control the young soldier. The doctor, with trembling hands, slowly fed the spiritual spring water in the cup into his mouth.
As the spiritual spring water entered his body, the young soldier's body began to tremble violently, and his roars became more shrill, as if he was enduring great pain.
The medical staff held their breath and nervously watched his reaction, and everyone felt like a huge rock was pressing on their heart.
As time passed, the young soldier's struggles gradually weakened, and his roars gradually faded. Miraculously, a hint of clarity returned to his cloudy eyes, and then he completely fainted.
"It works! It really works!" a nurse shouted excitedly, with a hint of trembling in her voice.
The doctor also breathed a sigh of relief, and a relieved smile appeared on his tense face.
"Continue to observe and record the data," he ordered in a deep voice, a hint of caution in his tone. "This is just the first step. We still have a long way to go."
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