The laboratory's research on vaccines against zombies has achieved some success.
At the same time, they also developed an injection that could degrade the zombie virus, which worked just right for Yu Huan.
However, due to insufficient experimental data, the dosage of the injection needs to be discussed. When giving it to Yu Huan, we will have to increase or decrease the dosage little by little to observe her reaction.
If it is too little, it may not be effective; if it is too much, it will lead to excessive load in a short period of time, weakening of vital energy, and loss of appetite.
After one and a half injections, Yu Huan felt nothing. After two injections, she almost fainted. She felt groggy all day, unable to tell east from west, and couldn't get out of bed.
Sheng Lang stayed in the room all day, telling her stories, singing songs, and occasionally checking her forehead to see if she had a fever.
She must have been feeling very uncomfortable, as she lazily curled up in bed, unwilling to move, with a dazed look in her eyes, and hadn't eaten anything all day.
Normally, the little zombies who are the greediest can’t eat anymore. This is a really big problem.
Sheng Lang asked her over and over again if she wanted to eat.
Finally, the little zombie thought for a while and said he wanted to eat candied lotus seeds.
"Where can we find lotus seeds at this time of year?" Mother Jiang said worriedly.
"I'll go look for her. Auntie, please go check Huanhuan's temperature later to see if it's high. I'll be back soon." Sheng Lang said calmly.
If you need lotus seeds before the end of the world, you can just go and buy them.
But now is the end of the world, and most people still have problems getting enough to eat. In places where goods are sold, the best-selling items are expired bread and instant noodles. The total number of goods is no more than two hands. Finding lotus seeds is probably harder than climbing to the sky.
Sheng Lang went out at dusk, and his strong and upright figure disappeared in the twilight.
No one knew how far he had walked, or how many doors he had knocked on.
In short, Yu Huan fell into a nap, and when he opened his eyes, Sheng Lang brought him a bowl of warm rock sugar lotus seeds. In addition to the main ingredients, there were also white fungus and red dates stewed with milk.
Just smelling it makes people feel that it tastes very good.
He helped Yu Huan sit up, scooped a spoonful, blew on it to make it hot, and fed it to Yu Huan's mouth.
Perhaps it was a psychological effect or the drug's effect wearing off, but after finishing a bowl of rock sugar lotus seeds, Yu Huan regained some energy. Smiling, she pounced on Sheng Lang and said, "You're so kind."
Sheng Lang held the bowl, concentrating on feeling the force transmitted to his body. He slowly said "hmm" and said, "It's only for your own good."
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It seems that the prison has not handled the matter properly, and some rumors pointing to him have been leaked in recent days.
Lu Mingzhang didn't take it to heart.
"Brother Lu, this is what you want." Su Bai's hand placed a small medicine bottle on the table.
Lu Mingzhang responded, and the man went down tactfully.
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Now that he was well again and able to get out of bed and jump around, Yu Huan took Sheng Lang to the laboratory early in the morning.
She felt like she hadn't seen anyone for several days.
But we went there too early today, and there was no one in the laboratory. Only the light was on in Professor Wen's small independent room.
These past few days, as the research was at a critical stage, Professor Wen was the first to arrive and the last to leave. They had gotten used to it.
There was someone in the lab, so Sheng Lang went to register and collect materials without worry, and told Yu Huan to find whatever he wanted to eat in the snack cabinet.
Yu Huan remembered that mung bean cakes would occasionally appear in the shop. They were made by the professor's wife for them. They were sweet, soft and fragrant, and one could never get tired of eating them.
She opened the cabinet door and looked inside. Suddenly, she heard the sound of something falling to the ground in the small room where Professor Wen was staying. It was a very harsh sound.
She was startled and ran over to see: "Professor? Professor, what's wrong with you?"
The chair inside fell over, and Professor Wen was lying on the ground, with beads of sweat the size of beans constantly dripping from his forehead.
He saw Yu Huan, whose hands were shaking and moving anxiously.
"What do you want?" Yu Huan's mind was blank and he was at a loss. He wanted to help Professor Wen up, but he didn't have the strength.
"Medicine, medicine..." Professor Wen reached into his pocket with great effort.
Yu Huanru felt like she had found a life-saving straw. She quickly took out the medicine bottle and fed him two pills. She then picked up the water cup on the table and let Professor Wen drink two sips of water.
Professor Wen, still catching his breath, looked disheartenedly at the desk filled with various materials and clutched Yu Huan's arm tightly. "The data, the research data, has been destroyed..."
Yu Huan supported the professor and stood up with great effort. On the table, various data books collected by the laboratory day and night were torn into pieces.
Already, it's no use.
The damaged data book, the professor's rapid breathing, the medicine bottle rolling at his feet... Yu Huan suddenly felt a sense of disconnection.
In confusion and fear, she seemed to see a dark shadow standing quietly behind them and peeping at them.
The data book was a thick one, and the knife in the laboratory could only cut through a few pages. Judging from the force of the damage, it was done by a strong and powerful person who used knives frequently.
Who could it be?
For some reason, Yu Huan felt a little cold. She clutched the professor's clothes tightly, trying to get a little warmth from them, but at this moment, the man walked in.
The light was bright, and he was frank, with a polite expression of concern on his face: "Professor Wen, what's wrong? Do you need help?"
"No." Yu Huanxin was so angry that she stared at Lu Mingzhang, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I was just passing by." He explained casually, which seemed more like a perfunctory response. "Do you really not need any help?"
He asked a second time, as if he genuinely cared.
But he looked down at the person lying on the ground from a high position, his eyes so cold that Yu Huan could not see any sympathy.
Someone who frequently uses knives, has great strength, and studies data on zombie vaccines...
And she didn't hear any sound of the door opening.
He has been here for a long time.
Yu Huan looked up at the man in a daze. His eyes were cold, his blood was cold, he was like a cold tombstone, without any warmth.
The world seemed to be turned upside down, and everything was so bizarre that it made people dizzy.
He took a step forward, his posture dissipated, and when he saw Yu Huan immediately on alert, he raised his hands to indicate that he would do nothing.
"You really don't need help? Then I'll pour you a cup of hot water."
"No! Don't come over here, go away." Yu Huan put the professor down and stood in front of Lu Mingzhang.
She didn't know why she was inexplicably panicked, nor did she know why she made such a sharp sound, so sharp that Lu Mingzhang lowered his eyes and looked at her meaningfully.
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