The pain caused by the virus in the body can finally be reduced.
Duan Xiaolin pursed his lips and forcibly stopped her bleeding without saying a word.
An hour later, the doctor I had met recently, Zhan Da, treated Pei Xiqing's wounds, drew a syringe of her blood, and placed it in an incubator. He then stood up and said, "Your Honor, I need to take this lady's blood back for research. It may take some time before the results are available. Please be patient for the next few days and avoid exposing her to any emotional fluctuations or exposure to highly mutated zombies."
As he spoke, he looked at the dog in the corner and said, "I just gave it a rough checkup. The zombie virus it carries is relatively mild. As long as you take proper protective measures after contact, it won't itch like before."
"Her body is very strange. I need to consult my master. Otherwise, I can't figure it out on my own. This is too special."
"Fortunately, Miss Pei's condition isn't too critical. Although the injection of the medicine didn't cause any pain, it did stop the bleeding. If it had been any later, the bleeding would have dried up and she might have been in a coma at any time."
Pei Xiqing heard it intermittently.
If the previous reason was that my whole body itched after contact with Xiaobai and the zombie virus lingered, then what was the reason this time... Can emotional fluctuations really be used as a reference?
Her mind was in a mess and she didn't even know when the doctor left.
When she came to her senses, she and Duan Xiaolin were the only two people left in the office. Yan Jin pointed out that there was one zombie for each of them, and a zombie dog.
Pei Xiqing asked, "Um...Brother Duan, did the doctor tell me what will happen to Xiaobai?"
She remembered that the doctor said he wanted to use Xiaobai as a test subject.
The man sat on the chair, sorting the documents on it without saying a word.
She stood up, covering the wound on her arm, and took the initiative to approach the desk. Before she took two steps, Duan Xiaolin said, "Sit down."
The building is still brightly lit, and from here you can see many areas where people are still working.
The base doesn't seem to have any working hours system. There are people on duty in almost every time period 24 hours a day.
She asked, "What are you doing? Didn't you say we were going home together? Are you not done yet?"
“Almost.”
"Okay, then I'll wait for you."
Pei Xiqing sat back down, but kept looking at the man from time to time.
Duan Xiaolin's expression remained normal, showing no emotion at all.
When she finally took Xiaobai's hand and prepared to go home following the man, she saw that he still didn't speak and just followed her. Then she realized that he seemed angry.
Duan Xiaolin didn't say a word to her along the way.
His expression was cold.
His features were filled with the words "keep away from strangers", which scared the people around him so much that no one dared to approach him.
We are almost home.
There were several middle-aged ladies gathered in front of her chatting and gossiping, and she quickly walked through them.
When she saw the door of her house was not far ahead, she deliberately slowed down her pace, waited for the man to come up, and then held his hand while he was not paying attention.
Duan Xiaolin lowered his head: "Hmm?"
"Don't be angry," she said. "I don't know how to respond. Anyway, when I heard those people say those things, I couldn't control myself. I must learn to control myself in the future."
She guessed that Duan Xiaolin was probably angry because she cut her hand and refused to stop the bleeding when they were in the office.
But she really had no choice at the time.
Only the sense of pain can stop the pain and itching in the body.
She told him everything she had seen in the office just now, including Xia Jingyu's visit.
As expected, the man didn't react much, as if everything was expected.
Pei Xiqing squeezed his palm and said, "They might be planning something. You'd better be careful."
As she spoke, she took the initiative to tug at his sleeve, her tone carrying a hint of pity, "But I think I might not be able to control myself... If, one day, I really can't control myself and turn into a monster, what will you do?"
Duan Xiaolin suddenly held her hand tightly, pushed open the door and pulled her in.
He lowered his voice: "What do you think?"
"You'll probably think of me occasionally." She winked. "That's enough."
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