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Text Chapter 725 Self-Injection

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    "It's cold! It's cold!" Chen Zhichao muttered as he walked inside, without giving Nan Zheng any constructive advice at all.

    Nan Zheng looked at all this speechlessly, and truly felt the truth that those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black.

    Chen Zhichao didn¡¯t feel embarrassed at all and dragged Zhao Chunlai back to the laboratory with Yang Zongbao.

    "You are cheating!" After Zhao Chunlai was dragged into the laboratory, he found that everyone inside was awake. It seemed that the scene of falling asleep earlier was premeditated.

    "No, you made it too obvious!" Yang Jing squatted in front of Zhao Chunlai and looked at him: "Where have the people in this base gone?"

    "I told you that I was infected, and then I disappeared!" Zhao Chunlai is still a stubborn person. Even if he is exposed, he still grits his teeth and persists in his self-righteous lies.

    "Really?" Yang Jing didn't believe what Zhao Chunlai said at all: "We didn't see many people from the base outside, and we occasionally saw a few people who were infected with the virus. In other words, if people in the base are infected, this  There are definitely a lot of corpses along the way, but the truth is that we didn¡¯t see them! Zhao Chunlai, tell me why?¡±

    "Do you still need to ask? He lied!" Chen Zhichao added.

    "Where are the other people?" Yang Jing suddenly asked: "If they are not outside, they must not have left the base. What about the people? Why are you the only one left?"

    "I don't know!" Zhao Chunlai was heartbroken and simply refused to admit it.

    "What should the principal do?" Chen Zhichao asked Yang Zongbao.

    "Are you interested in him?" Yang Zongbao was looking at the three test tubes in his hand.

    After Chen Zhichao heard the question, he looked at Zhao Chunlai carefully. Seeing that the other person's cheeks were thin and there was no flesh on his forehead, it was really hard to believe what the other person's muscles looked like under his clothes.  Frowning, Chen Zhichao said awkwardly: "I really can't keep my mouth shut, my appearance is too bad!"

    "You perverts!" Zhao Chunlai's face turned pale.

    "It's just a joke. You should be nervous. In four days, this place will be razed by missiles! Please come up with a solution quickly!" Yang Ming couldn't help but urge, he couldn't bear to see these people dying when they were about to die.  So laid back.

    "Yeah, what should we do?" Yang Zongbao scratched his hair: "One is a virus and the other is an anti-virus, so what are these?" Yang Zongbao shook the three test tubes in his hand, very distressed.

    "Huh!" Zhao Chunlai turned his head away.

    "Yang Jing, what do you think?" Yang Zongbao asked Yang Jing for her opinion.

    "Zhao Chunlai is a researcher at the base outside. The things he wants to bring out are definitely not ordinary things!" Yang Jing stared at the test tube in Yang Zongbao's hand and said slowly.

    "I think so too! But we have limited time, and we have no clue in our research. What should we do?" Yang Zongbao was also a little crazy.  Facing the countdown to death, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

    "Yes! What should we do?" Chen Zhichao echoed: "How about I force a confession?" Chen Zhichao remembered the suffering he suffered at the hands of Monk Hua, so his eyes when he looked at Zhao Chunlai became pitiful.

    "It's up to you whether you want to be beaten or killed!" Zhao Chunlai became tough.

    Everyone is waiting for Yang Zongbao¡¯s decision.

    Yang Zongbao¡¯s fingers kept tapping on the table.

    It's not slow.  The sound of fingers tapping on the table made people feel that there was magic. Although it did not convey any meaning, it unexpectedly attracted everyone's attention.

    Suddenly, Yang Zongbao moved, used a syringe to extract some viruses from the petri dish, and then injected them all into Zhao Chunlai's arm before he could react.

    "What are you doing?" Zhao Chunlai's scream contained a vibrato, as if he was caught in some huge emotion of terror.

    ¡°Let¡¯s see your reaction!¡± Yang Zongbao said, holding up the empty needle.

    "Give me the antidote quickly, the antidote!" Zhao Chunlai suddenly stepped forward fiercely, grabbed Yang Zongbao's knees and shook them violently: "Give me the antidote quickly!"

    "What is the antidote?" Yang Zongbao didn't know either.

    "That's right" Zhao Chunlai suddenly paused.

    "What is it?" Yang Zongbao asked.

    "It's hopeless, it's really hopeless!" Zhao Chunlai's reaction before and after was so different that people couldn't figure out what happened to him.

    "Then let's try this?" While Zhao Chunlai was in a daze, Yang Zongbao quickly took a tube of blue anti-virus.

    "No don't!" Zhao Chunlai hurriedly stepped back with his hands and feet, as if Yang Zongbao was holding something terrible in his hand.?

    "You don't want this?" Yang Zongbao pretended to be puzzled: "This is a completely inverted structure from the virus. Maybe it can neutralize the virus in your body?"

    ¡°No, don¡¯t want that!¡±

    Zhao Chunlai¡¯s attitude aroused Yang Zongbao¡¯s suspicion.

    "What about this?" Yang Zongbao took out a silver potion from his arms.

    "Noit's not that"

    Although Zhao Chunlai refused, his eager look could not deceive anyone.

    "Is this the antidote?" Yang Zongbao shook the silver liquid.

    "No!" Zhao Chunlai sighed: "No!"

    "What is that?" Yang Zongbao had a strong thirst for knowledge.

    "That's" Zhao Chunlai didn't want to tell the truth.

    "I don't want to say it!" Yang Zongbao said, holding up the syringe filled with blue liquid: "Then let's try it?"

    "ah¡­¡­"

    Zhao Chunlai only had time to let out a mournful cry.

    The blue liquid has been completely injected into Zhao Chunlai's body.

    "Youyou" Zhao Chunlai curled up on the ground and struggled, seemingly in great pain.

    Yang Zongbao watched from the side.

    Soon Zhao Chunlai stopped moving, and black mucus began to emerge from his seven orifices.

    ¡°It¡¯s almost gone!¡± Chen Zhichao said after checking.

    "Well! Take his blood and test it!" Yang Zongbao ordered.

    "Got it!" Chen Zhichao did as he was told.

    Yang Zongbao himself stared at the silver liquid in a daze: Zhao Chunlai just stared at the silver liquid with great desire, but why didn't he ask himself to inject him?

    "There should be people at the base!" Yang Jing thought for a while and said.

    "Then let's go look for it separately!" Yang Zongbao is only concerned with the silver liquid now.

    "Then let's go look for it!" Yang Ming led the team, followed by Yang Jing and Chen Zhichao to look for spaces where people might be hiding.

    ¡­¡­

    "Brother Yang, what should we do now?" The countdown on Jiang Song's computer screen reminded him of his last moments.

    "Actually, I don't know either! I have no clue, this time!" Yang Zongbao was really at his wits end. He repeatedly looked at the three colors of liquids and couldn't make up his mind: "Why did Zhao Chunlai take these three silver ones out?  ?¡±

    "I don't know!" Jiang Song shook his head in confusion.

    "How much time is left?" Yang Zongbao asked.

    "78 hours!" Jiang Song replied.

    "Time is running out!"

    "Yes, time is running out!" Jiang Song agreed.

    "Not much more!" Yang Zongbao's eyes stared at the three colors of liquid in a daze.

    Jiang Song didn't say much. He knew that what Yang Zongbao needed at this time was silence.

    ¡°This time I have really reached a dead end!¡± Yang Zongbao finally spoke after a long silence.

    "Brother" Jiang Song didn't know how to answer.

    "never mind!"

    "elder brother¡­¡­"

    As Jiang Song screamed, Yang Zongbao had already injected the black liquid into his body.

    Jiang Song was unable to save him in time, so he only snatched the empty syringe from Yang Zongbao's hand.

    "Brother, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" Jiang Song shook Yang Zongbao's body, wanting to shake out all the liquid.

    "Okay, the harder you shake, the faster the virus will spread!" Yang Zongbao frightened Jiang Song, who quickly let him go.

    "Brother, what are you doing?"

    Yang Zongbao felt that the blood in his body was boiling, then became thick and flowed with difficulty in his blood vessels.

    "What should we do now?" Jiang Song panicked.

    "This" Yang Zongbao miscalculated the ability of the virus to spread and thought he had time to inject the silver liquid into his body.  But now he felt that his fingers were numb and it was impossible to draw the silver liquid with a needle.

    "Brother, what do you want to do?" Jiang Song burst into tears. In his eyes, Yang Zongbao was already terminally ill.

    "I¡­¡­"

    "Brotherwhat do you want to say?"

    "Shut up!" Yang Zongbao was interrupted several times by Jiang Song and could only swear unbearably.

    "Uh!" Jiang Song was frightened.

    As soon as Yang Zongbao said something loudly, he felt that the blood in his body flowed slower, almost to the point of coagulation.  Now my fingers and even the tip of my tongue are starting to feel numb: "Silversilver"?¡­¡±

    "Silver?" Jiang Song repeated, but didn't understand what it meant.

    "Go away!" Yang Jing suddenly rushed back and pushed Jiang Song aside: "He was talking about injections!"

    Before Yang Zongbao fell into coma, his only thought was that Yang Jing was back in time.

    Seeing Yang Zongbao unconscious, Jiang Song felt as if the sky had fallen and he had lost his most powerful support.

    "Don't worry, you're not dead yet!" Yang Jing took out a tube of blood from Yang Zongbao's blood vessel.  At this time, Yang Zongbao's blood was drawn out and rested for a few minutes, and after a few minutes, it was divided into two layers: the upper part was a clear yellow transparent liquid, and the lower part was an obviously dark red liquid.

    "How's it going?" Jiang Song asked anxiously.

    "I don't know! But if the blood becomes like this, it will lose the ability to supply oxygen!" Yang Jing put her hand under Yang Zongbao's nostrils: "I'm not breathing!" After speaking, Yang Jing lay on Yang Zongbao's chest again,  He found that his heartbeat had stopped: "There is no heartbeat."

    Yang Jing turned over and sat on Yang Zongbao, intertwined her hands with each other, pressed on his heart, and began to rescue

    Jiang Song could only sit on the side and wait anxiously. In his opinion, without breathing and heartbeat, he was equal to death.

    "Is it useful?" Jiang Song asked.

    "If Yang Zongbao doesn't wake up within four minutes, he will die forever!" Although she was anxious, the movements of Yang Jing's hands still maintained a certain rhythm, and she was not affected by her anxiety.
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