Chapter 370 Guide to Raising Zombies (33)
Z opened a pair of gray eyes, showing no reaction.
Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows slightly.
I can't tell that the little retard is actually the villain doctor who started the zombie era.
Boyi looked very excited, probably too excited. He almost forgot that Z had now turned into a mentally retarded dog with an IQ of 5, and his mind was filled with eating and Jiang Tang.
"Doctor, is it really you...how could it be possible? How could you become like this and end up living here?"
Boyi looked at Jiang Tang, the doubts in his eyes obvious.
"I found him in a car, locked in a cage, and by that time he had turned into a zombie."
"How is it possible! Dr. Z is the greatest medical scientist in the world, and the country will spare no effort to protect him. How could he be turned into a zombie and locked in a cage!"
Boyi didn't want to believe it, Jiang Tang shrugged.
"You have to wait until you turn him back into a human before you ask him."
At this time, Z was already impatient. The effect of a kiss had been exhausted. Jiang Tang felt his irritability and quickly reached out to hold his hand.
Bo Yi seemed to have been hit hard, his whole body was like a dehydrated bean sprout, completely wilted, and most of the luster in his eyes was gone.
"If even Dr. Z turns into a zombie, how can I possibly develop an antidote..."
"Bo Yi, whether it can be successfully developed is a matter of the future. Whether it can be started is a matter of now. Anyway, the worst situation is now. What do you have to worry about? No one is putting pressure on you. Just take care of yourself. Think about it.”
After saying that, Jiang Tang took out his hand, and then took out a small blanket from his bag. Z silently sat down and leaned against the wall, stretching out his long legs so that Jiang Tang could lie down and rest on his head.
The movements of one person and one corpse are naturally familiar, and it is obvious that they have done it many times.
Li Yue pulled Boyi's sleeve and asked softly. "That doctor you are talking about, is he a zombie?"
The two looked at the other side. Jiang Tang fell asleep instantly. Z lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to stroke Jiang Tang's hair stiffly and gently.
The two of them turned their heads in unison.
"Yes and no, we will know when we enter the laboratory."
The next day, it was just dawn, and the sunlight outside looked blindingly white, but inside the institute, the intensity seemed to have been adjusted, and the light was soft and the temperature was low.
Jiang Tang took out the kettle to wash up, brushed Z's teeth and washed his face. When Bo saw Dr. Z, who used to be unattainable, he was now sitting on the ground obediently and docilely, with his mouth open and a mouthful of foam waiting to be rinsed off. The look of his mouth and expression once collapsed.
On that afternoon five years ago, on the red podium with bright lights, Dr. Z was wearing a white suit, with long hair on the back of his head. He was mature and restrained, with deep blue eyes and a serious face, looking down at scholars from all over the world.
He said: "There are no incurable diseases but those we do not know."
【"There are only diseases that we don't know about, but there are no incurable diseases."]
Young, rigorous, serious, self-disciplined and diligent.
It was Dr. Z who left the deepest impression on him.
The son of world medicine in the past has now become like this, leaving Bo Yi feeling heartbroken.
Jiang Tang had noticed Boyi's expression early on. From admiration to yearning to grief, all his thoughts were written on his face.
Seeing a very smart idol turn into a mentally retarded person should be heartbreaking, Jiang Tang understood.
But understanding is understanding. Is this young man doing research a little too emotional? Aren’t they said that those who study medicine are rationalists? Why are they so sad and red-rimmed at every turn?
(End of chapter)