After all the black liquid was injected into Myung-hee's arm, the three people in hazmat suits retreated a few steps and waited.
One minute.
Myung-hee's body began to shake violently.
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Two minutes.
The veins in her body started to turn black.
Three minutes.
The shaking suddenly intensified while her heart monitor released endless beeping sounds as if this were a prelude that she was about to turn.
Four minutes.
Myung-hee's body abruptly stopped shaking, and the heart monitors almost flatlined, it was barely showing signs of her heart beating with considerable ti between each one.
Another minute went by, and the three people in hazmat suits started to glance around at each other in confusion. They then looked at the Marshal through the window not knowing what to do.
The Marshal, seeing this, glanced at his watch to check the ti before asking with a frown.
"What's going on?"
Madelyn, who was looking at Myung-hee, had her eyes flicker with doubt as well before explaining.
"The Av13 pill was initially created to cure various conditions, and we did this by introducing the Av13 pill to the viruses that cause these illnesses. It's because of this that it has now beco a virus that is able to recognize a disease or virus in a human's body and latch on to it.
But rather than curing said disease or virus, it instead absorbs it before spreading through the person's body and completely shuts down their organs, sending them into a coma no different from death. As for people without a disease or virus within them, a defection in their genes, the Av13 pill will spread to their brains and turn them into monsters that seek blood containing a disease or virus."
After saying all of this, Madelyn turned to the Marshal and asked.
"Did you test her for any illnesses?"
The Marshal's expression was grim as he answered.
"Of course we did, and her results ca back clean."
Myung-hee was supposed to beco a monster that thirsted for blood, not the other type of infected. With this, they would be able to know whether it was possible to make a cure that could return the zombies to normal or a cure that could rely prevent one from turning into a zombie.
If Myung-hee was the forr infected who had their organs destroyed beyond what dicine could fix, there was no point in using her as an experint.
But that doesn't seem to be the case either. She had no illnesses, but she had beco the first type of infected.
She was defying the knowledge they had gathered up until now.
The Marshal in his confusion was thinking of ordering another round of virus to be injected into Myung-hee, however, sothing happened.
As he and everyone were stirring in confusion about the situation, a commotion occurred among the three people in hazmat suits.
The Marshal and Myung-hee seeing this didn't know what had happened, however, they soon realized what it was.
The black veins that snaked up Myung-hee's arms and legs were slowly fading away. Her heartbeat monitor, which showed her heart barely beating, suddenly gained new life as her heartbeat almost returned to normal.
The Marshal, upon seeing this scene, suddenly walked to the glass window and slamd his fist against it while yelling.
"Take a sample of her blood and have it checked imdiately!"
The three people in hazmat suits were startled by this, but they quickly recovered and the one who first administered the virus to Myung-hee walked over and picked up a new syringe. He then injected it into Myung-hee's forearm and pulled it.
Imdiately another commotion occurred within the room, and even the person drawing the blood had their hands shaking slightly as he did.
The blood inside the syringe was black, but it looked extrely diluted, and even a bit of red could be seen within if the light from the ceiling was shown on the syringe at certain angles.
What did this an?
The Marshal and Madelyn watched the person who drew the blood carry the syringe to a small workstation in the corner of the room. They then waited with baited breaths as the person placed a drop of blood under the microscope and looked at it.
A few seconds later the man yanked his head from the microscope as if jolted by electricity before shakily yelling.
"Th-There are antibodies inside her blood that are fighting back the virus!"
Despite his voice being muffled by his mask, the Marshal and Madelyn clearly heard it, and it caused their faces to be filled with astonishnt. The other man's teammates in the room were also in an uproar at this spontaneous developnt.
The man who yelled suddenly rushed over to the window and said.
"Marshal, the volu of antibodies within her blood is too low so that's why her symptoms resemble a first-type infected. If she had more then she might have only been in a coma for a while as the antibodies fought off the virus. But it's also due to the low amount that we might not be able to make a cure from it."
The slight excitent that was on the Marshal's face was imdiately wiped away upon hearing those words. However, the man seeing this quickly added.
"But there's hope! The antibodies seem to have deteriorated due to her age, however, from my initial observation, it seems the antibodies is a result from a unique set of genes. So, in other words, it's possible for them to be passed on to her child if she has one! Marshal, who is this person? Does she have a child?"
The Marshal's eyes narrowed upon hearing that, while Madelyn's face stiffened.
The Marshal was very keen, so he noticed that Madelyn's reaction was strange. Rather than feeling elated that the cure might be within this woman's child, she looked worried and hesitant.
"Spit it out, what are you thinking about?"
Upon hearing the Marshal's stern voice, Madelyn hesitated for a mont then recounted a story from the distant past.
"Did you know that I built this company to initially study teors?"
The Marshal frowned at that not knowing how this was related to anything they'd just discussed, but he remained silent so Madelyn could continue speaking.
"I studied both Astrology and dicine in college, but to the discouragent of my parents, I went into the field of Astronomy instead of dicine. I initially thought at the ti I would never need dicine again, but that changed during one of my visits to Antarctica in search of teorites. I found a couple who were on vacation, and because we were both from Gangnam, we beca friends.
One thing led to another, and they joined our team of Astrophysics' in exploring the Antarctic. Then, perhaps due to sheer coincidence, or so bizarre unseen force, a teorite the size of a fingernail actually fell on top of the wife's helt. Luckily, she was wearing a well-made helt as the teorite was halfway from lting through it before she took it off.
However, shards of the teorite did break off upon impact with the helt and burnt through her coat. Only after rushing to the hospital did we confirm that everything was okay with her... and the eight-months baby she was carrying."
After saying all of that, Madelyn glanced up at the Marshal, whose face had turned gloomy.
"Don't tell that pregnant wife was this woman, and that teorite was the one you ntioned to us."
Madelyn silently nodded.
"I ran tests on her and the baby after I discovered a substance inside the teorite a few months later, and the results ca back fine. But after six years, Myung-hee suddenly called from out of nowhere and told that her son had schizophrenia. I felt that the teorite was sohow responsible for it, but I wasn't able to find any link that proved that possibility.
Still, I felt partially responsible, so I hired Myung-hee to my company as my assistant. I even decided to create a pill that could help treat schizophrenia for my first experint of that substance from the teorite because of her. But during that process, she beca sowhat of a partner who helped build this company into what it is today.
Even though she was just a housewife before, I think her guilt of possibly causing her son to be born with such an illness and her desire to help him, drove her to beco one of the best Pharmaceutical Chemists in the country. No, perhaps the world."
Madelyn glanced at Myung-hee through the window after saying this, a sad expression on her face.
The Marshal, who had been silently listening to Madelyn's story, looked at Myung-hee as well but suddenly snorted before turning to leave.
"Wait, what are you planning to do?"
Madelyn asked as the Marshal reached the door. Without turning around, the Marshal responded.
"Things have changed, that boy is now the single most important person in the world. A ragtag group is inadequate to ensure his safety. As soon as the White Tiger forces return, I'll deploy them to the school!"
The Marshal's voice lingered in the room as the door closed behind him.
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