Chapter 465: 465: Jiang Zhi, Young Master Zhi, join forces to rescue Zhou Xufang
The Carnivis Mountains were located at high altitude, perpetually covered in snow.
Below the mountains lay a desolate expanse; across the plains stood a lone six-story laboratory building.
Inside the top-floor lab, various dical instrunts were arrayed, with an extended experint table at the center, on which a man lay. He was male, with closed eyes, and his age was undetermined.
He was hooked up to all sorts of tubes, with electrode pads attached to his chest, hands, and forehead, their leads connected to an ECG monitor and an electroshock machine.
Standing on each side of the experint table were a man and a woman, one asuring, the other recording.
“Blood pressure.”
“Systolic 90, diastolic 60.”
“Body temperature.”
“32.”
“Pulse.”
“70.”
“Breathing.”
“34.”
At this mont, an alarm sounded from a nearby machine.
“Beep!”
“Beep!”
“Beep!”
One beep after another, short and rapid.
Suddenly, the ECG and brainwave monitors began to fluctuate violently.
“Dr. Xiao,” Daria was a PhD in cellular biology, she put down her record sheet, “The patient might be waking up.”
Just then, the man on the experint table suddenly opened his eyes.
“He’s awake, the patient’s awake!”
The man shouting excitedly next to the equipnt was Xiao Yi’s junior, Bruce, who specialized in genetic dicine.
Directly opposite the experint table was a cara, with Xiao Yi wearing a mask, half of his face in the fra, his gaze intense and impatient.
Daria asked the patient about his status.
“Patient, how do you feel right now?”
“Can you hear speak?”
“If you can hear , please blink your eyes.”
“Patient.”
“Patient!”
The man on the experint table blinked.
Strictly speaking, the man was not a patient but an experinter on the brink of death, with a number sewn onto his chest, number 049.
“It worked.” Xiao Yi’s eyes were bloodshot, “I did it.”
He was alive.
011’s blood had revived a dying man.
Xiao Yi was ecstatic, veins on his neck bulging.
Suddenly, the man on the experint table’s pupils dilated, and he sat up abruptly, opened his mouth wide to take a breath, then lay back down.
Bruce glanced at the ECG monitor: “Dr. Xiao, the patient is showing abnormalities.”
The man’s muscles spasd, his body convulsing.
“Body temperature has dropped to 26 degrees.”
“Blood oxygen saturation is falling.”
“Brainwave frequency at 30, beta waves appearing.”
Bruce spoke rapidly, and Daria couldn’t keep up with the record-taking.
“Move aside.”
Xiao Yi pushed the two aside, grabbed a syringe, and injected dicine from the vial into the patient’s vein. Just as the electroshock machine was starting—
“Dr. Xiao, the pulse has vanished.” Possibly accustod to such developnts, Bruce’s expression was numb. He glanced at the ti, “Ti of death is—”
“Why should he die?” Xiao Yi shook his head, his pupils red, “No, impossible!”
How could the experint fail?
No, he couldn’t fail.
He grabbed the defibrillator paddles, turned the current to maximum, and placed them on the man’s chest. The strong current imdiately threw him back. He applied conductive paste and shocked again.
His eyes were red, his forehead veins standing out, but the ECG was still.
“Dr. Xiao,” Daria regretfully spoke, “The patient’s heart has stopped beating, the experint has failed.”
Dr. Xiao and his team had conducted countless experints using genetic superpowers for dical treatnt, having previously used blood samples from Xiao Yusheng. But this ti was different; the experint sample had been changed to Zhou Xufang, who was a mutant of the genetic superpower.
But why had it still failed?
Xiao Yi muttered to himself: “Why did it fail?”
Daria and Bruce, both doctors, looked at each other, neither having an answer.
“Dispose of the body.”
Having said that, Xiao Yi walked out of the cara’s view, moved to the side, and lifted a curtain. Behind it was another experint table, where Zhou Xufang lay bound and unconscious.
Xiao Yi stared at her, talking to himself: “Where did it go wrong?”
Why didn’t it work? Her blood clearly had extraordinary regeneration and self-healing powers. Why had there been no success following Xiao Yusheng? Which step was incorrect? Was it the trigger conditions? Or the transfusion volu?
At that mont, a man in isolation clothing entered.
“Doctor.”
“Speak.”
The man reported: “Young Master Zhi has returned to Pullman, together with Jiang Zhi.”
They had actually joined forces.
Xiao Yi removed his plastic gloves and made a phone call: “Want to collaborate?”
The voice of a woman on the other end of the phone: “Why should I cooperate with a traitor like you?”
“Because we have a common enemy.”
Jiang Zhi had been in Pullman for three hours already. His n, Su Qinghou’s n, all had deployed. Pullman wasn’t that large; it wouldn’t take long even if they had to dig three feet into the ground for a thorough search. But Jiang Zhi was running out of patience; the longer he waited, the more panicked and afraid he beca. He knew perfectly well Xiao Yi wouldn’t harm Zhou Xufang, yet he couldn’t calm down.
“Young Master Zhi,” Kun had returned from outside, “found the address.”
“Where is it?”
“Carnivis.”
Carnivis wasn’t far from Pullman’s Chinese Street.
Jiang Zhi, sitting opposite Su Qinghou, asked, “Is Xiao Yi’s wife there?” His face was pale, the corner of his lips bitten and crimson.
Kun shook his head: “His wife is in a sanatorium on Tongqing Island.”
Jiang Zhi couldn’t wait any longer and got ready to leave: “I am heading to Carnivis; you go to Tongqing Island.”
Su Qinghou stretched out his long legs to block Jiang Zhi’s path, repeating the sa line, “I am going to Carnivis; you head to Tongqing Island.”
If Zhou Xufang’s life and death were not at stake, Jiang Zhi might actually have blown this bastard’s head off. He took a deep breath, trying his hardest to keep calm, his fingers nearly digging into his palm, “Zhou Xufang is my fiancée.”
Su Qinghou stood up, walking out, “Is that how you ask for favors?”
Even now, he wanted to fight.
Jiang Zhi was on the verge of madness, at the end of his tether, “Su Qinghou!”
“Call Young Master Zhi.”
The two were stubbornly unyielding, yet they both quickened their steps in silent agreent.
The car was outside, ready for imdiate action. Brother Xiong suggested, “Why don’t you two play rock-paper-scissors?”
Jiang Zhi got in the car right away; even though Pullman was already in autumn, he was still sweating, “No need.”
Su Qinghou got into another car, “Do I look like a three-year-old?”
Brother Xiong blurted out, “Rock, paper, scissors—”
The next second, Jiang Zhi’s hand ca out of the car window, showing rock, and Su Qinghou displayed scissors.
Brother Xiong: “…”
They were in such urgent circumstances, yet why did he feel like laughing?
“Our Second Young Master goes to Carnivis, and Young Master Zhi, you head to Tongqing Island,” said Brother Xiong before hastily getting into Jiang Zhi’s car.
After urging the driver, Jiang Zhi said to Su Qinghou, “Contact imdiately if there are any developnts.”
Su Qinghou rolled up the car window, reluctant, “Mhm.”
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