You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies! Chapter 210 209: The Use of Garbage

"No, not !"

"They're framing , slandering , I'll sue them for defamation!"

The man looked at Zhao Sen with an expression of terror, trembling uncontrollably every ti his gaze fell upon the knife in Zhao Sen's hand, his fear reinforced his belief that these doctors truly were up to no good.

What kind of good doctor is a murderer?

Knives are ant to save lives!

It was at this mont that a ruthless voice suddenly erupted from the crowd, "Goddamn cowards! It's just one guy, what's there to be afraid of!"

No sooner had the words fallen than a short, stocky man with a fierce face charged out.

Brandishing a broken chair leg, his body as broad and strong as a door, he surged with formidable montum towards Zhao Sen in front of the office door, but at the very instant their bodies could have touched, he suddenly slumped to the ground.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

The two n lay nestled together as if they were lovers in passionate embrace.

Yet, the man's face was filled with disbelief, shaking, he lowered his gaze to his chest, where a surgical knife over ten centiters long had been precisely thrust into his heart, piercing it completely.

Zhao Sen's expression was calm, his eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance.

It eventually turned into indifference.

"The human body is very fragile."

"Especially in the eyes of a skilled doctor."

The man could no longer hear what was being said, as life rapidly drained from his body along with the blood inside him, and with a gentle push from the other person, he fell flat on his back to the ground.

Behind him stood several equally vicious-looking companions who were now completely shocked.

Clang, a fruit knife fell to the ground.

Then ca the series of dull thumps as knees hit the floor, thud, thud, and soon the entire corridor was filled with survivors, kneeling like livestock.

The two doctors who had luckily survived also quickly took the opportunity to gather around Zhao Sen.

Several nurses who had been cruelly molested and humiliated were also rescued.

The murderer was spontaneously tied to a bed by the crowd.

Zhao Sen stood calmly, his mind recalling the naked nurse's corpse as he watched the man bound hand and foot before him.

Humans can sotis be so vile as to be nauseating.

There was a segnt in "Journey to the West" where Sun Wukong, disguised as Tang Seng, to tease a monster and a king who wanted to eat human hearts, spat out one bloody heart after another.

If it had been when he was a child, he would have been curious to know if these people's hearts were truly black.

But now, after studying dicine for so many years and dissecting over a hundred bodies, he had never seen a black heart or liver, the beating heart inside the chest of both good and bad people is always as red as blood.

Is that fair?

Do these people deserve to have this heart?

Suddenly, he had the urge to dig out the heart and liver of the man before him while he was still alive, and to throw them all outside for those diseased madn to eat clean.

But that wasn't enough, it was too easy for them.

Trash shouldn't be wasted like this.

"I rember soone was infected, right?"

Zhao Sen suddenly asked.

The young nurse standing behind him imdiately nodded and said, "Yes, he's been locked up in the storage room all this ti."

When the two arrived at the storage room near the staircase, the person inside had already turned into a zombie, incessantly pounding on the door at the sound from outside.

The conditions for the first experint had been prepared.

The ti to begin had co.

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As Zhao Sen's fingers steadily applied pressure, the black blood in the syringe was rapidly injected into the man's body, pushed by the plunger.

The doctors and nurses surrounding him each bore an expression of horror.

The greatest taboo in dicine is human experintation, especially such experints that clearly pose a severe threat to the life of the participant.

But who would dare to speak out and stop it now?

No one.

The almost cruel behavior earlier not only intimidated the mutinous survivors but completely reshaped several dical staff's perception of this young colleague who had recently joined them.

They even feared Zhao Sen more than the ordinary people did.

Sotis their words would even carry a hint of flattery.

The man on the bed struggled desperately, and his expression of panic and unease eventually made a few of his hospital colleagues break their silence, persuading him:

"Doctor Zhao, maybe we should just stop?"

"Soone will die."

Only one person in the clinic room remained silent.

The young nurse.

She had seen her own sisters being ravaged to death by these thugs; if Zhao Sen hadn't intimidated them in ti, she might have ended up with the sa fate.

That's why when Zhao Sen killed those people, she felt only satisfaction in her heart.

She even felt that such punishnt was far from enough.

Those n deserved to die.

At this mont, hearing several doctors speak for the man who caused the trouble on the bed, the young nurse didn't hesitate to stand by Zhao Sen's side: "Dead? People like them are just wasting resources by being alive, they might as well die and contribute to dical research!"

The two doctors were rendered speechless.

At the sa ti, Zhao Sen had already injected all of the syringe containing the dark blood into the man's body, and the area around the wound visibly began to swell and redden.

Subsequently, the skin on top rapidly turned black and died, and the veins wriggled like worms.

"Uuuu..."

The man's wide eyes seed to bear an extrely intense pain, as veins bulged on his forehead.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

At the sa ti, a low moan ca from his throat.

It was as if he was choked by a thick phlegm that couldn't co out.

But the doctors could see very clearly that it wasn't any phlegm stuck in his throat; instead, blood was rolling up from his stomach, filling his mouth until the rag stuffed inside was completely soaked in red.

At the sa ti, the various indices on the nearby instrunt panel started to go wild until they suddenly turned into a long, unending beep.

Everyone's heartbeat stopped for a mont with the sound of this alert.

They all knew what it ant.

The heartbeat had stopped.

But the man in front of them was still alive.

They finally understood why those cannibalistic lunatics' eyes were red—because the eyeballs had long been saturated with the blood that filled their sockets.

Low, beast-like growls were swelling in the man's throat.

The heaving chest seed as though it was still breathing.

That's when Zhao Sen made another move.

He thodically put on gloves and a protective mask, then signaled the nurse to hand him a tray, which had long been filled with various surgical tools and forceps.

As the doctors watched in shock, Zhao Sen quickly made an incision in the man's chest.

A pair of hands wrapped in plastic film inserted directly into it.

The sound of sticky fluids being stirred resonated.

He was searching for sothing.

And while Zhao Sen's hand was inside the man's chest, the man who should have been unconscious from the severe pain didn't react at all; he just kept lifting his head, attempting to take a bite from the arm of the man who was so close within reach.