You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies! Chapter 214 213: I Don't Want Rice or Wheat Flour

Zhang Ye was already stunned.

He had never imagined things would turn out this way.

To be honest, the fact that the other party relied on so dical thod to avoid being attacked by zombies seed even more incredulous to him than if they had had so kind of "golden finger."

But when he thought about that person's identity, it sohow made sense.

Isn't that what doctors are for?

It's just that the world had beco too chaotic, so chaotic that many people's original professions had lost their value, but being a doctor was one of the few professions that not only retained its value but beca even more important.

Looking at it now, he realized he had underestimated the potential of this profession, at least in the case of this liquid in front of him, it wouldn't be an overstatent to say it was worth its weight in gold.

However, having lived in the apocalypse for half a year, Zhang Ye didn't choose to trust him imdiately.

The great leader of Shen Zhou had said it well.

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

He took the glass bottle from Zhao Sen's hands, then turned his head to Ding Zhixiong and said, "Take this bottle and go try it outside."

Ding Zhixiong nodded, took the glass bottle, and turned to go downstairs.

But Zhao Sen called out to stop him.

He frowned slightly, looking sowhat puzzled, "There's no need for that much trouble, just follow ."

After saying this, he turned and walked toward a ward.

Seeing that everyone was still, Zhao Sen looked back with a puzzled face and said, "What are you stunned for? Aren't you here to carry out an experint? Co on."

A few doctors and nurses looked at each other, and finally, an older doctor squeezed out a smile and said:

"Doctor Zhao just ca back from abroad and isn't too familiar with the ways of the world."

"Please excuse, Director Zhang."

Zhang Ye nodded without showing any sign of annoyance but instead took the lead to follow.

A talent should have so personality; that's normal.

What's the most important thing about being a leader?

Tolerance!

Especially in tis like these when all sorts of oddballs are popping up, more tolerance is needed to accept different people joining the company.

There were twelve hospital beds in the ward, and there was a patient lying on each bed.

When people ca in from outside, these patients imdiately reacted, baring their teeth and twisting their bodies, trying to get off the beds, while Zhao Sen acted as if he didn't even see the zombies on the beds, and went straight to the back.

But Ding Zhixiong and the others following behind dared not take any chances.

With a look, several soldiers were ready to finish off each zombie on the beds, but were caught in the act by Zhao Sen, who had just turned his head back.

"Don't touch those patients."

"They are all important subjects for experints."

Everyone stopped in their tracks and turned to look at Ding Zhixiong, who as the team leader could only turn to Zhang Ye for guidance with a pleading look.

Zhang Ye also did not show any signs of fear, just a hint of increased curiosity in his eyes.

Right in front of him were the nas of twelve individuals.

They were the zombies on the beds.

After adapting for a full half year, zombies were no longer much of a danger to him, but for safety's sake, he still added all the zombies in the room to the employee list.

The twisting shadows on the beds suddenly stopped moving and entered a standby mode, waiting to be assigned jobs and positions.

To the others, it looked as though peace had been restored.

"Huh."

A trace of confusion flashed in Zhao Sen's eyes.

Looking at the patients in front of him who seed as if they were sleeping soundly, he thought it odd: they were so agitated just now, how did they all beco so docile so suddenly?

Could it be that the sedative he had injected them with yesterday was finally taking effect?

But it never seed to work so well before.

Sothing wasn't right.

But now was clearly not the ti to ponder that particular issue; several colleagues standing outside the ward were desperately signaling him with their eyes, evidently wanting him to quickly complete the experint and dispatch these plague bearers.

At this mont, Zhang Ye had already co up to him, intently observing the bottle in his hand.

"Can we start now?"

Zhao Sen nodded, no longer overthinking, and directly pressed the pump head, spraying so extract onto his palm.

He then slowly extended his hand towards the zombie's head.

And at last, grasped its jaw.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly quieted down, and everyone's gaze fixated on Zhao Sen's hand, expressions of shock erging in their eyes.

Zhang Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, ntally crossing out this zombie's na from the employee roster.

"Uh... Aaaaargh..."

The previously quiet zombie instantly widened its eyes, baring teeth and writhing its nearly bald head, looking as if it would bite Zhao Sen's wrist at any mont.

But far from showing fear, Zhao Sen actually pried open the creature's mouth, full of sharp teeth.

His fingers were now touching the zombie's teeth.

Yet, he was not attacked.

Furthermore, he deliberately waved his other hand, which was also sprayed with the extract, near the zombie's mouth, but it acted as if it saw nothing and kept growling lowly at Zhang Ye.

The experint had proceeded far enough to draw a conclusion.

Zhao Sen had indeed not lied.

The unknown liquid in his hand truly had the effect of confusing the zombies' cognition; that nurse had just escaped to the upper floors through the horde using this bottle's contents.

If this substance were used in combat against zombies, wouldn't that an absolute safety for the soldiers?

At this thought, Zhang Ye's eyes quickly brightened.

"Not bad."

"I want this thing."

Upon hearing this, several doctors and nurses all breathed a sigh of relief, and hope flickered in their eyes.

They got the dicine, witnessed the experint, so now was it ti to leave?

Of course, they didn't dare to say this out loud.

But Zhao Sen didn't care about such reservations, standing up and getting straight to the point, "Alright, now that you have what you want, is it ti to leave the hospital?"

"I'm very busy," he added.

"There are still several patients waiting to be taken care of."

The colleagues outside, who had just begun to relax a little, turned their heads to hear Zhao Sen say these two lines and instantly paled, standing outside and frantically gesturing at him.

But Zhao Sen didn't think too much of it, or perhaps he was fully aware of the consequences of his actions.

This was just his way of doing things.

Simple and direct.

Perhaps seeing the greed in Zhang Ye's eyes, he added in an unhurried tone, "There's only this one bottle of extract left; the rest has been used up, so there's none to spare for you."

"However, there are so resources like rice and flour in the canteen."

"We could give you so of that."

Zhang Ye shook his head slightly.

But the corners of his mouth were curling up more and more.

The combat soldiers behind him also assud arrogant expressions, their eyes full of mockery as they looked at Zhao Sen.

Rice and flour?

Isn't that a joke?

The company might lack anything right now, but food is certainly not on that list; even the survivors at the very bottom of the safe zone can receive a portion of relief food every day.