By the time Huo Yingqing got his hands on zombie brains and rushed to the laboratory, Zhou Zuifeng had copied all the experimental results on a computer USB flash drive and put the special experimental supplies into a special experimental box. Wei Wen Ping squatted in the corner like an angry little old man. Unable to do any experiments, he cursed and cursed alone for a long time. Huo Youyu comforted him in a dumbfounded way.
Seeing Huo Yingqing come in, Zhou Zuifeng breathed a sigh of relief, put down the scalpel in his hand, and said, "Boss, is everything okay outside? I seem to hear screaming again?"
Huo Yingqing took off the rifle hanging on his shoulder and threw it into Zhou Zuifeng's hand, saying: "There is an outbreak of zombies in the second hospital department. There is no guarantee that it will not spread to the laboratory. The glass in the hospital is not bulletproof. It is not safe here. Now We need to take Professor Wei home immediately."
"Gun? I thought you'd prefer a baseball bat?"
Zhou Zuifeng felt the cold object in his hands, which felt strange for a moment.
"Open the safety catch, aim and pull the trigger. Remember to stand firm. Don't get out of the car and shoot with one hand if your hand is not steady. If you can't, just run faster." Huo Yingqing quickly placed the only box on the table. Huo Youyu held it in his hand and told him again: "Hold this thing and Professor Wei, and follow closely. We are leaving."
Seeing that everyone had tied their shoelaces, Huo Yingqing took the lead in opening the door to the laboratory.
Thanks to Ji Yan and his first aid team who held back the first zombies, the zombies had not yet rushed towards the laboratory. Huo Yingqing and the other three ran downstairs without encountering any obstacles.
However, the situation downstairs was very bad. The renewed outbreak of zombies panicked the people who had finally settled down. People in the hall were running away like headless flies. They bumped into Huo Yingqing and others several times in a daze. .
Wei Wenping had never seen such a scene. After all, he was well protected in the early days of the apocalypse. When he saw this scene, he was a little distracted for a moment, and then his arm was grabbed by Huo Yingqing, who had a serious expression: "Professor , the crowd is in chaos, I don’t know who will mutate into a zombie, I can’t be distracted, please follow closely.”
Huo Youyu immediately took a step forward and grabbed Wei Wenping's arm tightly. The two of them ran to the front of the car as quickly as possible, almost clinging to Huo Yingqing. Zhou Zuifeng followed closely behind, and Huo Yingqing pulled away and drove. He sat down, threw the gun on his shoulder to the co-pilot, turned around and shouted to the three people behind him: "Hurry up!"
Zhou Zuifeng jumped into the trunk first, turned around and loaded the materials in Wei Wenping's hands into the car, then stretched out his hand to Wei Wenping: "Give me your hand, teacher."
Wei Wenping's limbs had long been stiff, and he struggled to lift his legs: "I have lived for more than seventy years and still haven't..."
Before he finished speaking, Huo Yingqing, who was sitting in the driver's seat, only heard a muffled groan. She immediately took off her seatbelt and turned around, only to see a man they had never seen before knocking Wei Wenping to the ground. He hurriedly ran into the car. When he saw Huo Yingqing looking at him, the man glared at him and shouted, "What are you looking at! Drive quickly!"
"professor!"
"teacher!"
Zhou Zuifeng immediately got out of the car and helped Wei Wenping, who was groaning in pain after being pushed down, his clear eyes instantly covered with bloodshot eyes.
The man still ignored him and scolded Huo Yingqing who was in the driver's seat: "Drive quickly! What are you doing!"
Huo Yingqing held a gun, pulled out the car key and left the driver's seat. He immediately ran to the back seat of the car to check on Wei Wenping. However, when he saw the blood stained by Zhou Zuifeng touching the back of Wei Wenping's head, his heart dropped. Half of it.
"You guys get in the car first."
The screams and roars outside still didn't stop. Huo Yingqing immediately gave instructions to Zhou Zhuifeng, whose eyes were red, and then looked coldly at the man sitting in the car of course, his voice sounded like he had just crawled out of hell. Cold:
"Get off."
The man was stunned, obviously not expecting Huo Yingqing to dare to speak like this. After reacting for a few seconds, he immediately said angrily: "What did you say!"
This time, before Huo Yingqing could say anything, Zhou Zuifeng jumped into the car with Wei Wenping in his arms, and said in a voice that contained strong anger: "Get out of here."
Huo Youyu also jumped into the car. When the man saw the three people looking at him with murderous eyes, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He lost his confidence when he shouted: "I want to expose you! As a first aid team, in times of crisis, Just worry about escaping!"
First aid team...
Huo Yingqing suddenly understood.
Yes, they were driving a police car provided by the emergency team. There was a logo of the Ministry of National Security on the outside of the car. She was also holding a gun, so the man took it for granted that they were public officials and took it for granted that the car was leading to a safe area. Of course, it is natural to take it for granted... In the apocalypse, the life of a waning old man is not as valuable as that of a man in his prime.
This is the so-called cost-effectiveness of life.
Huo Yingqing closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his thoughts had been completely sorted out:
"Do you know who you pushed down?"
The man opened his mouth, but a clear voice sounded inside the carriage: "Professor Wei Wenping is a master of pathology. During this time, he has been studying how to reverse the damage of the zombie virus to the human body in the hospital. Now, you have killed it with your own hands." The hope of humanity fighting back against the apocalypse.”
Huo Youyu had always looked obedient, but at this moment, her voice was firmer than anyone else's.
After hearing those words, the man's face turned green: "Then... then you have no reason to let me go. I am just out of survival instinct..."
It sounds high-sounding, but the zombies are currently being controlled in the second hospital unit. Now the people running around are panicked humans. If you run faster, you won't be affected at all. What about the survival instinct?
"Perhaps this is true for other members of the emergency team, but who told you this is the emergency team?" Huo Yingqing stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Zuifeng's shoulder, and stared at the man:
"This is a private car issued by the state to Professor Wei Wenping. You have to ask Professor Wei Wenping for his opinion on whether you can get on the car. Otherwise, according to the rules and regulations, we can only ask you to get out."
The man looked at the unconscious Wei Wenping, his face getting paler and paler.
The top priority is not to teach this shameless person a lesson. Huo Yingqing then looked at Zhou Zuifeng and said seriously: "Calm down, you have to make an idea. Can the professor's body be cured without treatment if he comes back with us? This is the hospital, we stay here. I'll get whatever medical supplies he needs in the car, it's better than wasting them at home."
Zhou Zuifeng took a deep breath, regained his composure, and said, "This depends on the professor's CT results, but now..." After he finished speaking, he leaned down and asked, "Teacher, can you hear me? Are you dizzy or nauseous?" ?Can you move your fingers?"
Wei Wenping's eyes slowly returned to clarity. He rolled his eyes and managed to cheer up: "I'm fine."
