The end of the world: I am linked to a mobile lottery store

Chapter 548 Suppressing Evolution
[Hello? Dean Zhang, is there progress so quickly?] Lu Li's tone was both expectant and a little scared.

He feared the outcome wouldn't be good, and that this outcome would require Shen Fufeng to pay a heavy price.

"Boss Lu..." Zhang Ye's voice sounded tired, yet it also held a hint of joy.

Lu Li couldn't help but want to curse, but she hesitated, wondering what she was trying to do. Just say what you want to say!
"What's wrong? Tell me quickly!" Lu Li asked patiently.

Zhang Ye explained in detail, "Through our continuous research and experiments over the past two days, we've discovered that Shen Fufeng's blood can inhibit the evolution of zombies and mutated plants and animals."

His words conveyed surprise at the discovery, but also a sense of unease.

Shen Fufeng is a person, not a plant, not an animal, and certainly not a zombie. You can't just drain his blood.

This is completely impossible.

In addition, he is Mr. Shen's grandson and his only son.

Previously, when Shen Fufeng was wandering around, Old Master Shen had been sending people to search for him.

I've finally found it, and I'm keeping it very precious. I haven't dared to tell him about it yet.

All Old Shen knew was that his grandson had two vials of blood drawn; he knew nothing about what happened afterward.

So Zhang Ye was conflicted; of course, he wanted to move the project forward.

However, if the process continues, more of Shen Fufeng's blood will be needed as samples.

Smoking a tube or two occasionally is fine, but smoking every day, what kind of person would smoke it all out?

He doesn't dare!

I really don't want this to happen.

That was a living, breathing person, a child.

Since the research results came out, Zhang Ye has been struggling with and pondering the matter.

I decided to tell Lu Li first, just in case she has a better idea?
Upon hearing Zhang Ye's words, Lu Li's breath caught in her throat, and she remained silent for a long time.

Can Shen Fufeng's blood suppress the evolution of zombies and mutated plants and animals?
Is it really that amazing? Is it really that incredible?
But he also understood Zhang Ye's implication: he wanted to continue his research in greater depth.

We need to see to what extent it can be suppressed. If it works for low-order drugs, what about high-order drugs? And what is the dilution ratio?
Will adding other elements or substances have other effects?

As a passionate enthusiast in this field, Zhang Ye naturally wanted to study it thoroughly.

The two of them thought of the same thing without prior agreement: if they were to continue, they would need more of Shen Fufeng's blood.

Difficult to do.

Lu Li asked softly, "What do you think?" Then she added, "Regardless of what you think, let me first state my opinion."

"Yes," Zhang Ye replied.

[I don't recommend continuing to draw blood from Shen Fufeng. Who knows how much more you'll need? You might drain him dry and still not feel it's enough. He's still growing and can't withstand this kind of abuse, nor can it support your research.]

Lu Li said somewhat forcefully, but she also knew that Zhang Ye's research was for everyone's benefit.

I don't want to say anything harsh; everyone's intentions are good.

"Yes, I know. I've thought it all through, which is why I've been so conflicted and haven't dared to tell Elder Shen and the others."

Zhang Ye grabbed a handful of hair, feeling irritable. He wished it were some kind of plant or animal.

But it's a human being.

He couldn't do such a thing.

"You should tell Mr. Shen the truth and see what he thinks. Maybe if you have time, you can invite Xiao Feng over, sit down and chat, and see what everyone thinks," Lu Li suggested.

[Okay.] Zhang Ye wasn't in high spirits.

It should be said that he lost interest from the moment he learned of the result.

Zhang Ye hung up the phone and immediately went to Old Shen's office.

"Xiao Ye, what brings you here? Please sit down. Have the results for Xiao Feng's blood test come back yet?" Old Shen smiled kindly.

He put down his pen, carefully placed it aside, and pointed to the chair opposite him, urging him to sit down. Zhang Ye met his kind and gentle face, the words stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

He felt this was too cruel for a grandfather.

The blood of one's own grandson can suppress the evolution of zombies and mutated plants and animals.

If this news were to reach the general public, it would likely cause a sensation.

First came a heated discussion, then the person was asked to sacrifice their life.

Zhang Ye could imagine this process.

His hesitant words and uneasy expression made Old Shen feel that something was amiss.

But he didn't want to speculate in a negative way, so he just asked again.

"What's wrong, Dean Zhang? Just say it. Are you short of money again, or are you short of supplies?"

Mr. Shen tried to lighten the somber atmosphere by making a joke that wasn't very funny.

Zhang Ye closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and the words that had been stuck in his throat came out like beans spilling out.

"The results are in. Xiao Feng's blood can suppress the evolution of zombies and mutated plants and animals. We've tried it on first and second-tier zombies, and it works. We don't have any samples for higher-tier zombies yet."

Zhang Ye blurted it out in one breath, startling Old Shen time and time again.

Suppressing evolution? Is that what he meant?

Is it because it's stained with Shen Fufeng's blood that it can no longer advance in rank? Or does it have to be injected into a zombie?
No, no, that's not the point.

This is my grandson! There are so many zombies in all of China and the world, and he's just a little kid. I can't control him.

Moreover, this project sounds like it requires long-term, in-depth research, which means Xiao Feng will have to continuously provide the necessary resources.

Immediately, an image of Xiao Feng being drained of his skin appeared in Old Shen's mind.

Just thinking about that scene made his heart clench with pain.

He shook his head violently and blurted out, "No! Absolutely not!"

Zhang Ye was startled by his sudden voice, but quickly realized what he was referring to.

He nodded understandingly, "Then I'll move on to other projects."

When Old Shen met his disappointed gaze, he was torn between his own feelings and his inner turmoil.

On one side is her beloved grandson whom she has just found, and on the other side is the future of the survivors.

Which one is more important?

This balance kept swaying in his mind, seemingly forcing Old Shen to make a decision.

However, everyone is prone to contradictions.

Old Shen wondered if there might be a way to achieve the best of both worlds.

This way, the project can proceed without harming Shen Fufeng's body.

Old Shen immediately started to worry, wondering what to do.

He looked up at Zhang Ye and said, "Go and call He Luo and the other two over."

Zhang Ye agreed and left Elder Shen's office, his emotions quite complex.

He stood in the corridor and made three phone calls to the three men, telling them to come to Old Shen's office immediately.

Only after making the call did I realize that Mr. Shen could have made the call himself.

Why did he want to play? Did he want to be alone for a while? To calm himself down?
Zhang Ye thought about it and agreed. Such a big matter required a pause, even for someone like Elder Shen.

He squatted outside the door, waiting for the three of them to come over; the corridor was quiet.

Soon, hurried footsteps could be heard. He Luo arrived first and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? What happened? Why isn't Old Shen answering the phone?"

"His father," Zhang Ye didn't explain clearly over the phone, but just told him to come quickly.