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“Sorry, honey, of course I know what you like to eat. Come on, guys, let’s go get a big meal,” Leon said with a smile.

Everyone left the research lab to change clothes and have dinner.

Leon frowned when he saw Weeks walking at the very back.

“Wex, the mutant mold in the culture tank still needs someone to watch over it, so you don’t need to go. We’ll order some takeout for you later. We’ll leave you here to work today,” Leon said to Weeks.

"Okay...okay," Weeks said helplessly.

After Weeks left, everyone in the changing room wore mocking expressions, and some even laughed disdainfully.

"This is the kind of pathetic guy he is, and he still wants to pursue Alice."

"He probably thinks he's the big boss in Resident Evil."

"Hahaha."

Although Leon didn't speak, the disdain at the corner of his mouth revealed his inner thoughts.

Weeks stood outside the locker room, his fists clenched tightly.

After everyone had left, and Weeks was the only one left in the research building, he began writing his paper.

He is a graduate student studying toxicology, and the main reason he joined his current research group was to make money.

There's no way around it; the competition in biomedical engineering is too intense. Without results, you're just a dog; once you produce results, you instantly become a god. That's how brutal the competition is.

Now Weeks wants to use the research team's equipment to produce some results, preferably to be noticed by a large company.

Microcystin is a secondary toxic metabolite produced by the explosive proliferation of cyanobacteria in water. It is a hepatotoxin that can accumulate in the digestive glands of mussels and scallops and enter the bodies of highly nutritious organisms along the food chain, including fish, birds, mammals and humans, causing poisoning.

Symptoms include weakness, pale skin, and coldness; severe cases can cause massive hepatic hemorrhage and liver necrosis, leading to death from respiratory obstruction…

The paper Weeks is currently writing reflects his research focus: diseases caused by microcystin and how to treat them.

As he was writing, Weeks suddenly had an inspiration.

This inspiration is incredible.

Normally, when researchers get inspiration, it's through accumulated knowledge, combined with past experience and a flash of inspiration, that they come up with a solution.

Weeks' inspiration at this time was quite unique: he had no scientific basis or experience, but he figured that doing this should be the right thing to do.

Yes, that's the kind of inspiration that makes me ponder.

Do it if you want to!

Weeks caught a white mouse and injected it with microcystin.

Soon, the mice began to stiffen and showed signs of poisoning.

By this time, Weeks had already prepared the antidote he had devised and injected it into the mice.

then……

One minute later, the mouse died.

Weeks stared blankly at the dead mouse, somewhat incredulous.

His inspiration just now was like a torrent of urine, unstoppable, and the resulting antidote directly poisoned the mice.

"I think I've been under too much pressure lately. I'm going to get some sleep."

Weeks sighed helplessly, gave up writing his paper, and went straight to the sofa in the lounge to sleep.

While Weeks was asleep, the dead white mouse began to absorb the surrounding yin energy, and then its tail twitched.

Chapter Forty-Nine: The Resurrection Potion?

The next morning, when Weeks woke up, he felt like he had caught a cold.

"It's so cold."

Weeks was a little confused. In the middle of summer, he covered himself with two blankets at night and still caught a cold. It was so illogical.

After taking a hot shower and feeling better, Weeks went to the lab to clean up the lab waste from the previous night.

When Weeks arrived at the lab to clean up the dead mouse, he discovered that the mouse had come back to life.

Oh my god!

Weeks was stunned; he wasn't afraid, but rather excited.

"Cold body temperature, slightly stiff skin, and pale fur are all characteristics of microcystin poisoning. Could it be that the medicine I prepared yesterday was effective?"

After observing the mice, Weeks muttered excitedly.

Of course, this is because Weeks hasn't seen the movies starring Lam Ching-ying. If he had, he would know that symptoms such as cold body temperature, slightly stiff skin, and pale fur are not necessarily microcystin poisoning; they could also be signs of zombies.

Unfortunately, Weeks didn't understand the culture of the glamorous summer capital, nor did he know what a zombie was.

So Weeks dissected the white mouse.

"No, this mouse is already dead, and it died last night. The current autopsy results show that even if it could move, its blood had already clotted. So this mouse did not fit the description, but instead changed into another form."

This is a completely new life form, possessing characteristics of both the dead and the living. If I can figure out the key to it, the Nobel Prize will be beckoning me. Weeks was obsessed.

To find out why the mice were able to move after death, Weeks extracted cell samples, blood samples, and liver toxin samples from the mice.

"Wex, are you having some kind of mental problem? Dissecting mice first thing in the morning."

"He was probably hungry, so he decided to roast a white mouse to eat."

At this moment, a group of researchers arrived at the laboratory. When they saw the dead white mice and Weeks' hands covered in blood, they all showed expressions of disgust.

Weeks didn't say anything, and silently disposed of the mouse's body.

"Weix, I'm sorry, we drank too much last night, so we didn't order takeout for you. I'm so sorry," Leon said to Weeks with a smile as he came in.

Although he was apologizing, there was no remorse on his face; on the contrary, he seemed quite happy.

"It's okay, I've already eaten."

Weeks said calmly, his expression serene.

"You didn't actually roast and eat a lab rat, did you?"

"It could also be eaten raw."

Lyon's two lackeys laughed at him from the side.

However, Weeks ignored him, disposed of the mouse carcasses, and left the lab to have breakfast.

Lyon sensed that Weeks was a little different today, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

For the next two weeks, Weeks worked night shifts in the research building, focusing on the key to reviving the mice.

And you know what? Whenever Weeks came up with a problem while researching and thinking, his inspiration would strike.

When Weeks first started researching mice, his approach was still based on scientific thinking; he wanted to find an antidote for microcystin.

However, as the research progressed, Weeks' research direction began to veer off course.

The research shifted from finding an antidote to researching how to resurrect the dead.

Because the samples he collected from mice told him that it was a combination of microcystin toxins and the body's immune cells, plus the antidote he created that was not an antidote, combined with some unknown special energy, when all these factors came together, it caused a special change.

The result of this change is that a special virus forms in the mice's bodies. Cells infected by this virus will transform into viral cells, achieving the characteristic of reviving the dead.

But whether this resurrection is a true resurrection, Weeks doesn't know.

Because mice are not human, they cannot speak or communicate, so he has no way to make a judgment.

Just as Weeks' research was hitting a snag, Button City Hospital, after two weeks of adjustments, had all its medical equipment and staff in place and was finally able to start admitting patients.

In the evening, Weeks went downstairs to get something to eat.

Just then, an ambulance rushed to the door, and the doctor inside shouted, "Prepare the emergency room! The patient has seafood poisoning. We can't determine what kind of seafood caused the poisoning, but the patient's liver function is failing, heart rate is decreasing, and airway is blocked. Immediate emergency treatment is necessary."

Upon hearing this, Weeks immediately perked up.

The clinical symptoms of this poisoning are exactly the same as microcystin poisoning.

He was still thinking about how to find test subjects, but unexpectedly, they were delivered right to his doorstep.

Weeks rushed back to the lab and began preparing the antidote.

Of course, it's called an antidote, but in reality, this antidote becomes even more toxic after encountering microcystin toxins, making it incurable.

Wearing a white coat, Weeks blended into the emergency room line.

After the poisoned patients were admitted to the intensive care unit, Weeks found an opportunity to inject the antidote into them.

“I’m saving you,” Weeks said in a low voice.

One minute later, an alarm sounded in the intensive care unit; the patient's heart had stopped beating.

After the doctor took one look, he issued a death certificate.

In severe cases of poisoning, death occurs because the toxins erode the internal organs, leading to kidney failure. No further investigation is needed; a death certificate can be issued directly.

Besides, this patient looks like a homeless person or something, so there's no need to be so careful.

Soon, the patient was put into a body bag and sent to the morgue.

The moment the morgue drawer was closed, the staff member in charge of the morgue suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing in from outside.

"This wind is so eerie. Someone said they saw a ghost yesterday. Could there really be ghosts in the hospital?"

The staff member felt a chill run down his spine upon realizing this, quickly closed the morgue door, and returned to his office.

bang bang...

After the staff left, two loud thuds were heard in the morgue, but they quickly disappeared.

Chapter Fifty: Zombies? No, they're zombies.

"You've seemed so listless these past few days."

Li Lili looked at Chen Ling leaning back in his chair with his feet on the table, looking lost in thought, and was very puzzled.

"It's nothing, just a little disappointed," Chen Ling said calmly.

Why the disappointment? It's all because of the Button City Hospital.