Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Does it mean that if he has the antibody, he must dedicate himself to it and pay unconditionally for it?

But on the face, she still said gently: "Why don't you draw my blood first."

Song Le glanced at his wrist.

"Your?" The woman didn't respond for a while.

"Yes, I recovered once. If I can produce antibodies, then my blood should also be able to act as a substitute." Song Le said.

The more I think about it, the more this is the case. If hers can do it, then it can't be...

But Song Le has a faint feeling that "the general setting should not have such a bug that will affect the fate of the characters".

The subsequent test results ruthlessly verified this conjecture.

Knew it……

No.

Song Le had a headache and had no antibodies, which also meant that she could be infected a second time.

Then if she is the one suffering from the disease, will the boss save her?

Song Le is not sure, but thinking about it, if the boss is calculated and controlled, and the lesser of two evils is chosen, it is better to use such a tortuous method.

After all, since she decided to do this task, no matter what she did, it would definitely hurt him.

She can only do her best to minimize the damage, but it is difficult to avoid it.

Song Le lowered his eyes, thought for a while, then walked up to the girl, and lightly tapped the most serious wound with his finger, where even a little pus flowed out.

——This virus is extremely contagious, and the most common contact has a 90.00% chance of being infected.

It's just that the degree of infection is different, and the incubation time of the virus is different.

Song Le stayed for a while before wiping it off with a tissue and washing his hands.

This level of contact... Song Le suddenly felt dizzy when he washed his hands and looked up in the mirror.

From the place where the fingertips touched just now, there was an itch that seemed to be there.

A creepy feeling of being invaded layer by layer by the virus captured her instantly.

When she came out of the bathroom, there was only one woman left in the conference room, and the previous girl was missing.

It was probably taken away by someone.Song Le rubbed his temples, thinking a little dizzily.

Seeing that her expression was not right, the woman instantly thought of her back turned to her, and she couldn't see the unrealistic behavior just now, and she couldn't help being horrified: "Lele, are you infected?"

Song Le nodded, moved a little away from her, and said slowly: "I'll try, if I can get a blood sample, that would be the best."

When the woman heard the words, she was so astonished that she didn't know what to say.

It took a while to recover my voice, and said, "Are you crazy? This is not a joke! Do you know that once you are infected by others, you will be sent to quarantine immediately...!"

To put it bluntly, it is isolation, but in fact, it is equivalent to destruction!

Without a vaccine, every transmission agent can only be cut off from the source.

How could Song Le not know, but now, she can only do this.

Seeing her nodding clearly, the woman was about to shake her head in shock, and asked in amazement: "Could something happen if you draw a little blood?! What's going on now, can you tolerate such worries? Does he know how many times he died? People?!"

Song Le pursed her lips.

He didn't know, and he probably wasn't interested in knowing, and would only sneer indifferently if he knew.

Besides, what does it have to do with the boss, just because he happened to have antibodies to this extinct plague.

Song Le stopped thinking about it, and said firmly: "Auntie, he is different. Leave me alone, I promise I will try my best to get a blood sample... But, you promised, don't make things difficult for him."

It was also part of the agreement at the time to remain silent and protective of his presence.