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

The woman handed the four tubes of blood to the four assistants who were covered from head to toe.

Song Le silently watched as they sent the blood in one by one, pouring it directly into the infected person's mouth.

One, two, three... A few minutes passed in a flash, and those people left after pouring.

Song Le and the woman stared solemnly at the situation of the infected in the four glass rooms. No one said anything, only the ticking of the hour hand in the air.

Unexpectedly, it was the most seriously infected person who changed first.

The face of the middle-aged man twitched, similar to that of the little girl before, who was almost skinned and bloody, and there were still many cut marks on the neck - it was because the itching was unbearable, even if it was cut with a knife It's good to relieve the pain a little bit.

He was also the person Song Le dared not look at at first, but now.

The man's twitching and itchy trembling seemed to have stopped, the slanted corners of his drooling mouth slowly returned to normal, and his almost crazy expression gradually became clearer.

What's more obvious is that the dense red rashes and pustules on his face, which make people suffer from trypophobia, are disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only Song Le, but the women also saw it, and they couldn't believe their eyes!

"He! Who the hell is he?!" It's just a small beaker with a few tens of milliliters of blood, so easily solved an extinct disaster?

Song Le didn't say a word, and she couldn't answer this question.

Not long after that, the lesser infected people miraculously returned to their normal appearance, lying on the glass one by one, showing expressions of astonishment, weeping with joy, and wishing to kneel down to thank them immediately.

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The woman was shocked in place, her eyes wandered away for a while, and then she stroked her beating heart. She couldn't recover for a long time, and asked depressedly: "Lele, this is too hard to imagine...I, this is true ?"

Compared with her excitement and shock, Song Le became more depressed and nodded.

The woman waited for a long time before she finally smiled and said: "Lele, there may be more blood samples used during this period, is that okay? I believe you also hope that the vaccine will be developed as soon as possible to reduce more deaths, right? "

Song Le was silent for a few seconds, feeling a strong sense of discomfort, but even if he was reluctant, he could only hum in the end.

it's the only way.There is no other way.

After the woman watched her leave, the thoughts and calculations in her eyes were undisguised and frantic, and even inexplicably gave birth to a trace of dissatisfied irritability.

She was a dissectist, and it is one of her joys in life to dissect experimental animals such as mice, rabbits, and frogs calmly and unscrupulously.

It's just that when I was promoted to a senior executive, I stayed away from these things.

But now there is such a miraculous species?Blood can save all mankind... what about his other organs?

Moreover, this feeling of not being able to research as one likes, and having to be polite and compromise to get a little bit of research samples is really quite depressing.

The woman frowned again, barely suppressing the desire in her heart, a trace of disobedient gloom appeared on her upright and kind face.

……

In this way, Song Le began to draw blood every day with trepidation, guilt and distress.

Although the boss didn't show it on his face, his violent killing intent was enough to make her unsteady.

The staff in the research room finally revived and started this research with absolute certainty.

Everything is going on secretly and with high tension. However, there is no impenetrable wall in the world.