Hey, hey, hey! Your golden finger is mine.

Everyone looked at Sang Luo in astonishment. Lin Ye sneered, "Do you understand the situation? Old Yang has turned into a zombie..."

Sang Luo nodded: "I know, but I can cure it!"

Seeing that everyone still didn't believe him, Sang Luo said firmly: "As long as it's not the kind that cuts open the stomach, I can cure it."

Lin Ye snorted coldly: "You really dare to say anything. If you can cure it, what do we researchers do?"

Sang Luo raised his eyebrows.

"Then I really don't know what use you are. You have no strength and no brains!"

"Just getting paid and not working, you're worse than that zombie."

"At least zombies can provide some research value. If you feed your 200 kilograms of meat to zombies, they will despise it."

Lin Ye's face turned red with anger at Sang Luo, but he couldn't argue with her, so he could only look at the people in white coats beside him.

"Why are you all so quiet? Are you cuckolds?"

"She humiliated us researchers like this, and you guys didn't even dare to say a word?"

The men in white coats looked up at the sky, the ground, or the scenery outside the window, and exclaimed, "Wow, the sun is shining brightly today!"

The only person in a white coat who paid any attention to Lin Ye rolled his eyes. "You're mistaken. She's not humiliating us, she's humiliating you! But I don't think she's wrong. Just tell me, what have you accomplished in all the time you've been in the lab?"

Lin Ye was furious: "At least I am the disciple brought up by Master Yang, which is better than a woman who only knows how to talk big."

Sang Luo stuffed Youmi into Yang Nian's arms and walked slowly into the laboratory: "Who told you that I only know how to brag? You have little experience, but you still think others are bragging."

As Sang Luo spoke, he walked to the glass house where the zombies were locked up and reached out to open the door. The people in white coats in the laboratory were so scared that some of them ran forward to stop Sang Luo, while others quickly ran away, fearing that the zombies would come out and hurt them.

Lin Ye ran the fastest. By this time, he had already reached the door of the laboratory, clinging to the door frame and shouting at Sang Luo, "That's a zombie. Do you want to let him out? You're asking for death, don't take us with you!"

Sang Luo rolled his eyes and looked at the white coats who ran over to stop him and asked, "How did he get infected?"

I didn't see any signs of being bitten by zombies...

"Little girl, don't make things worse! We've been researching for so long and haven't found a cure for the virus. How could you possibly do it?"

"Yeah, I see you're young, you can probably survive by finding any job in the base, why do you have to squeeze into the lab?"

"In the past, we only studied corpses of zombies, but this time it's a living zombie!"

"If Elder Yang hadn't taken the initiative to enter the glass room when he was about to turn into a zombie, who knows what kind of chaos would have been caused! If you open the glass door now, aren't you courting death?"

Seeing Sang Luo's calmness, one of the men in white coats replied doubtfully, "Mr. Yang cut a small wound on his hand and dripped the zombie fluid onto it."

Sang Luo twitched his lips.

No wonder I couldn’t find the wound caused by the zombie bite after searching for a long time. It turns out that I got infected on my own.

However, it is quite admirable to go to such lengths for research...

Sang Luo opened the door without hesitation. Seeing that their attempts to dissuade him failed, the men in white coats simply stood by and watched.

At least at this distance, if Sang Luo gets infected, they can just close the glass door and prevent her from coming out.

When Sang Luo walked into the glass house, the zombies immediately became excited and rushed directly towards Sang Luo.

Sang Luo originally wanted to kick him away, but when he thought of the sacrifice made by Old Yang, he restrained himself and pressed Old Yang against the glass wall with one hand.

The zombies couldn't break free and could only wave their arms and roar.

The man in the white coat was startled and quickly closed the glass door.

Sang Luo ignored them and stretched out his other hand to cover the small cut on the zombie's hand, using energy to heal it.

This zombie must have been in a zombie state for quite some time. Sang Luo continuously supplied it with energy, his face full of distress.

Oh my god! I'm not going to waste all my hard-earned energy on him, am I?

As energy was transferred, the zombies gradually calmed down and their eyes were no longer empty.

When Sang Luo used his energy to completely cure the virus in the zombie's body, the zombie's head tilted and it fainted.

Sang Luo breathed a sigh of relief, loosened his grip, and let the zombie slide to the ground.

After consuming so much energy, it's finally healed...

This consumes too much energy!

However, I heard from those people just now that Old Yang is the main person researching zombies. Saving Old Yang and letting him continue researching zombies can also be regarded as helping the world get back on track...

Maybe I can earn the energy back when I turn around!

The people in white coats outside the glass room looked at each other.

Is this a cure, or is it death?

Sang Luo walked to the glass door and knocked: "Okay, let me out."

A man in a white coat was about to open the door, but Lin Ye, who was standing at the door of the laboratory, quickly stopped him: "No, who knows if she's infected? Let her stay in there for half an hour first!"

The man in a white coat who came to open the door was a little hesitant.

Although Sang Luo wasn't injured by the zombies, the possibility of infection couldn't be ruled out...

At this moment, Mr. Yang, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sat up, scaring the people in white coats outside the glass room so much that they all took a step back.

One of the men in white coats nervously shouted to Sang Luo, "Be careful, the zombies are alive again!"

Sang Luo rolled his eyes: "Don't worry, he has been cured."

As if to verify Sang Luo's words, Yang Lao stretched out his palm and looked at it, and said with a puzzled look: "Didn't I turn into a zombie? Could it be that I have antibodies! That's great, as long as the antibodies are extracted, everyone can be saved!"

Sang Luo twitched his lips: "You don't have antibodies, I cured you."

Hearing this, Elder Yang looked up at Sang Luo and asked, "How did you treat it?"

Sang Luo spread his hands and said, "It's hard to explain. I used my supernatural powers to treat it."

When the people in white coats outside the glass room saw this scene, they were stunned at first, and then they were extremely surprised.

"That's great, Elder Yang is really better!"

"Oh my god! There's actually this kind of superpower! I don't have to be afraid of being bitten by zombies anymore!"

"It's a pity that it's a superpower, so we can't figure out what caused the zombie virus to disappear..."

"That's fine. Her special ability can cure the zombie virus anyway, so let her treat it."

Sang Luo rolled his eyes.

"Do you think my supernatural powers are inexhaustible?"

"I worked so hard to save him, and you still want me to treat everyone else."

"Why don't you cut me into pieces, stew me in soup, and feed it to those zombies to see if that can cure their illness!"