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

Old Yang took Sang Luo and Shen Yan into a room where there was a tea table.

Old Yang walked over to the tea table with a smile and sat down. "The kitchen isn't cooking that fast. Let's drink some tea, chat, and eat some snacks first."

Sang Luo nodded and casually pulled a chair to sit down.

Shen Yan sat obediently next to Sang Luo, while Youmi nestled in Sang Luo's arms, yawned lazily, and continued to doze off with her eyes closed.

Old Yang glanced at Yumi and said with a smile, "Miss Sang, do you like cats?"

Sang Luo stroked Yumi's body and nodded, saying, "Not bad."

Yuumi purred comfortably.

My master is really inconsistent. He clearly said before that he loved me the most. Humph! ╯^╰

Old Yang’s thoughts drifted away.

"Before the apocalypse, I also really liked raising cats. I didn't know if they could survive..."

Speaking of this, Old Yang looked very sad.

"Since the apocalypse, so many people have died, let alone small animals..."

"I used to be a national scientific researcher. In fact, we had already come into contact with the zombie virus before the zombie outbreak."

"In the beginning, the zombie virus wasn't as ferocious as it is now. People who were infected with the virus simply fell into a coma."

"After the hospital conducted an examination, they discovered this unknown virus and reported it to the state, and our researchers took over the case."

"I happened to be back in City S on vacation at the time, so I could only discuss research with them via video conference on the computer."

Mr. Yang's eyes suddenly turned red.

"It was... the second day of research. The lab staff gathered around the zombies, discussing the characteristics of the virus, completely unaware of the impending danger."

"The zombie that was originally unconscious suddenly sat up from the bed and bit everyone it saw!"

"In just one hour, all the people in the laboratory turned into zombies!"

"I was sitting on the other side of the computer, watching my former colleagues turn into that state!"

"That was also the day when incidents of zombies biting people occurred all over the country."

"Because most of the people were sent to the hospital after being unconscious, the hospital became the first place to fall."

"Then, as the virus spread, power and internet collapsed."

"I originally wanted to return to the institute to continue my research, but I couldn't contact them..."

Mr. Yang's voice was choked with sobs.

"I don't know if there are any other survivors..."

"Half a month after the zombie outbreak, an army found us and brought us here."

"Besides us, they brought back 25 more people."

"The 27 of us, plus the 96 soldiers from the military, built the base."

"After the base was established, more and more people joined us."

"When the base is on track and the number of personnel is increasing."

"Those 96 soldiers left the base's affairs to my grandson, Yang Nian, and left behind a large amount of weapons before leaving in a hurry."

"From them, I learned that the military has also suffered heavy losses."

"I heard from them that the army was attacked by zombies the night before the zombie outbreak, and those zombies were much more powerful than the zombies we usually see!"

"No matter how worried I am, there's nothing I can do. I can only continue to devote myself to researching the zombie virus."

"We pieced together the equipment and the personnel."

"Too many scientific researchers and medical staff have lost their lives in this disaster."

Old Yang sighed.

"It is precisely because of this that the quality of personnel varies greatly. Some people join the laboratory not for research, but to make a living."

"But I have no choice. The lab is short of people right now. At least if I have someone to help me, my research will be faster."

"But no matter how much I research, I can't find anything that can stop the virus."

"I have always insisted on capturing a living zombie for research, but I have been opposed by everyone."

“They’re afraid of getting infected.”

"I couldn't go ahead with my own plan despite so many people opposing me. I had no choice but to take the risk, lower my aggression, get infected with the virus, and record all the data in detail."

"I originally thought that even if they couldn't figure it out, having my sample could at least point the way for future researchers."

"But I didn't expect that after I completely turned into a zombie..."

Old Yang paused, looking dejected.

"You can't blame them. People are afraid of death."

"Fortunately, I was lucky enough to wait for your arrival and come back to life."

"With this experience, I can better understand this zombie virus!"

As Elder Yang spoke, he looked at Sang Luo with anticipation: "Miss Sang, how does your ability cure the virus? Could you please tell me?"

Sang Luo: “…”

In fact, you don't need to lay the groundwork for so long...

Sang Luo looked at the longing on Old Yang's face and sighed, "My ability is just a burst of energy that eliminated the zombie virus in your body. I don't know the principle behind it."

From the moment Sang Luo saw the zombie-like Yang Lao, he scanned him with his golden finger.

It’s a pity that the golden finger failed to provide a method to cure the zombie virus, so Sang Luo could only use the method of consuming energy to treat it.

Naturally, she couldn't explain how she eliminated the virus...

Thinking of this, Sang Luo felt extremely disgusted.

Didn’t they say that no matter what disease it is, a treatment plan can be given with just a scan?

That's it?

These golden fingers are really better than each other...

Elder Yang was a little disappointed when he heard this, but then he immediately cheered up: "Since I can be cured, maybe I already have antibodies in my body..."

Mr. Yang became more and more excited as he spoke: "Oh, I just thought of this! I have to go get a check-up right away..."

As Mr. Yang said this, he stood up and was about to go out.

Yang Nian just walked in. Seeing the excited old man, he asked doubtfully, "Grandpa, dinner is ready. Where are you going?"

Elder Yang waved his hand and said, "I'll eat later. I'm going to get a checkup first to see if I have any antibodies."

Yang Nian quickly grabbed Old Yang.

"Grandpa, even if it's research, we can't rush it!"

"You haven't had a single drop of water since you turned into a zombie yesterday. If your body collapses, how will you continue your research?"

"You've finally recovered, so don't let anything go wrong again!"

"You know, you're the backbone of the lab right now! If you fall, wouldn't it be even more difficult to research the zombie virus?"

Shen Yan, who was standing by, was already moved to tears. She quickly took Mr. Yang's hand and said, "Hey, Mr. Yang, you should eat something first. It won't take long to finish the meal!"

Elder Yang thought about it and nodded: "Okay, let's eat first, and then I'll go for the examination!"