Chapter 569 - 9.39 You Can Speak?
Did he have another choice? No.
Could he refuse? No.
Could he run away?
As if sensing his thoughts, Zhao Bolin slowly slipped his hand into his coat pocket and took out a syringe, waving it in front of Lu Yizhou’s face with a dramatic flair as though saying, "Remember this?"
Lu Yizhou’s expression sank. It seemed like he had to instill into Zhao Bolin’s mind that it would be so easy for Lu Yizhou to subdue him. If he really wanted to fight back, that thin needle could not even get close to him at all.
Zhao Bolin must have known that Lu Yizhou was deliberately losing to him. After seeing the activity level of the virus in his blood, the smart Professor Zhao must have already gauged Lu Yizhou’s overall strength and knew that he was no match at all. Alas, this man took advantage of the fact that he could not bear to hurt him in the slightest and coerced him to undergo countless improper experiments. Lu Yizhou let out a faint sigh. Who told him to love this man more than life itself?
As a henpecked husband, Lu Yizhou could only surrender to his fate and obediently lay on the experiment table like a fish on the chopping board. Zhao Bolin’s sound was muffled through the mask as he prepared the injection. "I have already calculated it accurately. This antidote will only last for ten minutes at most. After that, it will be defeated by the virus inside you and vanish without a trace. However, it’s still better than nothing, right?"
Zhao Bolin could experiment on Xiao Tuns in the place of humans but in this world, there was only one Lu Yizhou. So he could only grit his teeth and prepare himself for whatever might come.
"Ready?" Zhao Bolin’s golden eyes curved. His entire body was almost vibrating out of his skin due to excitement. Lu Yizhou braced himself and closed his eyes. In the next second, there was a little pinprick on his arm. Not painful, but very ticklish.
"Done!" Zhao Bolin patted his bicep happily and took off his mask. "How do you feel?"
Lu Yizhou slowly opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Was it only his imagination or... was his body slowly getting warmer? No, it was not! His temperature was steadily increasing! He sat up with a groan and under Zhao Bolin’s wide stare, broke out in cold sweats. All of the bones in his body ached like he had gotten a flu.
But he was a zombie, how could he have gotten sick?