Thinking of this, Jiang Wanqi couldn't help but feel shocked all over. She subconsciously looked at the policeman in a black uniform and holding an M4A1 rifle at the end of the corridor at the side. Just as the other party turned around, he seized the opportunity and rushed out quickly from behind the cabinet. He slipped like a ghost and disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

St. Thomas Hospital is no stranger to Jiang Wanqi. He was invited by the hospital to perform several successful surgeries here. What he has to do now is to save his life in the shortest time.

In the drug delivery room on the 24th floor, he found what he needed—a few boxes of which had not been opened yet, lying quietly in the sterile plastic film for injection.

He shivered his lips and tore the packaging out urgently and clumsyly. He used his trembling hands to pierce the slender needle into his arms, and watched the clear medicine disappear quickly in the transparent needle. Fang Jie, who was congested with eyes due to excessive tension, felt an unprecedented fatigue.

Antibiotics can eliminate bacteria that invade the body and reduce the burden on white blood cells to a certain extent. From this point of view, it also has the dual identities of leukocytes and inhibitors. After all, when the bacteria in the body are weakened, the bone marrow will also reduce the production of white blood cells accordingly, thereby restoring a healthy balance in the body.

Jiang Wanqi doesn’t know if this is useful?

He just tried his best to tear open the medicine boxes one by one, and injected all the injections into his body with mechanical movements.

Sitting on the cold alloy chair, looking at the empty needles all over the floor beside him, he twitched the corners of his mouth with a blank expression. Hundreds of antibiotics were used for injections, and the total weight was enough to calculate it in pounds. If he were a normal person, he would have died of drug poisoning. However, he was still alive.

The pain in the chest has slowed down a lot. At least, the breathing of the lungs has been smooth. The pain of chewing and biting has also weakened into numbness and swelling.

In the corridor outside the drug delivery room, there were chaotic footsteps from time to time. There were even more weapons loading or rapid conversations. Jiang Wanqi believed that as long as she walked out of this room, she would definitely be beaten into a human-shaped flesh sieve by countless bullets.

Can you escape?

How long can I live even if I can really escape?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head with a self-deprecating feeling. As a doctor, he has always considered the life and death of others. But he never thought that one day his destiny would be held in the hands of others.

Until now, Jiang Wanqi didn't understand what was going on. Why did the police chase him? Why did the FBI take his own life? Why did his friend Lawrence die? Where did that strange and mysterious cell come from? Everything is an unexplorable mystery.

But no matter what, I was already involved in it and couldn't get out.

Stay here and be dead.

You may die if you rush out. However, there is still a little chance of survival.

Dead people are just a pile of useless rotten meat.

Only by living can you discover and know all the secrets.

Just as Jiang Wanqi got up from the ground, her eyes also fell on the smooth wall of the metal cabinet in front of her. Suddenly, her whole body was frozen there as if it was solidified by cement.

The walls of the stand cabinet are shiny. With the help of the dark blue cold lights in the room, he can clearly see his appearance from this alloy-made "mirror".

A face reflected in the "mirror".

That was Jiang Wanqi's face. There is no doubt about this.

However, this face is not his current face. To be precise, it should be a face that has passed through time.

Thirty-six years old, this is the actual age recorded on Jiang Wanqi's ID card.

However, the face that appeared on the wall of the cabinet was a young man of about twenty years.

There are no faint wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, no slightly bald forehead, and no little white hair mixed between the temples. Some are just showing a youthful and energetic and at a loss of surprise.

Jiang Wanqi remembers this face. Sixteen years ago, when she graduated from Medical University and just wore a square master's hat, she looked like this.

Could it be that...I'm younger?

The trembling hands gently stroked the smooth cheeks. The portrait in the "mirror" also acted the same way in the opposite direction. Two pairs of eyes were revealed, including surprise, ecstasy, and doubt.

Rejuvenation? Is this possible?

Jiang Wanqi is a rigorous person. If he is asked to make a choice between fantasy and reality, he will definitely choose the latter without hesitation. And, add a defining word "science" in front of it.

Metabolism determines the lifespan of a creature. It is no secret. Humans can completely delay metabolism through sleep and other means, thereby achieving the goal of survival for thousands of years. However, such a survival period is almost completely spent without any consciousness. From this point of view alone, it is simply a living zombie.

So, how should we explain the changes that have occurred to ourselves?

This is not a simple appearance. Jiang Wanqi can fully feel the vitality inside her body. It is more vigorous and abundant than when she was eighteen years old. Moreover, it is endless and inexhaustible.

He suddenly discovered that those starving cells that were extremely terrifying under the microscope may not be as simple as they seem on the surface. Cloud, who claims to be an FBI agent, may also know some of the secrets.

"He's here———"

Suddenly, the door of the drug delivery room was violently knocked open. A team of riot policemen in black quickly occupied the attack position in the room. More than a dozen M4A1 rifles equipped with lighting cylinders also shot straight from different directions, covering Fang Jie tightly in the center.

"Dr. Jiang, I have no malice. Please believe that all of this is just to help you. We are friends." Claude, who heard the news, still had a gentle smile on his face. The words he spoke from his mouth were also full of indisputable sincerity.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Jiang Wanqi leaned sideways, spread her right hand to cover her cheeks, and responded in a cold tone. Only by using this seemingly to block the strong light can he cover up the amazing changes in his body.

"I need your cooperation, all-round cooperation."

Claude, who was smiling, raised his pistol and shook his head with regret, "Don't get me wrong, I don't want to hurt you. You just need to have a good sleep. That's enough."

Before he finished speaking, he had already slapped the machine.

“Bao———”

The gunshots, but the target does not fall down as expected. The FBI agent's smile completely solidifies on his face.

Jiang Wanqi's arm had fallen. A special anesthesia warhead with a faint white air scattered in the center of her palm was lying horizontally.

He, he actually grabbed the bullet with his bare hands?

For some reason, Claude felt a chill on his back. He subconsciously looked at the watch on his wrist. At 11:26, nearly seventy minutes had passed since the onset of the target's disease.

He is not dead yet?

You should know that none of the infected people before this, from attack to death, exceeded half an hour.

Thinking of this, Claude couldn't help but twitched a little at the corner of his eyes. He put away his smile for the first time. Instead, he ordered the police beside him in an extremely vicious tone: "Open fire and kill him."

At the same time, Jiang Wanqi also discovered that pieces of gray sticky objects suddenly appeared on the end of her arms. They instantly overflowed from the pores of the skin, completely wrapping her body at an extremely fast speed. It felt like a **** puppet, suddenly being dyed into another color.

The police who noticed the changes on him pulled the plate without hesitation. Suddenly, bullets ejected from the mouths of more than a dozen muzzles poured densely towards the target location.

The mucus spreads extremely fast. In just a few seconds, the entire human body has been completely wrapped. At first glance, it looks like a gray wax puppet roasted and melted at high temperature.

All those who witnessed this with their own eyes could not describe the fear deep in their hearts in words. Nearly a thousand bullets hitting the target seemed to hit a soft mud wall. Light golden brass warheads slowly squeezed and overflowed from the various bullet points under the flow of mucus, falling scatteredly around. When the dazzling light of the illuminated cylinder passed by, the standing shadow of the warhead would always bring a ghostly black convex spot on the ground.

A person who cannot kill can't penetrate his body.

At this moment, Jiang Wanqi's shock and surprise were even more shocked than the police who surrounded him.

He could clearly feel that the gray mucus was pouring into the body quickly along the nose, corners of eyes, lips and other parts. However, he did not feel the stagnation of his breath at all. Moreover, as the ash liquid entered, blood vessels, organs, muscles, etc., all body parts, there were extremely subtle but extremely terrible changes.

Power, powerful force filled the whole body. The pinched fist was condensed into thick armor like a solid shell by mysterious ash liquid.

Jiang Wanqi subconsciously glanced at the wall of the cabinet next to him. He was frightened to find that the image of the young man in the "mirror" had turned into a weird man who was as tall as two meters and covered with a blue-gray skin all over his body. The limbs of "it" were quite well distributed. The waist, legs and arms were proportioned to the perfect golden division. The wide shoulders and thick muscles combined to create a strong sense of force. Especially the sharp bone spurs that were tilted from the joints such as elbows, knees, etc. made the whole person look like the god of death coming from the depths of hell.

The head of "it" has become a close body similar to that of humans under the mucus. The lines of "it" facial features are smoother and full of the beauty of power. Between the clear edges and angular eyebrows, it forms a knife-like straightness under the accumulation of gray liquid. Under the reflection of the dark blue wall lights, it emits a heart-shaking and mysterious crystal luster.

Is this me?

Looking at herself in the mirror, Jiang Wanqi felt her breathing rapid. What kind of cell is this? Why did she transform her body into such a form? They were all infected, why did Lawrence die tragically but she was safe?

"Concentrate the firepower and kill him!"

Although Claude's panicked screams had obviously lost his composure, the police still pulled the trigger again as ordered. Unfortunately, the attack result made them, who were already afraid, feel unprecedented despair.

This person's body was simply a piece of hard metal. A dense rain of bullets hit it, making only crisp impacts.

Jiang Wanqi had an instinctive fear of bullets. He subconsciously raised his arm and crossed his chest, wanting to protect the vital points in this way. However, he was surprised to find that the deadly bomb rain poured like hail hit his body, only giving a little light pressing and poking on the surface of his skin.

"Monster, this is a monster."

A mentally broken policeman threw down his gun and stumbled towards the door in horror. Isn't it a monster who can't even deal with bullets?

"Get out of here!"

Jiang Wanqi no longer had any scruples and quickly jumped out of the crowd full of fear. The target in her eyes was locked in the FBI agent standing behind the human wall.

He must be caught. He must know something. Perhaps, it is even the key to unlocking all the secrets.

The moment he bumped away from the crowd, Claude quickly flashed out of the drug delivery room. When Jiang Wanqi followed him and jumped out of the corridor, he only saw that there was an RPG rocket launcher in the other party's hand.

"boom----"

The bullet with an orange flame tail accurately hit Jiang Wanqi's left shoulder. The powerful explosion opened a terrible wound of dozens of centimeters above his chest and ribs. The broken bone could not support his broken arm, so he could only let it hang between the messy skin and flesh, stained with the splattered blood and flesh, which was stained with a strange red color.

The unbearable pain spread throughout Jiang Wanqi's body in an instant. However, he could no longer care about the impact of the injury on his body. There were even greater dangers he would face.

The rocket launcher in Claude's hand had been loaded with a new warhead. He was carrying the launcher on his shoulder, pressing his eyes in front of the scope, and even more cruel sneer.

Jiang Wanqi didn't even think about it for a second. She immediately turned around and rushed to the end of the corridor behind her at an extremely fast speed. Just as the rocket was whistling behind her, he had already broken through the glass on the surface of the window and jumped out of the corridor. In the midst of a mess of noise, accompanied by huge explosion flames, he jumped into the dense and deep dark night sky.

"At any cost, we must find him. We must meet people alive and die with corpses!"

Standing in front of the exploded wall, looking at the dense lights under his feet. Claude, with a blue face, roared fiercely.

This is the 16th floor. Anyone who jumps down will surely die.

Although all the infected bodies had died before this, no one could say that there would be an accident. Especially Jiang Wanqi's incompetent state after the mutation in the drug delivery room, she felt frightened to think about it. If she hadn't been ready to carry heavy weapons, she would probably have been replaced by another person who was standing here now.

...

Four months later, the western city of the Asian Federation, Kunming.

"Monthly salary is 600, not for food and accommodation. If you want, start working now."

Looking at the boss lady who was crossing her waist and splashing her mouth, she was so fat that she felt ashamed when she saw it. Jiang Wanqi, who had a cold face, nodded silently, picked up a short blue coarse cloth jacket marked "Huikang Housekeeping" from the corner of the house. She shook the dust on it and put it on her backhand.

If he had not saved a "snake head"'s life on the operating table, he would never have been smuggled out of the heavily guarded American Federation.
To be continued...