841: Chapter 835: Seven-Colored Life-Defying Needle 841: Chapter 835: Seven-Colored Life-Defying Needle While Duan Nan was explaining to everyone present, the herbal fragrance wafting from the giant iron barrel grew denser, and this refreshing scent not only quelled negative emotions but also possessed the effect of relieving fatigue, making everyone on the scene instantly feel invigorated, each letting out contented sounds from their throats.
At the same time, Ye Chenfeng withdrew his hands from atop the iron barrel, a large vat of Calming Elixir was now fully prepared.
Beads of sweat had formed on Ye Chenfeng’s forehead as he had used a significant amount of his Soul Force to quickly concoct the Calming Elixir.
Just as Ye Chenfeng was about to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, a fragrant aroma wafted into his nose.
Police woman Chen Siyu, with a flushed face, used her handkerchief to dab away Ye Chenfeng’s sweat, and while biting her lip, she explained, “Ye Chenfeng, don’t get the wrong idea.
It’s just that there’s nothing much I can help with here, so I just wanted to wipe your sweat for you.
You are Nangang’s only hope now.”
Ye Chenfeng smiled faintly and refrained from teasing Chen Siyu, as he had no time for that.
He addressed the others, “Duan Nan’s explanation just now was very correct.
This elixir can indeed pacify one’s negative emotions.
Prepare ten spray cans immediately.
As long as this elixir is sprayed in the corridors, the agitated patients wandering the halls will naturally calm down after smelling the fragrance.
Once they’re calmed, I’ll then try to treat their condition.”
After Ye Chenfeng gave his orders, within a short seven or eight minutes, ten spray cans promptly appeared inside the Quarantine Zone.
After Ye Chenfeng filled the ten spray cans with Calming Elixir, he said to Chen Jianjun, “Chief Chen, please assign nine policemen to help me carry the other nine spray cans.”
“Master, I’ll go in with you and carry a spray can.”
“Master, I’ll enter as well.”
“Grandmaster, I want to go in, too.”
“Mr.
Ye, count me in as well!”
…
Duan Nan, Lu Shengrong, Duan Tianrui, Cheng Wansong, and others spoke up one after another.
Everyone present wanted to join Ye Chenfeng inside the Quarantine Zone Building.
Since there were now more than nine people, there was no need to trouble the police anymore.
Duan Nan and the others donned protective suits and placed protective shields over their heads.
After all, the transmission of the virus was severe, and it necessitated caution.
However, Ye Chenfeng didn’t need to be too worried; his body was shielded by Soul Force, and the black gas in his Dantian could neutralize any poison, so he did not wear a protective suit or shield.
“Master, why aren’t you wearing a protective suit?” Asked Duan Nan.
Ye Chenfeng shook his head and replied, “I have resistance to this virus.
You don’t need to worry about me.
I won’t joke with my own life.”
Hearing Ye Chenfeng’s words, the rest could say no more.
After opening the doors to the building, Ye Chenfeng led the way with the rest following him.
The patients wandering on the first-floor corridor sniffed the air; it seemed they did not distinguish things with their eyes but with their noses.
Suddenly, a patient whose one eye was pure white and the other normal in color—their mouths revealing sharp teeth—lunged wildly towards Ye Chenfeng and the others.
Ye Chenfeng, standing at the forefront, remained unflustered, while Duan Nan and the others behind him turned deathly pale as their legs lost strength at the sight of these zombie-like creatures swarming toward them.
Ye Chenfeng calmly sprayed the Calming Elixir from the canister, not retreating a single step.
He believed the Calming Elixir would be effective as these patients’ consciousness had not been completely consumed.
At the same time.
Inside the surveillance room.
Wang Xingnan, Zhang Chengye, and Guo Mingliang all smiled when they saw the surveillance footage of the first-floor corridor.
“These people are just sending themselves to death,” Wang Xingnan said disdainfully, “how dare they follow that kid Ye Chenfeng into the building?
Well, it’s actually better this way.
If they turn into zombies, we’ll be able to burn them to death in broad daylight.”
“Uncle, you really have foresight.
That little beast Ye Chenfeng is definitely doomed this time,” Zhang Chengye said in a rather good mood.
“Chengye, letting Ye Chenfeng die like that is actually letting him off easy.
That kid is lucky,” Guo Mingliang followed up.
However, the next second.
Wang Xingnan, Zhang Chengye, and Guo Mingliang’s pupils suddenly widened.
They watched as the patients, who had been restless and swarming toward Ye Chenfeng and his group in the first-floor corridor, without exception, stopped in their tracks.
The bloodlust on their faces and the manic restlessness in their bodies were gradually disappearing.
“How, how is this possible?
How did that little beast Ye Chenfeng do it?” Wang Xingnan’s face darkened, then he said, “Right, just now, that little beast Ye Chenfeng seemed to have sprayed some kind of liquid, right?
It must be this liquid that played a role, who would have thought that such a magical liquid existed in this world?”
“Uncle, what do we do now?” Seeing Ye Chenfeng returning the patients to their senses, Zhang Chengye’s face immediately showed a displeased expression.
“Now we can only watch and wait, let’s see what happens next,” said Wang Xingnan, frowning deeply.
Meanwhile, on the first-floor corridor of the Quarantine Zone Building.
Standing behind Ye Chenfeng were Duan Nan and the others, who, after seeing the previously agitated patients calm down, showed joyful expressions on their faces, especially Nangang’s top-ranking official Cheng Wansong and his assistant Xu Dongchun.
These two had become even more confident in Ye Chenfeng.
“First, gather all of the patients with virus mutations on the first floor into the adjacent wards.
They no longer have any intention of attacking, so you can move them safely,” Ye Chenfeng instructed the others present.
Based on what Ye Chenfeng had seen of the patients after entering the building, he could accurately judge that these patients were not going to fully turn into walking corpses in the short term; it seemed that the virus for Corpse Transformation Syndrome in their bodies would only complete its mutation after tasting blood.
And the patients initially infected with Corpse Transformation Syndrome appeared uninterested in those with the fatal Dark Black Syndrome; otherwise, they would have already bitten those patients to death.
“Lu Shengrong, make sure the medical staff in the building’s conference room do not leave.
I will sort out the trouble here as quickly as possible.
First, let’s treat the patients on the first floor with the mutated virus,” Ye Chenfeng said to Lu Shengrong.
Lu Shengrong quickly nodded in agreement and made a phone call to the medical staff in the conference room, asking them to wait there calmly.
There were about thirty patients with virus mutations on the first floor; Duan Nan and the others systematically arranged them into three adjacent wards.
These patients had inhaled the Calming Elixir, making their expressions very dull and bewildered, allowing Duan Nan and the others to move them around as needed.
After Ye Chenfeng entered the ward of the first patient with the virus mutation, he suddenly remembered something and said to Chen Jianjun, “Director Chen, go and shut the iron door at the stairs leading to the second floor for me, to prevent the patients with the virus mutations on the second floor from coming down.” Ye Chenfeng had seen a metal door at the junction of the first and second floors.
“Sure, Mr.
Ye, I will do it immediately,” Chen Jianjun answered without hesitation and stepped out of the ward.
“We’ll accompany you,” said Nangang’s first-ranking official Cheng Wansong and his assistant Xu Dongchun as they followed Chen Jianjun out of the ward.
Ye Chenfeng first checked the patient in the first bed.
The patient’s entire body was blackened, and many organs inside had suffered severe damage.
To eradicate the Corpse Transformation Syndrome virus from the patient’s body was going to take some effort.
Considering that there were many more patients infected with the virus, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t afford to waste too much of his Soul Force.
Seven-Colored Life-Reversing Needle!
This term suddenly popped into Ye Chenfeng’s mind; it was a set of needle techniques specifically designed to work with Soul Force.
The practitioner must reach the level of Tier 10 Soul Force to use this technique, which could eliminate stubborn viruses from the body.
If Ye Chenfeng relied solely on Soul Force to treat the patients, he feared that his Soul Force would deplete very quickly, and he wouldn’t be able to treat many mutant virus patients in one day.
For now, he could only try to see if the Seven-Colored Life-Reversing Needle was effective?
(To be continued.
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