General Zheng could only strictly warn against leaking information and inquire about the research institute’s matters, only to be deflected by Ning Yu, and reluctantly left.
The metal door closed silently behind Zheng Xie. Three seconds later, Zhou Rong’s gaze slowly moved to Si Nan’s sleeping face, and he raised two fingers to pinch his nose.
“…”
Si Nan: “About to have a nosebleed.”
Zhou Rong, poised to criticize Si Nan’s recklessness, saw two streams of blood flow from his nose.
“You even predict it?” Zhou Rong was between laughter and tears, quickly grabbing a cold towel: “Okay! Don’t move! Be careful not to spit it out!
After the chaos, Ning Yu dismissed the research staff who had come to inquire, personally inserted an IV for Si Nan, then closed the door from the outside, leaving only the weak Si Nan and Zhou Rong in the observation room.
Zhou Rong sat on the edge of the bed, holding Si Nan’s upper body in his arms, murmuring: “Why could they still survive? Even if they didn’t bleed too much, they should have been torn apart by zombies. Could Rommel also have a serum?”
Si Nan had bandages wrapped around his head, his black hair messy, making his face look even paler. He half-closed his eyes and said flatly: “White Eagle Base had been conducting vaccine research for a long time.”
Zhou Rong asked: “Also using your serum?”
“Forgotten,” Si Nan said. “But the research was never successful, otherwise the zombie virus wouldn’t have first broken out in Florida. Rommel has a very high status in White Eagle, maybe it has something to do with his healing ability.”
Zhou Rong frowned silently, suddenly feeling something move in his heart, remembering something.
Si Nan asked: “What?”
“That year at the international competition…”
Zhou Rong was unusually distracted.
If he had to describe it with one word, it would be – pure.
“After it ended, I went to look for you… cough, not to settle scores. I just heard you had surgery and wanted to visit. I walked to the outside of the hospital room and saw an Alpha inside…”
“Who bit me on the back of the neck,” Si Nan teased. “You’ve already told me this story once, Brother Rong.”
Zhou Rong made a sound and his handsome face blushed slightly.
