"He has a slight fever, but his breathing and heartbeat are normal." Ning Yu lifted Ethan Zhou's eyelids and took a look. Her voice was trembling with repression, and it was hard to tell whether it was shock or excitement: "This is the first successful case of recovery after being infected with the new virus. It's really... really lucky."
There is really no word other than lucky to describe the current situation. Ning Yu looked at the unconscious Ethan Zhou, then at Lucas Yan, and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity: The luck of these special forces is too good, with a one percent or even one thousandth chance, they can encounter this twice in a row?
Or do antibodies have very strict requirements on the genetic quality of the recipient?
Oliver Si hunched his body, hugged Ethan Zhou's head, and said nothing. He rarely showed intense emotions in front of others, and this short hug of a few seconds was already his limit. Then he took a deep breath, raised his head, and said, "I must take Ethan Zhou to the helicopter."
Ning Yu nodded, but before she could say anything, Lucas Yan suddenly walked up to her, half-knelt on the ground and spread his hands.
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