The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 577: Are you dissatisfied?
"But, Mr. Zhang, the research on liquefied gas zombies cannot be delayed. And what about Qiu Hui..."

Fu Weijun did not give up and decided to give it a try.

"Then we'll have to ask Dr. Xie to take care of it. If there are no problems with the other three people from the Survivor Alliance, they can also take up their posts and participate in the research."

Zhang Su pointed at Xie Yanshan.

"Thank you for your generous gift!"

Fu Weijun got anxious and started swearing. So, can’t we study the black crystals?
He is not even allowed to participate in the research as a newcomer. This is just... too painful!
"Swearing, huh? Look at what this is?"

As he spoke, Zhang Su reached into his waist bag and took out a few white wax pills.

The five of them looked at Zhang Su's palm, with confusion in their eyes.

"What is this?" Fu Weijun asked subconsciously, imitating Zhang Su's words, with curiosity on his face.

"Hey..." Zhang Su smiled mysteriously: "This is a drug developed by a survivor organization in the development zone. After taking it, it can increase a person's combat effectiveness. I also want you to study the ingredients together. Unfortunately, you probably can't participate."

After hearing what Zhang Su said, Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces. They thought to themselves that although Brother Su's series of methods seemed insignificant, they were highly targeted and his skill in finding weak points was perfect.

As expected, after hearing the news, Fu Weijun was so anxious that he almost jumped up, like a patient who had been constipated for ten days.

"That's an ugly expression. Are you dissatisfied?"

Zhang Su turned the white wax ball in his hand like an old man playing with a health ball, and asked with a smile.

It looks like a holiday, but it’s actually a big deal!
"Clothes……"

Fu Weijun thought for a long time and finally uttered a word.

Duan Wuhu quickly added: "What's there to be dissatisfied about? Take a ten-day break, eat, drink and have fun. Weijun, you should thank Mr. Zhang, don't you know?"

"No need to thank me!"

Zhang Su waved his hand and said, "Doctor Fu, I remember everything you have done for the camp. They are all indelible contributions. I will find someone to compile and write them into a booklet. If our camp can continue to develop, your great achievements will become a highlight!
But you must bear the corresponding punishment for the mistake you made. Why do you think you can return to work after just a few days of rest? Such a serious mistake, such a light punishment, if only five or six of us knew about it, you would be dead or skinned!
Your contribution is indeed not small, but do you think you should let those people in the camp know about your behavior? Will they be angry if you feed people medicine casually? I can let your merits and demerits offset each other, but others can't tolerate it. You should understand what I mean, right? "

Fu Weijun listened to Zhang Su's words with a serious expression, and his mood was extremely complicated. He didn't care whether he would die or not, and whether he would take off his skin or not. Since he entered the door of scientific research, he had never thought about fame and fortune, but at this moment, he was actually a little moved...

"I understand. I deeply realize my mistake! My recklessness has caused trouble to you, please forgive my impulsiveness and give me a chance to correct it. Don't let this matter continue to ferment. Please."

Fu Weijun apologized very sincerely. He was well aware of the power of words. If it was true as Zhang Su said, and six or seven hundred people knew what happened today, he would have no chance of survival unless the King of Hell came to his rescue!

But will the King of Hell do that?

Is he worthy of King Yama doing this?
There is no answer.

"I will use these ten days to calm down and reflect on my actions. Please allow me to make a request. I hope that Professor Duan can stay in the laboratory. He can tell me what he sees and hears, so that I won't be so bored."

This time, Fu Weijun did not hide anything and directly stated the reasons in his mind.

"This punishment is for you. It has nothing to do with Old Duan. I won't implicate Old Duan in your mistakes! Don't relax yet. After ten days of vacation, you will have to enter an observation period of up to one month. If there are no problems, you can have this."

Zhang Su said, patting the place where he put the ziplock bag. Suddenly he thought of something and added: "Don't worry, I will never let anyone know about this thalamus except here. The same goes for you. If there is relevant information outside, ask for it for you!"

"No, no, no..."

"Don't worry, I won't say anything nonsense!"

"Then let's just keep our story straight and say it was the effect of the zombie blocking fluid. Otherwise, we'll have to make up a bunch of lies!" "Okay, let's just say that to the outside world!"

Zhang Su made the final decision and unified everyone's external statements.

"Ten days, one month, that adds up to forty days. Well, if I can really stand up, these forty days won't be a big deal! In addition, I...I will apply to be a tester for that, if necessary."

Fu Weijun pointed at Zhang Su's palm. He really wanted to know the effect of the pill.

"No no no..."

Xie Yanshan interrupted immediately and said with an awkward smile: "No need for humans, no need for humans, we can just use animals, Weijun, stop talking nonsense."

It has come to this point, and they are still thinking of using humans for experiments. Xie Yanshan is about to collapse. He does not want to lose this good colleague.

Zhang Su was also quite speechless. This guy was too motivated. However, he must not be left alone, otherwise he would definitely make a name for himself!
"That……"

Fu Weijun glanced around. This was not the main laboratory, but he was still nostalgic. He murmured, "Mr. Zhang, I'll be leaving now. Dr. Xie, I'll have to bear with you for the next period of time."

"It's okay, Weijun. You should have a good rest and adjust your condition. Ten days will be just a blink of an eye."

Xie Yanshan waved his hands reluctantly.

"Okay, Lao Duan, you go with Dr. Fu. By the way, you two should go directly to Village No. 1 and wait for the hot pot dinner tonight. Join everyone in the busy work and change your life. If anyone asks why Dr. Fu left the laboratory, just say that he was injured and needs to rest. Go ahead."

Zhang Su waved his hand.

"Okay, don't worry about these things, Brother Zhang, I will take care of it. Hey, this is for you."

Duan Wuhu pushed Fu Weijun out of the door and found that the painkillers were still in the bag of the wheelchair. He took out the plastic bag and returned it to Zhang Su. Many of the medicines in it had been opened and obviously had been taken by people who didn't need them.

Ouch, ouch.

In the corridor, the miserable zombie lying face down sensed the approach of blood food, and began to growl and twist its body, looking very awkward.

Fu Weijun looked at the zombie with complicated eyes and curled his lips. He knew that this was a zombie used to test Qiu Hui. It was a pity that he couldn't see it with his own eyes. What a sin!
"Dr. Xie, haven't you seen this kind of thalamus before?"

After the two went downstairs, Zhang Su took out the ziplock bag again and asked Xie Yanshan.

"No!" Xie Yanshan shook his head decisively: "I have never seen a thalamus of a special color. They are all blue-gray. The depth occasionally changes a little, but overall they fluctuate within that color range. We guess it is due to individual differences, but this is obviously different!"

"Um...Brother Su, can I take a look?"

Liu Tianji stretched out his hand with a strange expression.

“Just take a look.” Zhang Su threw it to Liu Tianji and asked, “Is it because the liquefied gas zombie is a mutated zombie that it has such a special thalamus? That’s not right. The thalamus of the petrified skin zombie was no different, right?”

"Uh... I haven't dealt with many petrified skin zombies, so I'm not sure, but from the records, there is indeed nothing abnormal."

"In that case, can we conclude that the petrified skin zombie's mutation level is lower than that of the liquefied gas zombie, so the thalamus has no changes?"

In terms of strength, the liquefied gas zombies are obviously more than one level higher than the petrified skin zombies!

Xie Yanshan sighed: "Mr. Zhang, if you want to establish a theory, your inference is completely fine, but... without the verification process, it cannot stand up to scrutiny."

Any theory can be full of wild imagination, but those are all "hypotheses" that need to be verified.

(End of this chapter)