Chapter 180: Chapter 180
In the few days getting along with Rong Zhi, it was Fu Yaoyao who kept calling Rong Zhi "senior sister," only then did he realize the imposing figure in front of him was actually a girl.
The main reason was Rong Zhi’s demeanor and attitude; it didn’t resemble something a girl would do, so mistaking her was quite normal, right?
Moreover, she possessed an indefinable face that left men feeling inferior and women envious.
Yuan Xiyao sharply pinched his arm, the pain instantly pulling back his drifting thoughts.
He was actually staring at Rong Zhi’s face in a daze!!
Where’s his professional integrity?!
Rong Zhi’s two long, straight legs casually crossed, as she leaned back leisurely, hand loosely curled into a fist under her chin, smiling casually. "Want to know? I’ll tell you after you answer the question."
Yuan Xiyao: Don’t think you’re going to trick me.
He adjusted his sleeve and pondered, "Well, after being injected with reagent number three, my mental state is several times better than an average person, and my physical condition too. If you don’t believe me, I have a medical examination report from the hospital."
Rong Zhi nodded, and Yuan Xiyao handed over the medical examination report to her.
Quickly flipping through, she tapped the report nonchalantly with her fingers, narrowing her eyes slightly as she contemplated.
The symptoms were identical to when He Songzhi first woke up.
She looked up again to observe Yuan Xiyao’s complexion.
A bit pale, perhaps because he’s been burning the midnight oil.
"Stretch out your hand."
Yuan Xiyao made a sound, "Ah?" yet obediently extended his hand.
A cold, icy touch placed on his skin, causing his wrist to tremble instantly.
And is she... checking his pulse?
Yuan Xiyao dimly recalls that the cunning little girl seemed to know medicine too; it was Fu Yaoyao who treated his wounds back then.
A soft, adorable face surfaced before him, twin ponytails gently swaying, the little girl smiled sweetly and obediently.
Yuan Xiyao felt chilled to the bone.
No, that obedience is just a facade; that girl is even more devious than Rong Zhi!
While Yuan Xiyao’s thoughts wandered aimlessly, Rong Zhi slowly withdrew her hand.
Her expectations were correct.
The reagent toxin, after initially providing high intensity support, begins a backlash.
Yuan Xiyao’s nerves are gradually deteriorating.
She tapped the corner of her forehead, frowning.
At this rate of decline, it won’t be long before Yuan Xiyao succumbs to cerebral nerve exhaustion and dies.
Yet she injected herself with reagent number one, which was evidently more potent than his and He Songzhi’s, just not knowing when the backlash would occur.
He Songzhi retained it internally for a full three years, waking up and starting within two months, while Yuan Xiyao injected for five months, only recently beginning but not exceeding two months.
Meaning reagent number three has a three-month latency period before the backlash begins.
This calculation leaves her with only one month.
The entire reagent number three research, from injection to death, took precisely half a year.
Rong Zhi pressed her brows.
She must develop the antidote to H-01 within a month.
Yuan Xiyao glanced at her expression, seeing her face quite cold, wisely remained silent. Waited for her to regain indifference before tentatively saying, "Well... I’ve told you everything, can you tell me now?"
Rong Zhi retrieved her phone from her pocket and casually tossed it onto the table. "See for yourself."
Yuan Xiyao rushed over attentively.
On the phone’s screen, a map unfurled, with a red dot constantly flashing. Having mixed in international circles, he knew some bigshots could discreetly place trackers on people. However, he never thought he would have such a downfall.
"When did you plant it?!" He pointed at the phone, taking a deep breath, feeling somewhat angry.
Rong Zhi lowered her gaze, seemingly deep in thought. Yuan Xiyao couldn’t perceive her eyes, feeling wronged and puckered his lips.
He really shouldn’t have seen Rong Zhi as too innocent.
The other party was feared even by Mei Ruoduo; it’d be odd if she were simple.
Rong Zhi had an eye on the reagent number three injected in his body early on. In Rong Zhi’s eyes, he was probably just a walking, living experiment subject, perfect for experimenting. How could Rong Zhi let him go?
A truly malicious person with a heart as black as coal!
Yuan Xiyao sulkily crossed his legs.
"I can help you dig it out."
The living room fell momentarily silent, then the boy spoke in a faint voice.
"Dig it out, definitely," Yuan Xiyao glanced at her, "But this constitutes an invasion of my privacy, you owe me an apology."
For someone of Rong Zhi’s status, asking her to apologize is likely as hard as ascending to heaven.
Yuan Xiyao was merely venting, acutely aware within.
As he planned to hypnotize Rong Zhi for information, the boy slipped a wristband from his hand, blinked, yet couldn’t see anything clearly, as a black dagger gleaming coldly extended straight towards him.